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Vivienne Woodward
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Character Information
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- Full Name: Vivienne Woodward, Star-Child of joyous Solfa, deprived of breath near the coast
- Heritage: Orion
- Age: 21
- Gender: Genderfluid, she/they
- Religion: Agnostic
- Occult: Vortex mage (Birth origin)
- Character Occupation: Lab Technician at Perennica Labs
Appearance Information
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- Eye Color: Bright pink
- Skin Color: Dark plum
- Hair: Mid-length silky hair weft into two loose braids
- Height: 5'9''
- Body Type: Lithe and angular
- Additional Features: Stars and galaxies constantly shift under Vivienne's skin, never fully still. A string of four-pointed star-shaped constellations trails down her spine.
Skills, Languages, & Mechanics
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- Hobbies and Talents: Vivienne has a natural inclination for the outdoors. In her free time, she'll often venture into the woods to hunt or enjoy the scenery. When she's not out in nature, she can still be found scaling the city's rooftops or tending to her garden. Her time indoors, what little of it she has, is used to read or journal.
- Shapeshifter
- Doesn't need to eat, drink, breathe, or sleep
- Can produce portable light
- Immune to Blindness Status Effect
- Gains a star-path to guide her when trapped or lost
- Bodily cohesion falls apart when reaching 0HP in Combat
- Cannot be afflicted, have affinities, be possessed by spirits, or disguise self
- Languages: All heritage languages, Common sign language
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Vivienne's Character Playlist
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➤ Angel - Massive Attack
➤ Burning Hill - Mitski
➤ Space Girl - Frances Forever
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Vivienne's Character Playlist
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➤ Angel - Massive Attack
➤ Burning Hill - Mitski
➤ Space Girl - Frances Forever
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Backstory (Abridged)
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Vivienne fell somewhere in the Regalian Archipelago, landing in a small village surrounded by thick coniferous forests. There, she was adopted by elderly couple Cynthia and William Woodward, who had been unable to conceive in their youth. The rest of the village was skeptical and hateful of the Woodwards for their rumored magic usage. It was just Vivienne and her parents growing up, as she was kept isolated from the rest of the town.
As Vivienne continued to age, her connection and attunement to the Vortex realm grew. Her magic manifested itself as pyromancy, the most she could do without any mentorship or books to guide her. Her days were spent exploring the woods, gardening, and helping her parents around the house. It was a simple life, one Vivienne had grown bored of by her early tweendom.
One day, she wandered into town just to see what the townspeople were like. However, when she tried to introduce herself, she was tackled to the ground for her otherworldly appearance. In an act of self-defense, she cast fire on the crowd that pinned her down. This provoked the village, who later that night marched as a mob to her home and killed her parents.
The death of Vivienne's parents struck her deeply. She summoned every inkling of magic she could and used it against the mob that attacked her family. It was all-consuming. Vivienne knew she was going to magically overload, but it didn't bother her. She set the entirety of her home village ablaze.
When she thought it would finally be over, someone saved her from herself. A mysterious man offered her his mentorship after noticing the volatility of her magic. She accepted, and for the remainder of her teenage years, Vivienne trained under his expertise. It wasn't until she had turned 20 that she finally fled from him. When asked about why she left, Vivienne will simply say that she "needed to get out".
One night, above a sleepy village nestled in deep coniferous woods, the night tore in two. Beneath the inky skin of the night sky was a light so bright and so vivid it woke the forest from its slumber. That was Vivienne's entrance to the world. Attention-grabbing and ceremonious. The rest of her childhood, however, was much different from that.
Vivienne just so happened to land on the outskirts of a solitary village, in the lush garden of the elderly William and Cynthia Woodward. They were as disappointed about the garden as they were overjoyed to finally have a child to call their own. In their youth, the Woodwards were unable to conceive. An infant falling into their backyard, as unexpected as it had been, was a miracle, like an angel sent unto them from Orion himself.
The town's sentiment couldn't have differed more. The Woodwards already had a bad reputation, and the addition of a magical glowing child to the family wasn't a welcomed one. Rumors about Vivienne and her parents coursed through the village like wildfire. The general assumption was that the Woodwards were evil mages who had summoned a malicious spirit. One day, this devil was bound to run loose and release hell upon their town. The village people were skeptical. Their skepticism turned into fear, which turned into hatred.
