Vivienne Elizabeth Bryne

[Jelly]

Written: 3/17/2011

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The New York sky's finding me lonely in love tonight
This way I deal, can't take away what is real

ALL ABOUT YOU --
»» YOUR CBOX NAME: Jelly
»» HOW YOU FOUND US: Klada
»» OTHER CHARACTERS: Alyssa Lea McKnight, Eve Jasmine Wynn, Aron Henry Shane, Anthony Hunter Rantil, Lizabeth Marie Holt, Derek Josh Milton, Leo Aldo Carducci, Parker Saul Thompson


INTRODUCING THE INCREDIBLE --
»» CHARACTER NAME: Vivienne Elizabeth Bryne
»» CHARACTER AGE: 70 // 19
»» GENDER: Female
»» SPECIES: Vampire
»» TYPE: Wild


YOU SURE LOOK LIKE --
»» FACE CLAIM: Kate Hudson
»» BUILD: Much more ‘thin’ than simply skinny or slim, Viv is built very lightly, smallness incorporated into every part of her body’s structure besides her height of 5’6” and the energy in her bright face.
»» ANIMAL COLOR: N/A
»» HAIR COLOR: Blonde.
»» EYE COLOR: Red.
»» OTHER: N/A

CONFESSIONS OF A --
»» SEXUALITY: Straight
»» LIKES: Reading, sewing/knitting/crocheting/embroidering/nearly anything else similar, children, sunny days, cleanliness, blue eyes, traveling, cooking (although she has no use for it anymore)
»» DISLIKES: The majority of what this generation calls music (or at least the rap/metal/screamo/techno genres), stormy weather (especially thunderstorms), being alone for long periods of time, too much high-tech stuff
»» SECRETS: Believes in soul mates, has always wanted children, afraid of heights, has never tried more than a sip of an alcoholic drink (but has been very tempted)
»» OTHER: ---
»» PERSONALITY:

The first word that pops into most peoples’ minds to describe her when they first meet Vivienne is innocent. Followed close behind are simple, friendly, bright, optimistic, polite, generous, and social butterfly. And those certainly are major parts of who she is: the cheery, supportive, kind little housewife she was raised to be. Silent when she’s unhappy with something, quiet when she’s happy with something, always the perfect public face for a family while making sure that the house itself was always in pristine condition, even if the family would be the only ones to see it. Unfortunately, despite being raised that way, she has never exactly fit the perfect mold her mother had set in place for her – besides the fact that she has yet to settle herself into a true family on any sort. She fits in well the housework portion of it, as well as the social hostess, but keeping her thoughts completely to herself has never been a strong suit of Viv’s.

She enjoys speaking her mind – although she can at least keep herself in check enough to do so carefully, ‘politically correct,’ if you will – and she enjoys being heard and listened to. Just brushing her off, ignoring her, or treating her as if she is less than you or someone else (although that was technically how she was seen in the era she grew up in) is the easiest way to get under her skin, and as much as she attempts to hide that fact, she, well, doesn’t. And if anyone wrongs her, she doesn’t soon forget, even if she does forgive them – not quite holding grudges, but keeping everything in mind if, say, something else comes up.

Left on her own, she’s content to read or sew or in some other small way amuse herself, and she doesn’t mind the silence or ‘personal time,’ just as long as she breaks it up with some type of socializing. Be that going out to shop, merely wandering through a city with other tourists and locals, talking to friends over the phone, writing letters, or anything similar. However, she prefers seeing people face to face as opposed to any other medium, and so doesn’t keep in touch with very many people in the current facebook/myspace/cellphone/internet/etc. craze. When she’s in that social element (be it a party, a simple get-together, or just meeting someone new) she just as likely to be leading the conversation or hanging back to let someone else steer it where they want. She also tends to be one of those people who can’t exactly sit still while they talk – either she’s moving or her hands are, emphasizing the points she’s trying to get across or adding to whatever story she might be telling.

