Post by Viola Eve Dawn on Dec 20, 2012 22:56:57 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; border-bottom: 2px dashed #E5E5E5; padding-bottom: 5px;] #366 Viola, E. Dawn    ✘ AGE Nineteen ✘ GENDER Female ✘ SEXUALITY Bisexual ✘ APPEARANCE One of Viola's worst and best assets is probably the fact that she has the appearance of a child, an adorable, innocent little thing that looks like she couldn't harm a fly. Short cut blonde hair that normally is adorned with a large white bow, milky white, clear skin, and large blue-grey eyes that appear as innocent as those of a puppy. It also helps that she's short-around 4'8" or 4'9", something like that. She has a childish build with practically no womanly shapes in sight. She's thin and lanky and appears to be pretty weak in general. It's as if she didn't go through puberty or something. And it would be a bad thing; always getting mistaken and treated like a child, not being able to go on the good rollercoasters, etc., had it not helped her out with her little, hidden crime-ridden life. ✘ FACE CLAIM [color=000000]✔[/color] vocaloid - rin kagamine - viola eve dawn✘ PERSONALITY Viola really has two personalities: her outside personality, and her actual personality. Be prepared for both, because when you first meet her, who knows which one she'll throw at you? Outside personality: Viola is a fantastic actress. She took acting since she was five. And it helped aid her in her crimes quite a bit. Viola pretends to be the little innocent girl. Sweet and gentle, very bright, and quite playful. She seems like a cheery kid, spirited, creative. She acted adventurous, curious and wonderstruck by anything and everything. She also acted like the brave hero. She would tell them her "sob story" then act brave about it, feeing off their pity for her. It really was the perfect cover. Who suspects an innocent little girl? Actual personality: In reality, Viola is very dark. She's mysterious and quiet, with a twisted and malevolent mind. It's not a rare occurrence for her to be chatting up a pleasant conversation with someone about how much she liked penguins or something, while in her mind she would be thinking of how she would go about killing them. Strangling them, maybe. Or perhaps she would cut them in the right place for her to sever an artery, and they would bleed to death? And let's not forget that one way to cut them which would cause all the arteries near their heart to be sliced. Oh yes, that would be a slow and painful death. This was what she would think; all while becoming friends with the person, getting closer to them, gaining their trust. She really is evil, and very deceitful. Also quite intelligent, horribly intelligent. Clever, clever girl. And she's a great actress, flawless, really. Well, almost flawless. ✘ LIKES
✘ DISLIKES Small spaces ✘ CRIMES Multiple counts of murder, manslaughter, homicide, whatever you want to call it. ✘ HABITS
✘ PHOBIAS Claustrophobic ✘ POSSESSIONS She's wearing a cute white dress with her white bow, and as a weapon she has a lovely meat cleaver. ✘ HISTORYUnlike most criminals, Viola had a good childhood. Her two parents and her older brother were the only relatives she knew about as, there had been a family feud a couple years ago that had left her family's connections between the rest of the family severed. No, she had a good childhood up to the age of ten. Then both her parents lost their jobs and her brother was killed by a drink driver. It was an almost instant downward spiral for her family. Viola had already suffered from claustrophobia, and her insomnia formed around this time. Horrible, blood curdling, bone chilling nightmares. Funny, really, how she was haunted by nightmares, and eventually became one. Her parents were slowly losing money. Eventually, they were out. An left no choice but to send Viola away. To her Aunt: house. They had begged and pleaded her mother's sister, her aunt, to take her. Keep in mind, her family had been cut off from the rest of the family. Viola hadn't even known about her aunt. After lots and lots of begging, her Aunt finally, grudgingly agreed. Viola was sent away to live with her Aunt, Uncle, and two cousins. Her Aunt and Uncle basically ignored her and were rather resentful to her, but bearable. It was her two cousins. Twins, her age. And annoying as the underworld. They would taunt and tantalize her and make her life miserable. They pushe her down stairs and into pools, stole her things, broke things and blamed Viola, horrible things like that. Her Aunt and Uncle ignored her claims of being bullied. They either didn't believe her, or didn't care enough. She would lay in her bed and dream of killing them. Slaughtering them. Slitting their throats. These fantasies couldn't come true, however. She couldn't kill them. Well, not until she was old enough to live on her own. When she was old enough, she killed them off in the most discrete yet satisfying way. It was her birthday. She was planning in going out with some "friends", aka a couple gullible girls who Viola had "befriended" over the past few weeks just for that night. She had been planning on going out at seven. Her "family" always had dinner at 7:30. As she left, she