William and Cynthia were well aware of the town's hatred for Vivienne. That's why they kept her a secret. It wasn't a difficult task, the couple was already isolated and self-sufficient. They only went into town on rare occasions, if they needed something they couldn't craft, grow, or forage themselves. For most of her childhood, Vivienne thought nothing of it. She didn't need people, she already had her parents. Her youth was spent primarily outside. Whether it was climbing the giant pine trees of the forest or spending time with her parents in the garden, there was always entertainment to be found in nature.
William and Cynthia were a traditional couple, but a loving one nonetheless. William and Vivienne would spend hours in the garden together, William imparting his boundless knowledge of plant life to Vivienne. After a long afternoon of playing in the mud and getting dirty, Vivienne and Cynthia would often cozy up by the fire together and read novellas. It was a simple life, but a good one.
This didn't mean that Vivienne wasn't jealous of the kids her age, however. Some days, she'd stalk through the thick brambles around the village just to catch a glimpse of her peers. She'd watch the schoolyard games, the gossip shared between friends, the playful teasing. And she was envious. Her parents were great, but they were by no means children she could laugh and play with.
As Vivienne aged, her attunement with the arcane grew. There'd be glimpses of a realm beyond her own, one so wildly chaotic and perfectly different from the mundane world she was quickly beginning to outgrow. She had no books to learn from or mages to teach her. It was just herself and this otherworldly sorcery. Her gut told her this gift wasn't as pleasant as it seemed. That it was something to hide from her parents. So she did, or at least she tried. But when strange scorch marks appeared on the sides of the house and the usual wildlife had gone missing, Cynthia and William were quick to sniff out Vivienne's secret. They were fearful of what the town could conspire, should word get out. Still, they acknowledged that Vivienne wouldn't simply stop performing magic. Nothing about her was mundane, nor would it ever be.
One day, during William and Vivienne's routine venture through the forest, he warned her of the dangers of magic. As enchanting as it may be, it threatened to consume what couldn't control it. Vivienne was reluctant to accept this fact. What did William know? He was nothing like her. He didn't know what it was like to be shut off from the town. He didn't know what it was like to be inorganic. She shrugged off his warning with mild irritation.
Life for Vivienne only got harder, especially as she entered her tween years. At this point, her magic had manifested into pyromancy. It was an unforgiving magic, the growing collection of burnt shrubbery in the Woodwards' backyard proving so. However, it was the only magic Vivienne had any luck performing with her shotty, self-taught experience. Cynthia and William slowly grew to accept her magical abilities. They had accommodated to the fire in the fireplace growing livelier when Vivienne rambled about the latest book she read, or the spontaneous snuffing of candle flames in the evening whenever Vivienne felt like pulling a mischievous jest. It was just one of the oddities that came with raising an Orion child.
Another aspect of Vivienne's budding adolescence was her sense of curiosity. She had grown exhausted of her quaint life. It was the same house, with the same garden, in the same woods. Magic was only able to satiate her curiosity for so long before she yearned for more. What Vivienne wanted was to go into town. The townspeople might have hated her, but she couldn't even comprehend what it meant to hate someone. She couldn't comprehend anything that wasn't the company of her parents. And Vivienne was by no means an evil person. What was there to hate in the first place? They'd surely come around once they got to know her.
And so a plan was hatched. Vivienne would sneak into town, just for a day. Enough time for her to see the happenings in the village, enough time for her to gauge the townspeople's hatred. Sneaking out would be no difficult task by any means. The majority of her time was spent out in the woods anyway. She waved her goodbyes to her parents and wrapped herself in a large cloak before departing.
The town was everything Vivienne could have wished for. Vendors lined the street, eager to sell their wares and groceries. Children played tag in the town's square. It was just like what she had read in books and imagined in her daydreams. With a newfound hope, Vivienne walked up to a gaggle of tweens her age and extended her hand. The bustle of the town came to a sharp halt. In a primarily Ailorian town, the singular purple girl stood out like a sore thumb. Her reputation preceded her.
The townsfolk tackled Vivienne to the ground, pinning her arms behind her back. During the commotion her cloak flew off entirely, exposing her ghastly nature to the entirety of the town. Dreams were quickly dying. Vivienne was confused and frightened. She didn't want this to be her last goodbye to her parents. Hopeless, she called upon the last power she harnessed: her magic. A plume of fire shot from her fingertips, scorching the man who had pinned her down. The startled silence of the city broke into eager chaos. The outrage and commotion her magic had caused allowed her to slip away.
