Post by lavinia on Jun 6, 2009 22:12:28 GMT -7
†Lavinia- Camille -Vielle†
† V †
[/center]†General Information†
Full Name: Vielle, Lavinia Camille
Nicknames:V (V-ee)
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Age they appear: Early to Late Twenties
Race:Human
Orientation: Open Hetrosexual (Bi but more towards male influence)
Health Problems: Depression (Recent Loss of Child)
†Personality†
Basic Personality:
Behind the bar with that soft smile and twinkle in her eye that is hoping for a great tip is a strong threshold slowly wilting away by chemical abuse within her body in addition to what she place within it. On the outside within her apartment complex, many see Lavinia as a very well put together ‘young’ woman. Every few days she helps her elderly neighbors take out their trash and even walk their dogs and has enough energy to hang out with the youths ‘level 4 crew’ in a friendly game of football on the rooftops and have a few beers with the parents.
Her parents believe she is still perusing her occupation as a general surgeon to be an a part of an Emergency staff. They know deep down she was crushed by her relationship failing (after six years) but never knew how hard she fell when she lost the child she was going to raise on her own. Every holiday is spent with a fake smile and cheers with another bottle down her throat to numb the emotions of seeing her brother happily in a stable marriage and a child as like the hopes of her sister. Not even her own twin knows the deep darkness that rides on her shoulders when she leaves Spain to return to London.
With two (or three) jobs her co-workers know her much more as a darker person. At the ritzy upscale hotel she is a great bartender, capable of dishing out all drinks shouted over a black tie event during the weekday. On weekends it is the run down bar (shadow of a jazz club) that opens the stage for her to sing and serve (booze that is). As for the third… it is still within the medical field. No license but those needing a fast fix of a broken bone or stitching up… she can do it with a hefty price. Not like medical supplies are easy to get even in this day and age without a license.
With her past sitting within the shadows, she fears commitment (and unprotected sex). Unable to not feel attraction to the Delicious, Decadent and Deadly males, she falls to females for some sexual relief and comfort. Though she still wants a family… who knows within her addictions if she will ever find it now.
Likes:
† Vices (Alcohol & Cigarettes)
† Wine Tasting
† Mixology: Creating New and Unique Drinks
† Tending Bars (Bartender)
† Singing
† Yoga/Meditation
† Children Laughter
† Cooking
† Traveling: Pacific Asia Prefer
† Reptiles
Hates:
† Spiders
† Clean up after long nights
† Stepping on Wet Floors
† Kinder-Goths & Candy Glowers
† Ignorant, Sleazy and Oblivious Beings
† Shotguns
† After smell of long night: ashtray and vomit
† Living a Lie to her Family
† Really Humid/Hot Days
† Getting Sick
Talents:
† linguistics: Understands French
† Medical Knowledge: Need a bullet removed? How about Fast Surgery?
† Performance Arts: Its in the blood. Singing/Dancing.
† Mixologist: Name a drink, any drink? Can’t? Let me name one after you.
† Negotiator/Peace Keeper
Habits:
† Obsessive Compulsive on Certain Things: Lining up bottles by height.
† Overindulgence: Alcohol/Nicotine (Due to Depression)
† Grinds Teeth: Drunkeness.
† procrastination: Ill get to it… later than sooner.
† Drug use: When over the counter doesn’t hit the bill.
†Appearance:†
Skin Color: Pale Tan / Olive
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Build: Toned/Average
Piercing/Scars/Tattoos: wings and Decaying face of 'Death' on back :: image*; Tongue pierced twice (Tip/Middle)
Choice of Clothing: When outside the workforce attire of dark slacks and white/black button ups; she is in dark attires of modern Victorian attires to just simple elegant business casual. (You just can't wear heels and corsets when getting grocery)
Other: Stands around 5'7" and an average of 133lbs.
†History:†
History:
Nov 2, 2070
The Birth of twins was something uncommon now in the day and age; it was more of a miracle in amongst the triplets and beyond. For Josefina and Adrien Vielle it was nothing more but another bundle of joy in addition to their only son, Adrien the II. For the green eyed baby girl, they named Judith as the other Lavinia (both taking on the middle names of the mothers). One thing was known; if a family was both middle and upper class, the Vielle was the picture to be used in books. Part of their lives was within the lime light; Josefina was a much awarded actress within their home of Bilbao, Spain both theatrical and operatic. On the other side was the soft spoken Information Technologist Adrien that always looked uneasy during Award Ceremonies (or preferred staying at home with the kids if Josefina didn’t take them along).
Minus the glam and uneasy feelings; Lavinia (along with her siblings) lived a pretty calm life within their growing years out of ABC and 123. During Fall thru Spring was spent what money could offer in the best education while Summer’s were spent out in the country with their grandparents (or great grandmother when the sudden passing of the grandparents happen) or traveling while their mother performed. Their lives were filled with Music, Performing and Martial Arts to keep the peace (more so keep them occupied and out of each other’s hair; both siblings and parents). By the time they entered their ending years of education; all three were at least fluent in another language and pursue various occupations: Adrien: Restaurateur, Judith: Journalist and Lavinia: General Surgeon.
Leaving her home city and into the Madrid, she was accepted into one of the more common Universities for Medical Science and obtained a side occupation of being a bartender at a local upbeat hotel to have some sort of income (excluding her grants and scholarships). For Lavinia, everything was great. She was excelling in school (top of her class) and was favored among the staff as a great asset to the hotel staff for keeping the party at bay by singing or entertaining (not hard to fool drunks to think she was the famous Josefina Vielle). For this she met a man she now only refers to as D. D was a charming man, (though his name was Nick her friends and her called him D for the description they gave men like him: Delicious, Decadent and Deadly.)
