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Full Given Name: Viktoria Anya Gunnar
Nickname(s): Vik Vikki Tori
Birthday: October 30, 1980
Birthplace: Oslo, Norway
Age: 26
Nationality: Scandinavian
Religion: State Church (Protestant)
Ethnic Origin / Heritage: Romanoar
Height:5'2"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Hair: Black, down past her shoulders
Eye Colour: Blue with gold flecks
Job / Career: Theatre Arts Teacher at High School level
Likes: Quiet, Peaceful places, Shiny objects, jewelry, fancy clothes, acting, being onstage, working with teenagers, Norse mythology, birds, cats, and ferrets
Dislikes: Loud, obnoxious people. People who are fake. Stubborn people, bright sunlight, meat, dead people, horror movies. Hates bugs, especially scorpians, although she's never really seen one.

Education:
1985-1993~Oslo City Elementary
1993-1997~ Molladammen School in Oslo
1997-2001~ University of Oslo, Norway (Major in Theatre Arts Education, Minor in Musical Theatre)

Physical appearance: Viktoria has shoulder length glossy, often oily, black hair. Her eyes pop because of the difference in color. She is very scrawny, and almost gaunt, but not in an unpretty sort of way. The only thing about her that isn't small is her bust. In fact, they stick out almost as much as her nose does. Her nose is also not hard to miss. Vik has very pale, almost transluscent skin and two beauty marks on each side of her face, right in front of each ear. They're not obtrusive, but not easily missed by the common eye. She has a very long and slender neck and sleek shoulders. Her legs aren't long, in fact, Vik herself is quite short. She usually wears black pants with a grey, black, or white top. Very seldom does Viktoria wear bright colors. She refuses to.

Personality: Viktoria is very passionate. She loves theatre, teaching it, and children. She hates trouble-makers and those who try to suck up. Viktoria loves being on stage more than anything, and most of the time sees life as though it were a Broadway musical, in which she is a star. She has a bit of an obsession with her acting. Otherwise, Viktoria can be sweet and caring. Just don't mess with what she loves, and definitely don't talk about her breasts. Vik can be a viscious man-hater.

Habits: Although Viktoria use to have a lovely singing voice, years of smoking cigarettes has left her voice a bit scratchy. She still enjoys singing, although it can hurt other people's ears. She tends to write songs about what happens in her life and what goes wrong. She sees her life as a play. She also has a nasty habit of avoid colorful objects, but clinging to shiny metal, especially sterling silver and white gold, which she hoards in a large jewelry box and tries on several times a day.

Special Talents: Vik is an achieved song writer, playwright, director, actor and singer. In her younger days, she was much more talented, but with years of wear and tear, she has become repetitive and weary. She also enjoys poetry and drawing when she's not writing or directing.

Life In Summary:
Viktoria Anya Gunnar was born to Aina Alera and Odin Simon Gunnar on October 30, 1980. She was born with very pale skin, bright blue eyes, and dark, raven black hair. She took after her mother, who had black hair, unlike her father, who had blonde.

Viktoria was an only child. She spent much of her childhood playing with dolls and stuffed animals, making them talk with each other, perform small plays, and having domestic arguments back and forth. She attended a small Protestant school in Oslo, where she grew into a small scrawny, pale, drawn girl. She didn't have many friends, minus an imaginary friend, Arney, who follwed her everywhere. When her parents found out about this, they thought she may be a bit touched in the head. Upon bringing her to the doctor, they found that she was just lonely, had the signs of an over -active imagination, and adolescent depression.

There was something odd about Viktoria that developed in her childhood. When she began 7th grade, her normal routine of wearing normal clothes changed. She completely stopped wearing color. She refused to wear bright colors because she said that whenever she wore them, she felt like everyone was staring at her and she'd have a panic attack. So it went with the rest of Vik's middle school career.

When Viktoria arrived at high school, she did what most teenage girls do. Rebel. She found a group of people who dressed as she did, and figuring it was where she belonged, she began to dress like them and hang out with them. This was Vik's "Gothic" stage. She spend her weekends partying, stealing jewelry from department stores, and smoking cigarettes every once in awhile. Her schooling was normal. She made adequate grades, and began to take Theatre upon a request from her therapist. Maybe it would make her more sociable.