Vivienne sprinted as fast her legs could carry her, heart racing, and returned home. When she got there, however, things felt different. The gentle stillness of the house no longer struck an aura of tranquility. Instead, it took on an unfamiliar emptiness. Vivienne may have escaped the villagers for the time being, but trouble was soon to follow. She knew it would hurt too much to admit how she'd gone into town. So when her parents asked how her trip to the forest had been, she simply responded "fine" and swallowed the troubling sense of doom she felt looming overhead. As long as she ignored it, it was bound to go away, right?
The rest of the day passed and the sun set over Vivienne's home village. There wasn't any trouble to be found. Stars began to populate the perpetually dimming sky. Birds returned to their nests. Deers cozied themselves in the underbrush. While the rest of the world prepared to rest, the townsfolk stayed up. They sharpened their pitchforks and lit their torches, marching down to the Woodward residence as a mob. For too long they had put up with the wicked ways of the Woodwards. For too long they let evil fester in their village. It was time to put an end to things.
Vivienne and her parents carried out their nightly routine. She and her mother sat by the fire, books in hand. Her father worked in the kitchen to clean the freshly dirtied dishes from their supper. A low rumble shook the house, disturbing the dull crackle of the fireplace. What had confused Cynthia and William stunned Vivienne to her very core. Just as she was beginning to believe her journey into town was a one-off mistake, they had arrived to prove her wrong.
The low rumble grew first into a roar, then a frightening cacophony. Deafening shouts and angry chanting rang through the village. They smashed through windows and battered through the door. Chaos broke out through the Woodwards' house. A group of men seized Vivienne and forced Cynthia and William on their knees. From the group, one man stepped forth. He explained the evil magics witnessed in the town. He explained how the citizens of the village have had to deal with this lurking danger for too long. Confusion laced William and Cynthia's expressions as they tried to comprehend what the man had meant, but they weren't given enough time to put the pieces together. Pitchforks stabbed through their chests. In their final moments, they looked to Vivienne. Their expressions would be a searing image in her mind. Equally filled with sorrow and fulfillment. She screamed and clawed at the men who restrained her but their strength overpowered hers.
She was left with no choice. The Woodwards as a unit had stopped existing. It was just Vivienne. Somewhere deep within the chaos, within the angry chants of the mob, within her parent's faces, something called to her. A familiar calling, one she had tuned into before. Never before had it been this strong. She knew the risks that came with listening to this calling, she simply didn't care anymore. There was nothing worth caring for. Vivienne extended a hand, opened her mind, and concentrated on the realm that beckoned her. And it was euphoric. It was like scratching a bug bite. Like drinking water after walking through a desert. Like finally being able to breathe after being underwater. Flames weaved around her skin, transforming her into an inferno. The mob that once restrained her was decimated into nothing more than piles of ash. Her feet seared into the ground, scorching through the floorboards and reaching the foundational stone of the house. The home she grew up in crumbled and charred in the presence of the flame. The garden she spent countless hours perfecting would be destroyed by its very own creator.
Even when the mob was nothing more than dust in the wind, Vivienne still wasn't satiated. The magic she harnessed demanded more from her. She wasn't a strong enough conduit. It was like trying to channel a flood's worth of water through a plastic straw. The magic sought to consume her alive. The thought didn't disturb Vivienne. She saw beyond herself. She was every star in the night sky, every flower in every garden, every doe resting in the forest. And she realized just how pointless it all was.
Vivienne made her way to the town. She strolled down the empty streets and grazed a fiery hand by each house. There would be nothing left of this place if it was the last thing she'd do. Once the entire village was alight in a swirling blaze, that's when she finally decided to give in. After all, all this magic was exhausting.
Vivienne collapsed onto her knees. The flames that coated her sputtered and died out, leaving her a smoldering mess. She could feel the magic eating away at her form, metabolizing her into streams of stardust that trailed upwards. The town was left an incandescent mess. One that would burn, then rot, then eventually grow into something new. It was finally over.
When Vivienne woke up, she was somewhere entirely new. It wasn't her home, nor anywhere in the village, she had ensured their destruction. Though somehow, she was inside. She rested on top of a plush twin bed. The room around her was like nothing she had ever seen. It was far nicer than the primitive house she grew up in. Chiseled columns of marble fed into a tall conical roof. Rich, stained wood coated the floors and walls. Fully stocked bookshelves spanned from ground to ceiling. It was mystifying and beautiful. The atmosphere of the room alone provided some comfort to Vivienne's panicked self.
