✩_____ `↪INTRODUCING THE TIGER !!
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- Name :: Vidula
Nickname :: Vee, Dula
Time Spent :: Twenty Years so Far
Gender :: Female
Sexuality :: Bisexual
Height :: 5' 8"
Weight :: 125 lbs
Eye color :: Violet [human appearance] // Blue [Tiger]
Hair color :: Dark Brown
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Biography
- `↪Mommy Dearest
- Doted upon by a loving mother was everything that mattered to a young Vidula. Her mother was a vibrant woman of Indian descent with beautiful features, and it was no wonder why her fahter had fallen in love with her in the first place. Yet, the mother was only a possession to the father. An exotic pet or piece of jewelry to own for the time. The child was never wanted, so it made perfect sense that Vidula was attached to her mother. They did everything. of course, her father supported them all, but there was no love in their relationship. It was cherished times that she spent with her mother, given that the times was so fleeting. Vidula was only six when her mother took ill. The woman left the child an heirloom. A precious music box that played a certain song and was adorned with a tiny ark in significant of Noah's ark, as the scene was depicted. It was a special secret the two shared with one another, and often, the song that it played was hummed to a young Vidula by her mother. However, it was not meant to be that they would be forever together. A sweeping sickness came in and stole away Vidula's mother, leaving her clinging to old memories in the care of a man who couldn't care less about her life or future. Solitude in the sea of faces became a constant companion for the girl.
✩TRIGGER WARNING!! #Music Boxes, #Music Box Sounds, #Lullabyes, # Talk to the Animals, #Plague Spots
`↪Things Start to Change
- Charming and gifted in athletics, Vidula was a prized member of her school's Cross Country team. It was the only thing she excelled at that was her own choice to pursue. Good grades were expected. Living a 'survival of the fittest' lifestyle and pleasing the man that spent his time raising her was of great importance, but running was something she was good at, and she was free to choose and do for herself. In this case, it was a meet, just like any other. The distance was no greater than it normally was, but the course was much more difficult then what the team had been trained for. The weather was not very helpful either. It was hot, and as a runner, there was no space to carry a water bottle. It was all or nothing. The run was almost cancelled, but the coaches pushed on, letting their need to settle rivalry overcome their need to protect their team. In agony, the race began and was pitifully played out. When it came time for Vidula to move herself, she did, and she worked with all the strength she had. It was proving to be a tight and close race. The determined young woman would not let failure come to pass. What would her father think? What would the others say? She pushed on, her lungs heaving desperately as they exhausted themselves. She felt the world tip and spin, saw colors and darkness flash, but she would not give in. She would not leave room for others to ridicule or find her shortcomings. No. She would shove on. And so she did, pushing her body past it's limits. As it began to shut down, losing oxygen to her brain, making her fall without realizing, she began losing a piece of herself. The innocence she had retained somehow left with her breath. The piece of her mind that died took that innocence away, and turned her to a darker side of the world. One she would find through further isolating herself, and turning her back on morals she had established.
✩TRIGGER WARNING!! #Endurance Testing, #Pushing Physical Limits, #Reaching a Physical Breaking Point
`↪Witness and Allowance
- Quite a story to see, her own insecurities bubbling beneath the surface, knowing there was no place to run and that all of her life was but a sickly facade. School was a place of existence. She was exalted by teachers and staff, as they thought she was a pristine and model student. When she went home, it was to an empty home. Sure, there were people inside, but no one paid her any attention. Everyone moved on without her, and she was still stuck in the mind of a scared six year old girl. Everything was done to appease everyone else. Nothing else mattered but maintaining the perfect facade. Of course, that was until she witnessed two souls clearly with chemistry of the dangerous kind. One was the weaker, and was receiving the blows, the other, clearly the stronger and more passionate, was issuing them. The conversation proved that this was clearly not the first time it had happened. And from what it appeared and sounded like, it would not be the last. Standing there, Vidula made a decision. She could very well stand up and end this. One party might be grateful, while the other would surely be resentful, or both parties could be resentful. Speaking up could very well ruin her facade and make every wall she had been working on building up crumble and fall into the sea of despair that constantly seemed to lap at her shores. It didn't matter what she did in either case on that half of the decision. It would end badly for certain. Yet,t eh path of least resistance, to say nothing, and let the torment continue, it was bliss. It was witnessing and relishing that someone else felt pain as she did, and had to pretend. It made her feel normal instead of a constant outsider. Someone would be able to shoulder her pain with her. And so she decided. She would let this continue. She would be safe, and she would know that she was not alone. Selfish, but she would not stop it. She would know that she was protected. She was not alone after all, was she?