From her first performance, Vik knew she would enjoy theatre. From that day forward, all her time was consumed in writing plays, helping direct them, painting scenery, learning staging, taking vocal lessons, and even making costumes. She realized what she wanted to do with the rest of her life: Theatre. It would soon occur to her that she would not be suitable for a major in theatre.

The years of smoking at left Viktoria's beautiful voice scarred and broken. The years of depression had worn on her, leaving physical and mental scarring. Then she would enter college. She decided that the closest thing she could do with her life was to TEACH theatre. She really didn't mind kids, especially teenagers, and in fact, got along with them pretty well. Except the ones who had made fun of her....

Viktoria was a very strong student in college, minus her classes in math. Math had never been her strong point. She still managed through, enjoying every minute of every theatre class she had. She managed well until her Junior year of college. That's when she met Jon. Jon Cain had moved to Norway from London, an exchange student at University of Oslo. He was everything Vik had ever dreamed of. He was strong, handsome, and oddly possessive.

Relationship with Vik had been weak and nearly nonexistant. Until Jon. She immediately fell in love with him. She followed him to classes, knew his schedule, his favorite foods, his favorite songs. She finally had the gumption to speak with him one afternoon when they were both standing in front of the theatre building. He had asked her for a light to his cigarette. She had abliged, blushing feverishly. He asked her name. She gave it, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. He asked what she was doing that night. She said, "Nothing." And that's how the relationship started.

As with any normal relationship, the first two weeks were perfect. They went out, he bought alcohol, they got back to his apartment. They had sex, Vik lost her virginity to him. She thought that she would spend the rest of her life with Jon. Then Jon started doing drugs. First it was just pot every once in awhile. Then it was cocaine. Then heroine, and every time, he'd offer it to her. She always said "No," never wanting to try the stuff. And every time he got more and more violent.

By the third month they were dating, Viktoria now had to go to class covered in bruises and scratches, sometime covering cut from where Jon had smashed beer bottles over her back. People asked about it, and Viktoria just told them that she had had an accident. Finally, one of her teachers, who was concerned with what was going on, Vik's constant tardiness, and failing health, called Vik's parents. They immediately came to the school to find out what was wrong.

They arrived late in the afternoon, by that time, Vik had already been picked up by Jon after work. They were at his apartment. Vik's parents waited patiently at her dorm. When Vik arrived home, it was 4 in the morning. Her lip was busted, and she was cradling a swollen and broken looking arm. She was limping on one leg. She looked up, seeing her parents and gasped.

They asked what was wrong, and Viktoria started to cry. She had never meant for things to get that bad. She sobbed and fell into her mother's lap. She cried until she began to choke. Her parents took her to the nearest hospital.

A year later~
Viktoria was almost ready to graduate. Since she had gotten rid of Jon, her health, grades, and mentality had improved. Her parents pressed charges and demanded that Jon be sent to jail for abuse and drug use. He would be in jail for 5 years max, with a 3 year sentence if he was on his best behavior.

Vik still had nightmares. She still saw his wicked brown eyes gleaming at her and his teeth in that sadistic smile in her head. She hated him with every ebb of her being. But if he was good, he'd be out in two years. He had sworn revenge on Viktoria and her parents. Viktoria lived in fear of that day.

~Four years later~
Viktoria had graduated and was teaching at a small school in Oslo. Her salary had been good, she had moved into a fairly spacious apartment, and all seemed to be going as planned. She had all but forgotten about Jon and all that she had gone through. She was dating another guy now. Ivyan Havok. He was her age, and clean cut. He was sophisticated and sweet. They had bought the apartment together and were planning to be married in a year or so.

It was a cool January afternoon, and Viktoria was driving home from her day at work. Ivyan should already be home, it was his night to cook supper. She smiled and hummed to the heavy metal music playing on the radio. Some things you never grew out of. When she arrived at the apartment, she took her breifcase and her pocket book out and went to unlock the door. It was already unlocked. She opened it and called for Ivyan. No answer. She called again, maybe he was in the shower. She sighed in relief when she heard the shower running.

