Vivian Hawes

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NICKNAME Vee, Vivi
BIRTHDAY October 9th
AGE 29
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
GIFT Control over the dead and undead, as well as able to communicate with them. Can make people see things different form how they are.
MEMBER GROUP Gifted
FACE CLAIM Emily Dechanel

Likes: Death, Art, Cooking, Alchemy, The Victorian Era
Dislikes: Children, Bright Colors, Loud Noises, Technology, Christianity

Personality:
Throughout life, Vivian Hawes has been an intelligent person. No, intelligent was an understatement, she was a genius. Graduating top of her class at Harvard school of law, she was a highly revered individual. Along with her intelligence and proper disposition, Vivian was also very artistic. Having a keen eye for design and sophistication, she knew what attractive meant, and used that to her advantage. Everything about her was perfect.

With such class, came a certain condescension with her that made her come off as snobby. However, to classify her as a snob would not be a lie. Vivian never settled for anything less than extravagant. She worked hard for what she had, she deserved it. When things did not go as planned, you would know it. She has a low toleration for mistakes and would easily get angry. Nothing is taken lightly...

Expanding on this bitterness, she also has a dark side. Even though she would never wish death on to anybody, as she has seen what it does to people, but she did enjoy it. Vivian carried large amounts of hate inside of her. There were few things that she did ever enjoy.

History:
Before the plague, Vivian grew up in a nice home on the outskirts of Boston. She lived with her parents and her two younger sisters, Beth and Heather. Of course, she loved her family unconditionally, but she never liked them. Her grandmother was the only one she ever got along with. Vivian, who was named after her would always enjoy visits and loved learning about her childhood. Learning was something Vivian had always been interested in regardless off the subject. Skipping two grades in school, she was the youngest person to ever graduate from her high school.

Vivian didn't discover her first gift until her grandmother passed away. Completely devastated , she secluded herself from nearly everyone for days. On the third day of seclusion, she heard a voice. Turning around in shock, it was her grandmother. After concluding that she wasn't dreaming, the Vivians began talking. Surprisingly, the living, one wasn't scared. The ghost of her grandmother told her, that she had a gift, and was to be used carefully.

Many people would never consider communication with the dead a gift, but more of a scam into making money. Regardless, she never told people of her abilities, and cherished the fact that she could chat with her grandmother whenever she liked. This made her into more of a confident woman. Nothing scared her ever. In fact, she even managed to get a job in politics. It wasn't anything exciting, but Vivian's plan was to rule the world. This led to her second gift. On the day of an important interview, she unfortunately slept in. If she was ever going to make it on time, she would not be able to get ready. Looking in the mirror, Vivian looked horrid. Blinking her eyes, she looked different beautiful even. She was sure she was awake and still late. Not questioning the new look, she left the house and went to the interview. Much to her surprise, she got the job.

A few years later when she was settled into her new life, things began to change. Many people were getting sick, and many people were dying. Never liking people in general, Vivian always assumed she just made it so it looked like there were no more people. However, even her husband Maxwell got sick. He was the only person besides her grandmother that Vivian ever loved. She took care of him until the end. She was never particularly saddened by his death for she knew that she could always communicate with his spirit. However, he was never the same in the afterlife. He didn't seem too keen on being around the living.
The world was coming to an end, and that was apparently clear.

After all the deaths, Vivian frequently went for walks in the dilapidated city. She never had a reason other than looking for beauty in the darkness. She had grown her own food at home in a greenhouse, so there was never a real need for that, and all the stores were looted so she could shop even if there were people to sell her things. Occasionally survivors would come up to her begging for whatever it was. They generally looked tattered or dirty. In actuality she had little to no nice clothes left, but because of her gift she would never allow those peasants to see her as such. Maybe she should leave the city.

Ashley

Hi, I'm Ashley, age seventeen. I live on the us eastern seaboard, so us eastern standard time. I've been roleplaying for 5 years. Currently I am in an AP literature class as well as a Creative Writing Class. I'm also an artist, so if you want fan art...