The door creaked open and an intriguing man entered. He was dressed in fabrics more lavish than anything Vivienne had seen before. She looked down to realize that she too was adorned in the same luxurious fibers. The man approached, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Vivienne raised her fists defensively. She could no longer feel the magic she had been attuned to. After nearly magic overloading, anything else felt feeble in comparison. The man put a gentle hand over her fists to lower them. He meant no harm. He explained what happened that night. From the neighboring woods, he picked up a stench of smoke. When he followed it to the source, he encountered Vivienne as her physical form deteriorated. Luckily for Vivienne, he too was a mage. He stalked up behind her and pulled her crown off. It was the quickest way to sever her connection to the veil.
At that moment, the man had realized Vivienne's potential. She was as volatile as she was uneducated. He proposed an offer. Should he teach Vivienne magic and provide her with a home, she would in turn help him with his studies. She accepted without a second thought. There was nowhere else to go and as far as Vivienne was concerned, she had just been offered what she had always wanted. Magical training. For the rest of her teenage life and into her early adulthood, that's what Vivienne did. She honed in her craft, read every book in the tower the two were located in, and assisted her mentor in his studies. At least, that's what she tells people.
The reasoning for Vivienne leaving is unclear. It's not something she brings up with many people. And to those she brings it up to, her language is ambiguous and cryptic. She just "had to get out", according to her words. Her mentor wasn't keen on letting her leave that easily, not after the years of their collaborative work. Regalia was the best place she thought to flee to. It's a city big enough to get lost in. As long as she keeps her head low and minds her business, it should be difficult to find her. Hopefully.
Vivienne just so happened to land on the outskirts of a solitary village, in the lush garden of the elderly William and Cynthia Woodward. They were as disappointed about the garden as they were overjoyed to finally have a child to call their own. In their youth, the Woodwards were unable to conceive. An infant falling into their backyard, as unexpected as it had been, was a miracle, like an angel sent unto them from Orion himself.
The town's sentiment couldn't have differed more. The Woodwards already had a bad reputation, and the addition of a magical glowing child to the family wasn't a welcomed one. Rumors about Vivienne and her parents coursed through the village like wildfire. The general assumption was that the Woodwards were evil mages who had summoned a malicious spirit. One day, this devil was bound to run loose and release hell upon their town. The village people were skeptical. Their skepticism turned into fear, which turned into hatred.
William and Cynthia were well aware of the town's hatred for Vivienne. That's why they kept her a secret. It wasn't a difficult task, the couple was already isolated and self-sufficient. They only went into town on rare occasions, if they needed something they couldn't craft, grow, or forage themselves. For most of her childhood, Vivienne thought nothing of it. She didn't need people, she already had her parents. Her youth was spent primarily outside. Whether it was climbing the giant pine trees of the forest or spending time with her parents in the garden, there was always entertainment to be found in nature.
William and Cynthia were a traditional couple, but a loving one nonetheless. William and Vivienne would spend hours in the garden together, William imparting his boundless knowledge of plant life to Vivienne. After a long afternoon of playing in the mud and getting dirty, Vivienne and Cynthia would often cozy up by the fire together and read novellas. It was a simple life, but a good one.
This didn't mean that Vivienne wasn't jealous of the kids her age, however. Some days, she'd stalk through the thick brambles around the village just to catch a glimpse of her peers. She'd watch the schoolyard games, the gossip shared between friends, the playful teasing. And she was envious. Her parents were great, but they were by no means children she could laugh and play with.
As Vivienne aged, her attunement with the arcane grew. There'd be glimpses of a realm beyond her own, one so wildly chaotic and perfectly different from the mundane world she was quickly beginning to outgrow. She had no books to learn from or mages to teach her. It was just herself and this otherworldly sorcery. Her gut told her this gift wasn't as pleasant as it seemed. That it was something to hide from her parents. So she did, or at least she tried. But when strange scorch marks appeared on the sides of the house and the usual wildlife had gone missing, Cynthia and William were quick to sniff out Vivienne's secret. They were fearful of what the town could conspire, should word get out. Still, they acknowledged that Vivienne wouldn't simply stop performing magic. Nothing about her was mundane, nor would it ever be.