"I was worried. I didn't know where you were." She said to him, cracking the door. Ivyan still liked his privacy, so she gave it to him. When he didn't answer for several minutes, she opened the door, thinking maybe the shower had been too loud. What she saw made her scream. The shower WAS on, and Ivyan was in it, but he was not standing. Instead, he lay in the tub with the water beating on his unmoving body. His blue eyes stared at her blankly, his mouth gaped open as if gasping for air. The thick cable left around his neck made him look like a holiday turkey, as if he had been tied to be butchered. His face was bloated and lifeless.

"IVYAN! IVYAN, MY LOVE! NO! OH, NO, Dear God... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Viktoria ran to him, crying, eccentrically touching his face, not knowing what had happened, trying to find some bit of life left in him. She finally realized he was not coming back... She knew who had done it. Val turned off the shower and closed the door. She immediately packed her belongings and headed to her parents' house. She slammed her fist against the door.

Aina answered the door, putting her hand to her chest. "Viktoria, darling, what is it? You look as if you've seen a ghost." As if it had been years and years ago, Vik collapsed on her mother's chest, sobbing. Through her sobs, she managed, "Iv-v-vyan... is.... d-d-d-dead...." She straightened up a bit and looked at her mother with terror in her eyes. "Jon... is... back..."

Her mother gasped in horror and held Val close. "Don't worry a bit. We'll get you out of here. We'll move you somewhere else. ODIN! ODIN! GET IN HERE NOW!" Her father came running into the room, and upon seeing Vik, he knew exactly what was going on. She began sobbing in Aina's arms again. Aina explained what had happened. Odin rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"That won't do... that won't do at all..." Odin walked into the kitchen to call the police.

(Cont'd on how she gets to the island.)

Posessions Taken to the island:
A large bottle of Anti-depressants
Several packs of Cigarettes (Marlboro Lights)
A large jewelry box
Innumerable amounts of jewelry in the box
6 pairs of black pants
2 grey shirts
1 white shirt
7 black shirts
1 pair of black combat boots
3 pairs of black dress shoes
1 pair black flip-flops
1 journal of lined paper
1 journal with staffs for drawing out scores
1 black hoodie
A picture of her mother and father
1 small knife
A hair brush, and other assorted personal items.

~Just Another Job: How Viktoria got on the Island~

((I hope it's okay to use Dr. Moreau in here, if it's not, I can DEFINITELY change it.... sorry, just a disclaimer because I didn't know...))


2006~
After Ivyan's murder, Viktoria felt her life was shattered. After being suspected for Ivyan's murder, Viktoria was sent to court to testify what she saw. There was not evidence that Jon Cain had murdered Ivyan Havok, nor was there any evidence to convict Viktoria of the murder. The case was left open. Only Viktoria and her family knew who the real killer was.

Viktoria's parents had found her a new place to live, and a new set of surroundings. She now resided in the lower part of Denmark. It was comfy, but a small rural town. Vik had had trouble finding a job. No one in this small of a town needed a Theatre Arts teacher. She had been working at a locally owned bakery, helping serve and bake bread. She hated it, every single minute of it.

One day, as she arrived back home, she checked her mail. Inside the mailbox was a small, unaddressed envelope, with only the name Viktoria Gunnar on the front. For a moment her heart skipped a beat. Had Jon Cain found her after all these years? She gasped and her face became hot. "Don't freak out," she told herself, "Maybe it's not him after all."

She took the mail into the house and opened the envelope. Inside was an ornamentally decorated piece of paper.

"Miss Gunnar,

We have heard of your budding talents in the field of Theatre Arts Education. You have been invited to work at our new school, where we hope you will share the passion of teaching drama with our students. You will be paid a fair amount of $200 a week as well as a vacation and all benefits. Because the school is opening so suddenly, and we have been unable to fill the position, we need you to leave as soon as possible. Your parents have been informed of what is going on, and will be given your address.