✩TRIGGER WARNING!! #Self-Preservance, #Sadism, #Glad its not me, #No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
`↪The First Oath in Blood
- Perhaps it was the accident, but perhaps she was never all there to begin with. Vidula turned dark. There was no question about that. Her reservation and need for solitude emanated from more than just her loneliness and feelings of abandonment. After all, she had found someone to share her burden had she not? Distraught more now than ever, with situations at home burning into crisps as she moved towards the end of her path, the young woman turned to the powers of magick beyond her control to assist her in making the right choices. Not knowing the implications that would follow her because she made these choices, Vidula thought to play with the Ouija, or spirit board. She asked for answers in the dark of night, dropping finger pricks of blood to the board and paper she recorded her messages on for more potent answers. She didn't know the dark pull it seemed to have on her soul, but of course, not many do when they play with tools of such magnitude. They don't realize what they allow in, but the young woman desperately needed guidance she wasn't getting from home. Writing in kohl, which was close to the earth and easy enough to obtain without suspicion, the young woman recorded messages, asked for further answers to the open air, and sought out all magickal elements of foretelling that she had power to contact. It was never clear if the answers she received were what she desired, but the spurred her on to her final outcome.
✩TRIGGER WARNING!! #Spirit Board, #Oracle Cards, #Kohl Sticks, #Blood Offerings
`↪And We're Out With a Bang!
- It was the last day of term. She hadn't seen the pair that she often found after the first occurance. She had heard rumors of a transfer for the weaker party, and she had pitied the loss of a friend that could have been. She had been angry at first, feeling abandoned by this party that secretly shared her pain. How could they walk away so simply? How could they allow themselves to drop the facade and slink into nonexistence while she was forced to continue to maintain her own facade? Perhaps it had been some perverse affection she had imagined between the two. The need to have someone that understood Vidula herself was more than just a desire, it was an absolute need. She needed to have the companion to her despair. School was normal. Everyone was peaceful. That was, until the weaker party showed up. Walking around like they were in a panicked frenzy, Vidula followed, observing. She had decided that this would be the time she shared her confession. That the two of them would be the same with each other. That they would never feel alone with their burdens again, until the bombs were spotted. Why hadn't anyone noticed them before? How could she dismantle them all before something else went wrong? She followed the perpetrator, making sure to remember location. Once the hunt stopped, she flew back, doing her best to find out how to dismantle them. They all seemed to be under one device. As long as that device never activated the rest of the bombs, everyone would be saved. This would cement her facade. There would be no need to share any burden. She would be a hero; the hero that everyone already figured she was. She would know it. When it came to the chaos, the bomber had brought a second weapon. A gun. And the assault began. Screams were everywhere. The first fallen body that appeared was the bully. It made sense. This was an act of revenge. It didn't matter if more lives were lost as long as the first was taken. The picked on kid was accomplishing what they'd begun. Now it was time for the fireworks to kill all the evidence. And that would ruin everything for Vidula. Determined and spurred on by some strange need for her own vengeance, she found the weaker party. Ready as they were, Vidula was no match, and suffered fatal wounds. She wouldn't walk away from this place alive. No. This would be her grave, but she would take down the one who had plotted this elaborate plan. She would still be the hero. In some miracle, during the grapple, Vidula got a hold of a rather large knife the bomber had been carrying. She stabbed the bomber in the thigh. Horror struck with her own need for survival, and the decision to mar her soul with the guilt of murder,there was only one choice. With the opportune stall she had taken fro the bomber, keeping the bomber at bay long enough, the knife plunged again and again into the flesh of the bomber, even past death. And as Vidula drew her last, shuddering breaths, coated in blood and gore, Satisfied with maintaining her heroic visage, Vidula closed her eyes, inhaled once more, and passed into slumber that she would never awake from.
✩TRIGGER WARNING!! #The Smell of Gunpowder, #Bombs, #Screaming Masses, #Knife in Hand, #Blood splattering on skin, #Wielding the Power of Life or Death, #Abandonment Issues
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