»» WANTED POWER: N/A

THIS IS MY PLAYGROUND --
»» RP SAMPLE:

Her fingers absentmindedly twirled a thin strand of hair that had come loose from her pulled-back curls and her lower lip found itself bitten lightly by those pearly white teeth of her’s as she stood in the library aisle. Scarlet eyes (hidden beneath slowly dissolving brown contacts – she would have preferred blue, but those didn’t hide the color beneath as well) scanned the shelves before her, bored and at a loss. As bad as it was, she often did judge books by their covers, and by their names, and right now there wasn’t a single one of them that captured her interest. She had either read them before or wasn’t planning on ever reading them. Not that rereading things was out of the question… but they weren’t as interesting the second time around. Even if you forgot the basic details of the story changing from chapter to chapter, you knew how the ending was going to come about, and the whole point of continuously turning the page to find that out was lost.

“Can I help you?” She turned from the wall of books to give the librarian aid that had noticed her standing there a once over, and shook her head. Even if she couldn’t make a decision for herself at the moment, she wasn’t looking for anything specific, and she doubted she had the same taste in books as the mousey woman in front of her (it wasn’t meant as an insult – honest – she was just small and soft and brunette). However, she didn’t exactly get the hint from the nonverbal response, and went off suggesting books as she walked over and pointed to them on the shelves. Classics, all things she had already looked over, read or at least lightly skimmed, not things she was interested in. “Thank you,” Viv started softly, a polite little smile on her lips, “but I’ve already read most of those.” Slightly chastised, the aid made a soft “oh” noise, told her she’d be at the library’s front counter if Viv needed her, and turned to head back over there to whatever other work she had to do.

Pausing, her eyes going a little wide when they caught sight of one of the books the aid was carrying, the vampiress reached out a hand to stop her. “Wait, can I see that one?” Surprised at the request (since she had been looking in the classics section, and the book she indicated was nothing other than a cook book), the library aid handed it over and mentioned that she could check it out at the front desk if she wanted. With another shake of her head – she wouldn’t need this outside of the library – Viv took the book and found herself a seat at one of the tables scattered around the library. Flipping open Betty Crocker’s Picture Cookbook, she scanned the first few recipes quickly and had to stifle a laugh, one hand covering her mouth.

She shouldn’t have been surprised with what she could find in a public library, but the fact that this was the very same cook book (edition, not the same book itself) that she had seen so often around her house growing up amazed her. Not that she would have any use for it now – cooking wasn’t exactly a skill a vampire needed – but the all-too-familiar pictures and recipes and ingredients definitely made her wish it was. Well, some of them, anyways, she mused as she flipped the page to a recipe involving liver (far too common for her liking, but she had never been allowed to complain). Ah well.

Settling herself more into the seat she had taken and tucking a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she continued to flip through the old cook book, letting herself fall completely oblivious to the library around her and the rest of its patrons or staff.

NOTHING HAS CHANGED AT ALL --
»» FAMILY: Evelyn Marie Bryne, mother, deceased; Andrew Lee Russell, uncle, deceased; Benjamin Roland Bryne, father, deceased; Sylvia Arlene Bryne, sister, deceased; Mitchell Scott Archer, fiancé, deceased.
»» HISTORY:

Having spent years rattled by wars and the political ventures of the world, the way that American life settled down as the fifties came to pass was idyllic for the Bryne family. They had never been incredibly involved, but not many years after Vivienne was born (on the bright crisp morning of November 2nd, 1941), her mother lost her twin brother in the fighting. The young girl had never known her uncle very well, and she was far too young to understand the loss even if she had, but her mother Evelyn was used to never being very far from her brother, or at least not for any long stretch of time, and the woman was devastated. The next few years, roughly from the time Viv was three to the time she was six, were very quiet years in their household; her mother went about everything a good wife and mother should, although she was hardly ever actually happy, and it was as obvious to the young girl as her father was oblivious to it. They were lucky that he never had to go fight, because his position as a school administrator (he had worked his way up through teaching to be the vice principal of a school near their house) excused him, at least in the local draft’s opinion. However, the house was run just as well as any other house was; it was clean and completely presentable at all hours of the day, as was Evelyn herself, and although Vivienne was young, by the time she was starting school, she had been helping out around the house quite a bit, learning the things she would need to know later in her own life.