Inside the envelope you will find a ticket for the next flight to our facilities. Please be punctual, as our pilot doesn't make many trips to that part of the world. We know you will accept our invitation, and hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely,
Headmaster N. Moreau"

That's odd, Vik thought to herself. There's no school name on here. No information on what grades I will teach, how adequate their facilities are. But they're offering me so much money... SOOOO much money. I could use that money right now. Val looked in the envelope, finding a ticket with an unmarked Destination. But the numbers seemed to be correct. She had two days to pack and leave.

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Upon arriving to the airport, Viktoria went to the front desk to ask about her flight. She had only been on a plane twice, so she still needed a bit of help now and then.

The lady at the desk said that the flight would be private, and that a helicopter had been sent to pick her up. She took her things and sat and waited. She had a good half an hour before she was expected to board. She fiddled with a large onyx ring on her left hand. Was this right? She wondered. She looked up and spotted a helicopter landing. This must be it. She took her things with her and walked toward the loading deck. An attendant took her ticket, ripped it, and pointed towards a long hallway.

Vik kept walking until she found a door. It led out to the airstrip, right to the helicopter. An odd looking man was sitting there, staring at her. "You're late," he gruffed and took her things. She sat in the seat next to him and waited. The helicopter started and they were off. Vik sat in silence the whole ride. They came to an island. It seemed vast and forested, minus a large building. "Is this... is this where we're suppose to be?" Viktoria asked the pilot, who ignored her.

She began to wonder, but sat in silence. Eventually the helicopter landed. She looked at the pilot, who took her things. "Where do I go?" She asked.
He pointed towards a door. She nodded and gave a quick "Thanks," then headed on. This didn't look much like a school, she thought as she passed through a hallway. There was a man at the end.

Vik sighed in relief. "You must be Headmaster Moreau. I'm Miss Gunnar. I believe you are expecting me." Something definitely didn't seem right. The man was wearing a labcoat. Headmasters didn't wear labcoats.

"Welcome Miss Gunnar. I am Dr. Moreau." The man said, taking a step forward.

"Doctor...?" Vik whispered to herself. "Doctor... Moreau?" She said a little louder. She definitely was not at a school. She panicked, looking left and right, and starting for the door. Before she got three feet away, people had grabbed her and held her as she struggled.

"What am I doing here?!" She screamed, tears streaking down her face. She didn't know what was going on, but she didn't like it.

"Your friend, a Mr. Cain, has arranged for you to seek treatment here at our facilities... He says that you would be most pleased to help." Val screamed at the mention of the name. After all these years, and she still hadn't gotten away from him. Now she had no clue what she had gotten herself into, and no clue what would happen next. Before she could do anything else, something was put over her mouth and everything went black.

~Art~

Black and White Concept Drawings~
0% By Sola
0% By ChaosKirin

Color Drawings:
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~Special Thanks~

((Another Just in Case))

Thanks Tangled, for donating!

Now my thread is open for comments and criticisms... be gentle... sweatdrop

First of all, I would like to say that as a native Swede its always fun to see people that wants to play Scandinavians 3nodding (Overall I think the island needs more people from countries that doesn't have English as their first language)

Secondly I'll be happy to look through your character to see if there's anything that needs to be changed to fit Norwegian/Scandinavian culture (I'm guessing you're not native to Norway?) I haven't read it all through, but there's one thing I've found that might not fit an norwegian is the name. I'm not an expert on Norwegian names but... the character's name sounds very... English. Its called "Valkyria" in Swedish (and I'm fairly sure its spelled the same in Norwegian since those languages are closely related) I've also unsure whatever or not Valkyria/valkyrie is an acceptable name for a child in norway sweatdrop I've never heard of anyone with that name... Perhaps that could be her nickname unless you've found some source that Valkyria is indeed an acceptable name?

Another thing I would suggest is that you should try to find an English-Norwegian dictionary if you ever want to enhance your roleplay with Norwegian words/simple norwegian sentences.

I hope you find this helpful... sweatdrop