HIGHBORN, vivaenne targaryen

[attr="class","bioheader"]personality.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]"Be as the moon. Ever changing form, putting on it's mask and removing it as many times as it takes." [break][break]

Vivaenne’s personality is like a sledgehammer. It clashes without prejudice; bullheaded and abrasive. She's an emotional whirlwind at times when she gets riled up, and her mind set on doing something. Easy to challenge, even simpler to disappoint--a challenging friend to make to say the least. Despite this, Vivaenne usually runs with a cool demeanor, ever the cynic with a dry ice sense of humor, until provoked to behave otherwise. [break][break]

Vivi holds a compassion for doing right by those that cannot help themselves, yet ridicules them for their weakness all the same. One must strive to grasp what they desire with their own hands, in the young woman's eyes, or they aren't deserving of it. Vivi shows respect to those that manage to impress her, or have avoided prodding her volatile nature. She despises abiding rules set by others, yet doesn't strive to break them without real purpose behind her. [break][break]

Sneaky, roundabout snakes with silver tongues earn no points in her book, her approaches clear and direct; arguments about a flexible as a sword when she wants them to be.[break][break]

[attr="class","bioheader"]history.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]"I should be stronger for all these years, yet my ignorance continues to prevail more than ever. Do you not agree?" [break][break]

Vivaenne was born in the years after Firaxes had left them in it's despair. Her year wasn't highlighted--nor was her birth. The third child, the second daughter--the youngest to be born of Alysanne Targaryen. She was born she was born silent into the world; thought to be dead by her wet nurse until she came through whole. Not until she was hungry, and the world was forced to listen to her screaming to be fed. [break][break]

Her childhood was... simple, for lack of better words, as someone born in her shoes. The third born, the youngest, a female. It was almost easy enough to go unnoticed, uncalled for and left as an afterthought. Young and bold--her outgoing qualities of youthful innocence were quickly beaten out of her with the name Targaryen tacked after her first name. Anything left of it had evaporated when she'd come of age. A life changing time for a girl, lined up for marriage for the good of the family. A sentiment that she didn't disagree with, nor did she welcome it with her arms wide open. Growing up into herself wasn't easy with these expectations. Constant meetings, expectations placed upon her for the some day that she'd be given away to wed. [break][break]

Her older years led her to taking up several studies. Certain things that a woman was simply expected to know in their station, among other things. History, reading, writing, socializing within the court, being a mother. Simple things like dancing, setting hair and talking in circles. Walking around rooms and gardens, looking pretty and sharpening thorns. Vivi excelled in the art of singing--becoming a songstress if only to the halls of her families home and the gardens. The occasional listener when called upon to act the part of an entertainer. It was the way she became noticed, no blade in hand or firstborn title tacked on to her name. Vivi strove to excel in the finer arts of class, and so she did. How she'd make a pretty wife, they'd say. Not that they were wrong--she would. If Vivaenne would only fix her temperament. Possibly smile a little more--be more of a flower, rather than a scowling depiction of an angry bird. [break][break]

Vivaenne wasn't always prickly, even after the responsibility of adulthood was set on her shoulders. It came much later, in the late nights turning in bed. When her feet would get cold, her back would tingle, and the mind would roam under the pretense of dreaming. Rapid, changing, fluid--unsettling images. Things that didn't make sense most of the time, until she'd come across it or heard. It was random, uncontrollable and irritating. Nights were spent awake, evading sleep for as long as possible, if only to push away the possibility that one of those dreams would come knocking on her mind. Many called Vivaenne addled in the head when she'd started becoming confused by these events--said that maybe she'd been born defective after all. That was when her lips began to tighten, arms would cross across her front and then the walls would go up. People wouldn't be afforded much of a first chance with her anymore. Friends were far and few between, and family--family was... family. Neutral ground, that she didn't know what to do with. Her whatever didn't afford her the luxury of going to them, because then that'd be admitting she was crazy. [break][break]

So she bottled it up and tried to move on past it. Settle into a normal that would kill the cruel whispers into a thing of the past.

[attr="class","bioheader"]inventory.

[attr="class,"bioentry"]DRAGON DREAMS- Something or another gives Vivi the ability of greensight; to dream and have visions of things that had been, were, and what would be. Confusing flashes that never truly make sense to her, images that seemed to have too much color or not enough focus. Pieces of a puzzle that come and go, changing from one to another and leaving her feeling tired.

[attr="class","bioline"]18

[attr="class","bioline"]female

[attr="class","bioline"]bisexual

[attr="class","bioline"]5'3

[attr="class","bioline"]105 LBS

[attr="class","bioline"]HIGHBORN

[attr="class","bioline"]NieR:Automata, A2

[attr="class","bioline"]monkey

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