In summary:
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Personal mottos:
He is a man of courage who does not run away, but remains at his post and fights against the enemy - Socrates
The best way to keep one's word is not to give it - Napoleon
If you are far from the enemy, make him believe you are near - Sun Tzu
The best way to keep one's word is not to give it - Napoleon
If you are far from the enemy, make him believe you are near - Sun Tzu
To the Heart:
Violet is a spitfire, and a natural born leader, often gathering others to participate in her wild and ill planned ideas.
In her youth she was the creator of "The Itchy Army", a ragtag group of rogue itching powder specialists, but she has handed the torch down to the younger generation. Her interests are centered around all things violence, living up to her nickname since birth, "Violent Violet". Zombie training is her drive and focus, and having been born on Day of the Dead she fancies herself a murdering "chosen one". She's been preparing for DOTD since her third birthday, and never left home without a back pack filled with her most precious items; crypt map, plastic knife, brass knuckles, bracers with the tips filed down from her Uncle Anton, various jewelry pieces, and her zombie finger necklace. Her dearest companion, Hamlet, her trained attack pig passed away after six years of steadfast devotion, and she has vowed to never own a pet again.
Against her wishes she fell in love at the age of 12 with a boy sitting on a park bench. She spied on him for quite some time before she made her approach and the moment he opened his big, sarcastic, smart ass mouth, she was in love with him. He had so many girls around him and she wanted to slaughter them all, often sabotaging their efforts to get his attention, and telling him daily she was plotting their dooms. Against all odds, this pair later ended up married and had two children together, and she ultimately watched him break his promise never to die on her again as he died a second time.
As River was her "perfect match" and she is skeptical that anything in the world will ever come close to what she had, and didn't see a point in attempting to be a functional human in any way. As such she has spent the days since his death in hiding in her house; silent and alone, heartbroken and beyond repair. The only times she left the house was for "work" which was basically an enterprise that she had dumped in her lap upon his death. She essentially only shows up when someone needs to be brought back in line, or doesn't pay, and to this day she still doesn't know what she is shipping in those barrels and crates. She has no desire to.
Restless sleep and a wandering soul keeps her awake and moving about at all hours, rarely finding her in one place for too long. She is generally always tired, and awake. Under the aggressive tendencies is a very bitter and acidic distaste for people and their behaviours, but a sweet and affectionate person can come out with the right people around. She views this as a state of vulnerability so it often freaks her out that she was like that after the fact. Few are able to break past the barriers she has fortified around herself. If you manage it you have already alarmed her and are fifty steps ahead of the pack. Violet is very, very picky about who she sinks her time into. She does not like being touched, and will break fingers if do it against her wishes.
In her youth she was the creator of "The Itchy Army", a ragtag group of rogue itching powder specialists, but she has handed the torch down to the younger generation. Her interests are centered around all things violence, living up to her nickname since birth, "Violent Violet". Zombie training is her drive and focus, and having been born on Day of the Dead she fancies herself a murdering "chosen one". She's been preparing for DOTD since her third birthday, and never left home without a back pack filled with her most precious items; crypt map, plastic knife, brass knuckles, bracers with the tips filed down from her Uncle Anton, various jewelry pieces, and her zombie finger necklace. Her dearest companion, Hamlet, her trained attack pig passed away after six years of steadfast devotion, and she has vowed to never own a pet again.
Against her wishes she fell in love at the age of 12 with a boy sitting on a park bench. She spied on him for quite some time before she made her approach and the moment he opened his big, sarcastic, smart ass mouth, she was in love with him. He had so many girls around him and she wanted to slaughter them all, often sabotaging their efforts to get his attention, and telling him daily she was plotting their dooms. Against all odds, this pair later ended up married and had two children together, and she ultimately watched him break his promise never to die on her again as he died a second time.
As River was her "perfect match" and she is skeptical that anything in the world will ever come close to what she had, and didn't see a point in attempting to be a functional human in any way. As such she has spent the days since his death in hiding in her house; silent and alone, heartbroken and beyond repair. The only times she left the house was for "work" which was basically an enterprise that she had dumped in her lap upon his death. She essentially only shows up when someone needs to be brought back in line, or doesn't pay, and to this day she still doesn't know what she is shipping in those barrels and crates. She has no desire to.
Restless sleep and a wandering soul keeps her awake and moving about at all hours, rarely finding her in one place for too long. She is generally always tired, and awake. Under the aggressive tendencies is a very bitter and acidic distaste for people and their behaviours, but a sweet and affectionate person can come out with the right people around. She views this as a state of vulnerability so it often freaks her out that she was like that after the fact. Few are able to break past the barriers she has fortified around herself. If you manage it you have already alarmed her and are fifty steps ahead of the pack. Violet is very, very picky about who she sinks her time into. She does not like being touched, and will break fingers if do it against her wishes.
TO make her Tick:
Band genre: Heavy metal
Band name: Death hath no fury Roles: Lead singer/ Violinist ♥: brass knuckles, military boots, fire, mayhem, Beaker and Cookie monster, Earl Grey tea, lightning strikes, the smell of earth, spray paint stained fingers, tattoos, and puns. |
Parents: Aria and Andrew Exile
Former relationships: Nathan Farrell, River Austin. Relationship: Married to Adam Haynes Mother of: Winter Evi Austin Exile, Thane River Austin. Friends with: Levi and Oliver Williams (RIP), Sheila Turner, Kaida Farrall, Timothy James Sawyer (RIP), Charlie Newton (RIP), Charly Sharma (RIP), Christopher Callan, and most recently Dorian Black, Patrick Bass (RIP) |
A home to call her own:
85 Swain Lane, Highgate Cemetery
R.I.P Hamlet ✝