One day, during William and Vivienne's routine venture through the forest, he warned her of the dangers of magic. As enchanting as it may be, it threatened to consume what couldn't control it. Vivienne was reluctant to accept this fact. What did William know? He was nothing like her. He didn't know what it was like to be shut off from the town. He didn't know what it was like to be inorganic. She shrugged off his warning with mild irritation.
Life for Vivienne only got harder, especially as she entered her tween years. At this point, her magic had manifested into pyromancy. It was an unforgiving magic, the growing collection of burnt shrubbery in the Woodwards' backyard proving so. However, it was the only magic Vivienne had any luck performing with her shotty, self-taught experience. Cynthia and William slowly grew to accept her magical abilities. They had accommodated to the fire in the fireplace growing livelier when Vivienne rambled about the latest book she read, or the spontaneous snuffing of candle flames in the evening whenever Vivienne felt like pulling a mischievous jest. It was just one of the oddities that came with raising an Orion child.
Another aspect of Vivienne's budding adolescence was her sense of curiosity. She had grown exhausted of her quaint life. It was the same house, with the same garden, in the same woods. Magic was only able to satiate her curiosity for so long before she yearned for more. What Vivienne wanted was to go into town. The townspeople might have hated her, but she couldn't even comprehend what it meant to hate someone. She couldn't comprehend anything that wasn't the company of her parents. And Vivienne was by no means an evil person. What was there to hate in the first place? They'd surely come around once they got to know her.
And so a plan was hatched. Vivienne would sneak into town, just for a day. Enough time for her to see the happenings in the village, enough time for her to gauge the townspeople's hatred. Sneaking out would be no difficult task by any means. The majority of her time was spent out in the woods anyway. She waved her goodbyes to her parents and wrapped herself in a large cloak before departing.
The town was everything Vivienne could have wished for. Vendors lined the street, eager to sell their wares and groceries. Children played tag in the town's square. It was just like what she had read in books and imagined in her daydreams. With a newfound hope, Vivienne walked up to a gaggle of tweens her age and extended her hand. The bustle of the town came to a sharp halt. In a primarily Ailorian town, the singular purple girl stood out like a sore thumb. Her reputation preceded her.
The townsfolk tackled Vivienne to the ground, pinning her arms behind her back. During the commotion her cloak flew off entirely, exposing her ghastly nature to the entirety of the town. Dreams were quickly dying. Vivienne was confused and frightened. She didn't want this to be her last goodbye to her parents. Hopeless, she called upon the last power she harnessed: her magic. A plume of fire shot from her fingertips, scorching the man who had pinned her down. The startled silence of the city broke into eager chaos. The outrage and commotion her magic had caused allowed her to slip away.
Vivienne sprinted as fast her legs could carry her, heart racing, and returned home. When she got there, however, things felt different. The gentle stillness of the house no longer struck an aura of tranquility. Instead, it took on an unfamiliar emptiness. Vivienne may have escaped the villagers for the time being, but trouble was soon to follow. She knew it would hurt too much to admit how she'd gone into town. So when her parents asked how her trip to the forest had been, she simply responded "fine" and swallowed the troubling sense of doom she felt looming overhead. As long as she ignored it, it was bound to go away, right?
The rest of the day passed and the sun set over Vivienne's home village. There wasn't any trouble to be found. Stars began to populate the perpetually dimming sky. Birds returned to their nests. Deers cozied themselves in the underbrush. While the rest of the world prepared to rest, the townsfolk stayed up. They sharpened their pitchforks and lit their torches, marching down to the Woodward residence as a mob. For too long they had put up with the wicked ways of the Woodwards. For too long they let evil fester in their village. It was time to put an end to things.
Vivienne and her parents carried out their nightly routine. She and her mother sat by the fire, books in hand. Her father worked in the kitchen to clean the freshly dirtied dishes from their supper. A low rumble shook the house, disturbing the dull crackle of the fireplace. What had confused Cynthia and William stunned Vivienne to her very core. Just as she was beginning to believe her journey into town was a one-off mistake, they had arrived to prove her wrong.
