Name: Vivian Shea
Age: 113
Apparent age: 17 or so
Birthday: September 20, 1900
Species: Now there's a good question!
Gender: Female. Would you like to check~?
Eye color: Blue as a forget-me-not. Would you like to come closer and check for yourself?
Hair color: Blonde, and oh-so fun to play with~
Skin tone: Fair, sweetums. I'm far too wealthy to allow myself to tan
Height: 5'2"
Heel Height: 5'5"
Weight: What an awful question to ask a lady!
Body build: Slender. Wrap your arms around me and see for yourself~
Talents: -Dancing-
-Drinking-
-Flirting-
-Making the boys fall all over themselves-
-Painting-
Flaws/Disabilities: -Will flirt senselessly, but won't commit-
-Can't handle being hit on by women-
-Amazingly old-fashioned for a self-proclaimed "modern girl"-
-Refuses to wear anything that ends above the knee-
-Alcoholic and chain smoker-
Powers: Pyrokinesis - can manipulate fire with her mind
Seduction - who can resist those curves?
Likes: -All the pretty boys this time period has to offer-
-Clothes, from her own time, of course-
-New world technology-
-Money, and lots of it-
-Music, especially jazz-
-Talking pictures - I mean, movies. They're just so fascinating!-
Dislikes: -That old classical stuff. It's what her mother listened to!-
-All that talk about war, it just upsets her-
-Those loony kids obsessed with the Great War-
-Being called a gold-digger. Marrying all those rich men was purely coincidental-
-Hearing how old she apparently is-
-I mean, she looks great for 113!-
-Right?-
-RIGHT?!
Personality: Vivacious, fiery, independent (while being dependent on her dead husbands' cash), flirtatious, unafraid to break a nail, annoyingly optimistic, remarkably athletic, and bold. Very, very, bold.
Bio: Vivian Sandercelt was born in New York City, New York on September 20, 1900 to wealthy parents. Coming from old money, Vivian easily settled into the good life, and was quite the socialite by the time she was a teen. At the age of sixteen, she fell in love with a twenty year old soldier named Frederick Barton. He too came from old money, and soon enough, they were happily married. Unfortunately, when the Americans joined the war in 1917, he was shipped off, and several months later, Vivian was handed a letter that held the sad, tragic news of her new husband's death.
Unwilling to allow this to deter her from living a full life, Vivian threw herself into her social life, and by the age of nineteen, was a well-known party girl. At twenty, she married a much older gentlemen named Edward Robichett, who was, as well as forty-two years her senior, also a successful businessman and old-money millionaire. He died of natural causes less than six months after their marriage. The young widow mourned by throwing an elaborate party celebrating the success-filled life of her sweet old husband.
When she was twenty-two, she met her third husband, the new-money billionaire Henry Shea, who was forty-seven and very well-endowed and virile lively and generous. He loved her at first sight, and immediately asked her on a date. She instantly said no, not recognizing the billionaire he was, or the opportunity for huge money she was passing up. But he wouldn't accept no for an answer. After some coaxing, she finally agreed, and it didn't take long for her to love him in return. Eventually, he proposed with the tiniest ring she'd ever seen, with just a chip for a diamond. Regardless, she loved it, and accepted without hesitation. Her family, however, would hear none of it. They didn't know him, never even heard of him, and he was HOW old?!
Vivian, refusing to lose yet another love, took him by the hand and proposed an elopement. They married within the hour, and afterwards, he brought her to a moor. There, she found herself on a large yacht named "Vivian's Heart". Vivian was confused. What were they doing on a boat?! There, he finally told her his big secret, and pulled out a beautiful diamond wedding ring that he had had custom made with diamonds from his private diamond mine. She pushed aside her anger and kissed him happily, and they rode the yacht out into the sunset. For almost an entire year, they lived happily, and in love, until things went downhill. Her beloved Henry was killed during a tragic boating incident that brought "Vivian's Heart" down into the depths of the ocean, as well as the holder of the real Vivian's heart.
The grieving widow drank herself numb, unable to even stand up by herself at his funeral. She had to be held up by her stepson, who later committed suicide, leaving his stepmother completely alone with nothing but a disconnected family and a cellar full of wine. She fell further and further into alcoholism and began smoking more and more often. One night, while she was partying hard with a group of friends, too drunk to see straight, she came across a strange battle between winged men. Angels and demons from the 21st century had fallen through a rip in time, and were fighting just before her eyes.
Sneaking around them, she and her four friends looked around, and found the rip. Too drunk to stop their curiosity, they stepped inside, and found themselves in New York City in the year 1996. Vivian stood up straight, her mind clearing up, and took charge. Her beloved friends followed her every move, and while she grew to become something of a modern 20s/21st century girl, her friends fell to death and despair.
After seventeen years, she found herself at this darling academy, where she quickly enrolled in order to harness her newfound powers. After all, loneliness can only get you so far.
Family: Having been transferred so far in time, all her family is mostly dead. She never had kids of her own, so she's pretty much alone.