slipped rat poison into the milk and wine. When she returned, she found her aunt, uncle, and cousins dead as dogs. She called the police and played the part of the frantic, horrified, scarred-for-life girl who had returned to the family she loved dearly from a happy party for her birthday to find her family horrifically slaughtered. She was excellent at it. She even managed to have a sobbing breakdown and almost faint. She had everything to keep innocent. The alibi, the story, the acting skills. It went perfectly. She began living on her own, as she had no family to live with now. Atleast, that was the reason she said. It was a true reason, but not the real reason. No, on the contrary, she has an idea. Viola had devised a plan. A very elaborate plan. This was when her acting skills and appearance would come in handy. She moved to an apartment very far away from where she had previously lived, where no one knew her. There, she set up her new life. She would go up to her neighbor, usually the one across the hall from her, but sometimes it would be the family two doors to the left, or the family down the hall near the elevators. She'd go up to them and ring the doorbell. Someone would answer. And she would give them her pitch. "Hi, I'm Viola! I just moved here with my brother!" and then it would go something like "Well aren't you cute? How old are you Viola?" "I'm ten!" "Come on in, dear. We have a little girl/boy your age, I'm sure you two will be good friends!" and then they would talk. And she would feed them her story. About how she had moved here with her brother because their parents had just died in a car crash or a fire or some other disaster like that. How her brother had insisted on taking her in, but he suffered from severe depression, and rarely left the apartment, and never socialized. How she was trying to be brave about it. She fed off their sympathy and pity for her. She would become acquainted with the family. She would come over every day to play. She would give them updates on her life, "Today my brother actually made lunch for me today. I'm so happy!" stuff like that. And after a while, she would tire of the family. It was then that she would come over one day all sad and say, "Brother says he doesn't have enough money to pay rent. We're moving at the end of the month." then she would sait for just the right moment a couple days before she would leave, and strike. One of the days before she would murdur her victim, she would convince them to give her something of theirs. If it was the child, she would say something around the lines of, "Wow, you have three dolls! I had a doll like this once, her name was Crysanthemum. She...she burned in the fire, with my parents." and then she would get all sad, maybe sniffle a little. But not ask for it. No, the kid would be kind and give it to her. She began to accumulate these little things over time, like little monuments for each of her victims. Sometimes she would kill the kid, her "friend." Sometimes it was the sibling. Maybe it would be the parents. Someone died. And she always did it cleanly. She was able to leave little to no trace. And any evidence they did find was put aside; after all, she spent a lot of time at the apartment and around the victim. Of course they would find a strand of her hair on the ground near the victim, or fingerprints on the coffee table. She was also an excellent actress, remember? She was perfect at playing the part of terrified child whose friend/friend's family member was murdered. And then, she would have to leave, and with an excuse. it wouldn't be like she was fleeing the crime scene, would it? Totally inconspicuous. She managed to do this quite a bit. Around four a year, for a small number of years, a little over two. Ten murders. Ten little tokens, all kept in a ratty old shoebox. It was so foolproof too. How did she get caught? Her last family. She had killed the little girl and left. The day she left, the mother had asked the manager where "the little girl and her older brother from room 303" had moved to. She had just adored Viola, really fallen into her trap. Viola had considered killing her, and really regrets not doing so now. Of course, the manager had been confused and stated that there had been no little girl and big brother in room 303. A nineteen year old girl had lived there, alone. She had appeared like a little girl, he recalled, but she had shown him her I.D., she was certainly nineteen. Her name was Viola, if he could remember correctly. She had told him she didn't have enough money to pay rent for the month and was planning on leaving at the end of the month. Sweet girl. Why? It was that one flaw in her scheme that blew the whole thing open. Here was a woman who looked like a little girl who had committed several crimes of gruesome murdur. And you can probably imagine the reactions of all the families who had known her when they found out. She found out the police were after her and tried her best to hide, but news spread quickly and she was caught two weeks later, and immediately sent to the Gallows. But the Gallows, it's her new plaything. What can I do here? she wonders. |
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