The low rumble grew first into a roar, then a frightening cacophony. Deafening shouts and angry chanting rang through the village. They smashed through windows and battered through the door. Chaos broke out through the Woodwards' house. A group of men seized Vivienne and forced Cynthia and William on their knees. From the group, one man stepped forth. He explained the evil magics witnessed in the town. He explained how the citizens of the village have had to deal with this lurking danger for too long. Confusion laced William and Cynthia's expressions as they tried to comprehend what the man had meant, but they weren't given enough time to put the pieces together. Pitchforks stabbed through their chests. In their final moments, they looked to Vivienne. Their expressions would be a searing image in her mind. Equally filled with sorrow and fulfillment. She screamed and clawed at the men who restrained her but their strength overpowered hers.
She was left with no choice. The Woodwards as a unit had stopped existing. It was just Vivienne. Somewhere deep within the chaos, within the angry chants of the mob, within her parent's faces, something called to her. A familiar calling, one she had tuned into before. Never before had it been this strong. She knew the risks that came with listening to this calling, she simply didn't care anymore. There was nothing worth caring for. Vivienne extended a hand, opened her mind, and concentrated on the realm that beckoned her. And it was euphoric. It was like scratching a bug bite. Like drinking water after walking through a desert. Like finally being able to breathe after being underwater. Flames weaved around her skin, transforming her into an inferno. The mob that once restrained her was decimated into nothing more than piles of ash. Her feet seared into the ground, scorching through the floorboards and reaching the foundational stone of the house. The home she grew up in crumbled and charred in the presence of the flame. The garden she spent countless hours perfecting would be destroyed by its very own creator.
Even when the mob was nothing more than dust in the wind, Vivienne still wasn't satiated. The magic she harnessed demanded more from her. She wasn't a strong enough conduit. It was like trying to channel a flood's worth of water through a plastic straw. The magic sought to consume her alive. The thought didn't disturb Vivienne. She saw beyond herself. She was every star in the night sky, every flower in every garden, every doe resting in the forest. And she realized just how pointless it all was.
Vivienne made her way to the town. She strolled down the empty streets and grazed a fiery hand by each house. There would be nothing left of this place if it was the last thing she'd do. Once the entire village was alight in a swirling blaze, that's when she finally decided to give in. After all, all this magic was exhausting.
Vivienne collapsed onto her knees. The flames that coated her sputtered and died out, leaving her a smoldering mess. She could feel the magic eating away at her form, metabolizing her into streams of stardust that trailed upwards. The town was left an incandescent mess. One that would burn, then rot, then eventually grow into something new. It was finally over.
When Vivienne woke up, she was somewhere entirely new. It wasn't her home, nor anywhere in the village, she had ensured their destruction. Though somehow, she was inside. She rested on top of a plush twin bed. The room around her was like nothing she had ever seen. It was far nicer than the primitive house she grew up in. Chiseled columns of marble fed into a tall conical roof. Rich, stained wood coated the floors and walls. Fully stocked bookshelves spanned from ground to ceiling. It was mystifying and beautiful. The atmosphere of the room alone provided some comfort to Vivienne's panicked self.
The door creaked open and an intriguing man entered. He was dressed in fabrics more lavish than anything Vivienne had seen before. She looked down to realize that she too was adorned in the same luxurious fibers. The man approached, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Vivienne raised her fists defensively. She could no longer feel the magic she had been attuned to. After nearly magic overloading, anything else felt feeble in comparison. The man put a gentle hand over her fists to lower them. He meant no harm. He explained what happened that night. From the neighboring woods, he picked up a stench of smoke. When he followed it to the source, he encountered Vivienne as her physical form deteriorated. Luckily for Vivienne, he too was a mage. He stalked up behind her and pulled her crown off. It was the quickest way to sever her connection to the veil.
At that moment, the man had realized Vivienne's potential. She was as volatile as she was uneducated. He proposed an offer. Should he teach Vivienne magic and provide her with a home, she would in turn help him with his studies. She accepted without a second thought. There was nowhere else to go and as far as Vivienne was concerned, she had just been offered what she had always wanted. Magical training. For the rest of her teenage life and into her early adulthood, that's what Vivienne did. She honed in her craft, read every book in the tower the two were located in, and assisted her mentor in his studies. At least, that's what she tells people.
The reasoning for Vivienne leaving is unclear. It's not something she brings up with many people. And to those she brings it up to, her language is ambiguous and cryptic. She just "had to get out", according to her words. Her mentor wasn't keen on letting her leave that easily, not after the years of their collaborative work. Regalia was the best place she thought to flee to. It's a city big enough to get lost in. As long as she keeps her head low and minds her business, it should be difficult to find her. Hopefully.