When she was six years old, their simple little family grew, and the quiet young Vivienne had grown used to was shattered. But at least the new baby around the house brought actual happiness back into her mother’s face (and jealousy into Viv’s, but that was short lived once she was forced got to help care for the little girl). Going to school, learning the basics of the subjects they taught girls in those days, learning everything that made a girl a good housewife when she got married off when at home, and taking care of (which mostly meant playing with) her younger sister filled up the next few years of her life. There were no big changes for her besides getting older, learning new things, earning small new freedoms and responsibilities, and the changing of schools that came with getting older. There were clubs she joined, friends she hung out with, but nothing exactly out of the ordinary, even in the opinion of a young teenage girl. The country as a whole changed, what with all of the big outcries and court cases there were for equal educations and integration, but none of that affected Viv herself, as her rather small school district didn’t have anyone else in the area to bring in.

Her graduation from high school at the age of eighteen coincided with her meeting with Mitchell, a handsome, suave new member of their community. He wasn’t that much older than her, but he apparently had a knack for business, and had been hired by an important one (she has since forgotten which it was) in the area; and the bright young Vivienne had caught his eye. She had dated through her years of high school, but until they met, none of it had been serious – and there was the fact that most of her friends had already decided on who they would be marrying, either already engaged before the left school, or at least in al long-term relationship that no one doubted would end in marriage. Her younger sister wasn’t lax in commenting on her situation either, always willing to pipe up and mention that she was getting older and older without a ring on her finger and a home and family to call her own (as opposed to being a part of her mother’s home).

So it was actually a relief to her that their budding friendship quickly turned into an actual relationship, and instead of being caught off guard and surprised when he proposed after a few months, she was elated, and quickly said yes. However, there was a little issue not that long afterwards when the business he was working for decided to transfer him to another branch they had in another state, and because they didn’t want to hurry the wedding itself, they decided that it would work best for her to go with him, help him settle into the new home and his new office, and then they could officially get married – although her parents didn’t exactly approve of her living with him before then.

However, the day she said goodbye to her family – the school principal father and housewife mother and slightly annoying little sister that (at that point in her life) really wanted nothing more than to be like her grown-up sister – and set out to drive to what would be her new home, was the last time she saw any of them. The story they heard was of a fatal car crash, something that involved a reason for not being able to recover the car or the people inside, so they had to bury an empty casket for her.

The truth, though, was that Viv and her fiancé relocated to a completely different location, and she found out the hard way that he wasn’t exactly human. (It’s amazing what colored or shaded glasses among other things could hide.) Unfortunately, while Mitchell truly had meant to marry her when he changed her, the confused, frightened newborn vampire that she was decided that that couldn’t possibly apply if he bitten her like he had, and she ran, all her feelings for the man (which had been true) forgotten. It was only because of a small miracle that she didn’t cause too much of a disturbance in the human population during her time, but she did it, and managed to keep herself in relative hiding until she had enough control not to attack the first person she came across. And by that time, the world had already changed – if it wasn’t by very much, it seemed that way to her, as she tried to reintegrate herself into the world.

Over the years she succeeded, as well as came to grips with the whole ‘vampire’ part of her new life and the fact that she couldn’t exactly go back to what she had had before. Not that she has left everything she grew up with behind – certainly not, there are many parts of that ingrained into her character – but she wasn’t going to mourn over what she could change, and it is with that mindset that she has come to enjoy the life of a vampire, and most of what that entails.