She thought she was in love, he stated he did. They were close to the point she moved into his apartment in the city and talked about marriage many times but something changed in him after a trip overseas on some ‘business’ trip and finding out Lavinia was pregnant. He seemed to lost interest in the girl and though he said nothing of the child, she didn’t care. She left him still with child in her and continued schooling. By the time she was in her third trimester, luck was not with her and she discovered the child had no heartbeat during an ultrasound. Inducing her labor she gave birth to an undeveloped little girl she named Stella before having it buried within her great grandmother’s plot near the ocean coast of Northern Spain.
Many saw it as her downfall; she had lost feeling in helping others for she felt she was alone. Dropping her years of education within the school she left Spain. She told her parents she was being transferred to a new school in London but in reality it was a cover. She needed to leave… so much of Spain was heart breaking since her child die and the pull from her relationship. She needed to start off new…
Mother/Father: Josefina (Née:Vega) & Adrien Vielle
Siblings: Judith Vielle (Twin) & Adrien Vielle II (Older Brother)
Offspring: Stella Vielle (Deceased prior Birth)
Other: Leonora Vega (Great Grandmother)
†RP example:†
Evalyn was suppose to be sleeping soundly within her room locked away from it all; but after five hours of staring at the ceiling or wall and tossing within her blankets; her mind was continuously haunting her. Two deaths… within a small amount of time; last time that happened to her was her first year at war. The scenarios were different, this one within a confined silence as the other… well chaos. Chaos that mixed in with the peace… she could hear her past screaming at her, tears of pain as they gripped her arm calling for mercy. Sitting up out of her bed she couldn’t take it anymore.
Leaving her bed a disarray, she went to her cabinets removing a medium metallic box locked by a designed key. Finding her keys still around her neck like they were her dogtags from few years back she opened up the box with little sound of metal scraping together and removed a black satin sack that sloshed of liquid, clinked of glass and metal among the mix. Taking her keys and keycard she left her adobe, locking the door behind her and went up…
Many doors were listed as storage, most of that was a lie. Opening a door it leads either down to the boiler or up to the roof. She was going up… Feeling the cold tile become cement then metal didn’t bother her bare feet as she moved up the stair like ladder and opened the metal doors with ease (regardless the lock was out of date and with three pulls opened up like a charm). Not many made it here; well most of the staff only came here to get a cigarette in without being seen by students or anyone else. Empty glass bottles with unknown origins scattered around with butts stuffed within told the area was still used for that purpose. She walked over to the edge facing the east side of the building away from the door she entered from; the tar pricked at her feet but again, didn’t bother her much.
With new found sweat coming off of her brow she should of grabbed her radio just in case security would be wondering on the figure above them and her hair tie to gather the mess. Sitting down with her back against the wall she removed what was in the bag; large bottle of whiskey and a silver/animal print case filled with her ‘emergency kit’ that was etched outside on the back and inside when opened. Pulling out a cigarette and removing the top of the bottle she lit the cigarette with a disposable lighter that laid within the case and took a long drink without letting go of the smoke to drag it down below. She almost coughed up the burning sensation of smoke and alcohol but kept it down as her eyes watered within the darkness.
Let’s become numb together she thought looking to the bottle in her hand. The humid air wrapped around her skin and lungs, giving little comfort to the cool institute. She needed sleep and the sandman was not at her door just yet.
Leaving her bed a disarray, she went to her cabinets removing a medium metallic box locked by a designed key. Finding her keys still around her neck like they were her dogtags from few years back she opened up the box with little sound of metal scraping together and removed a black satin sack that sloshed of liquid, clinked of glass and metal among the mix. Taking her keys and keycard she left her adobe, locking the door behind her and went up…
Many doors were listed as storage, most of that was a lie. Opening a door it leads either down to the boiler or up to the roof. She was going up… Feeling the cold tile become cement then metal didn’t bother her bare feet as she moved up the stair like ladder and opened the metal doors with ease (regardless the lock was out of date and with three pulls opened up like a charm). Not many made it here; well most of the staff only came here to get a cigarette in without being seen by students or anyone else. Empty glass bottles with unknown origins scattered around with butts stuffed within told the area was still used for that purpose. She walked over to the edge facing the east side of the building away from the door she entered from; the tar pricked at her feet but again, didn’t bother her much.
With new found sweat coming off of her brow she should of grabbed her radio just in case security would be wondering on the figure above them and her hair tie to gather the mess. Sitting down with her back against the wall she removed what was in the bag; large bottle of whiskey and a silver/animal print case filled with her ‘emergency kit’ that was etched outside on the back and inside when opened. Pulling out a cigarette and removing the top of the bottle she lit the cigarette with a disposable lighter that laid within the case and took a long drink without letting go of the smoke to drag it down below. She almost coughed up the burning sensation of smoke and alcohol but kept it down as her eyes watered within the darkness.
Let’s become numb together she thought looking to the bottle in her hand. The humid air wrapped around her skin and lungs, giving little comfort to the cool institute. She needed sleep and the sandman was not at her door just yet.
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Misc Notes:
- PB: Cristina Scabbia
- *: Allowed to use image cause well, that's my freaking back piece. Don't steal and call your own; I don't see you getting twenty hours done on your skin for it.
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