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Schools of Magic
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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ The Elemental School: Trial and Mentor Trained, specialty in pyromancy and thermokinesis
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ The Mend School: Trial and Book Trained
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ The Evergrowth School: Trial and Book Trained
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ The Alteration School: Trial and Book Trained
The schools listed above are only the ones Vivienne has admitted to using. While she's claimed to be trained only in magic from the Vortex realm, those with astute perceptions may be able to detect faint traces of another realm's magic when she casts.
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Trivia
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- Vivienne's light, especially when it gets dark, will attract moths
- Vivienne's favorite flowers are roses and baby's breath
- Vivienne has no sense of taste
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Relationships
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[!] Scattered through journal entries, Vivienne will often comment on the faces she's met in Regalia. The following is information gathered through an array of entries.
Elyon Wysana (10/10) [DECEASED] - Not a day goes by where I don't think of her. Rest well, my sweet, until we may meet once more.
Bram Severijn (10/10) - In a room full of people, it will always be him I first search for.
Ezdryl Ordiirn (9/10) - She'd never admit it, but she has a big heart. I just wish she knew how to keep it out of trouble.
Alexandria (7/10) - A sage woman. Her guidance has helped not only me but my dearest friends.
Mona Leclair (7/10) - A surprisingly delightful woman to be around.
Vittoria von Rolanthe (6/10) - The feelings I have for her are something akin to hatred. And yet, for some reason, I do not feel the usual sting hatred bares when I think of her.
Arion (6/10) - Any friend of Bram is a friend of mine. He does keep strange company, though.
Alfarin Silverberry (6/10) - I'm not overly fond of knights, but this one has grown on me.
Aoife Nemmire (5/10) - She makes good company for slow days in the lab.
Lucien Auclair (5/10) - For some reason, my gut warns me about this man. Still, he has a brilliant mind.
Francis Byrne (4/10) - Being around him makes me worse. Do not let his politeness distract from his sharp maw.
Leandre Delmotte (4/10) - His recklessness has only birthed trouble for my friends and me. However, he bought me a gravestone when he thought I had died. I don't think I'll ever forget that.
Adagio von Rolanthe (2/10) - One day he's going to get trigger-happy like his sister, and I'll find myself on the other end.
Elyon Wysana (10/10) [DECEASED] - Not a day goes by where I don't think of her. Rest well, my sweet, until we may meet once more.
Bram Severijn (10/10) - In a room full of people, it will always be him I first search for.
Ezdryl Ordiirn (9/10) - She'd never admit it, but she has a big heart. I just wish she knew how to keep it out of trouble.
Alexandria (7/10) - A sage woman. Her guidance has helped not only me but my dearest friends.
Mona Leclair (7/10) - A surprisingly delightful woman to be around.
Vittoria von Rolanthe (6/10) - The feelings I have for her are something akin to hatred. And yet, for some reason, I do not feel the usual sting hatred bares when I think of her.
Arion (6/10) - Any friend of Bram is a friend of mine. He does keep strange company, though.
Alfarin Silverberry (6/10) - I'm not overly fond of knights, but this one has grown on me.
Aoife Nemmire (5/10) - She makes good company for slow days in the lab.
Lucien Auclair (5/10) - For some reason, my gut warns me about this man. Still, he has a brilliant mind.
Francis Byrne (4/10) - Being around him makes me worse. Do not let his politeness distract from his sharp maw.
Leandre Delmotte (4/10) - His recklessness has only birthed trouble for my friends and me. However, he bought me a gravestone when he thought I had died. I don't think I'll ever forget that.
Adagio von Rolanthe (2/10) - One day he's going to get trigger-happy like his sister, and I'll find myself on the other end.
Combat Proficiencies
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ATK STAT: Magic (7)
DEF STAT: Magic (5)
STRENGTH (1)
-» Technique Parry
CONSTITUTION (1)
-» Iron Will
DEXTERITY (1)
-» Improvised Attack
MAGIC (12)
-» Arcane Blade
-» Arcane Snare
-» Arcane Cleanse
-» Arcane Shove
-» Arcane Aura
-» Arcane Warp
-» Arcane Echostrike
-» Arcane Portent
-» Arcane Eruption
-» Arcane Revive
-» Arcane Counter
-» Arcane Apotheosis
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