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 Violetta Thane, 19/Female/Werewolf
Violetta Thane
 Posted: Jul 20 2015, 10:32 PM
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Britt
19 years old
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Baton Rouge, LA
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Violetta Rae Thane
Violetta R. Thane
19
February 3
Student
Werewolf
Baton Rouge
Samantha Barks
Violetta Rae Thane was born to one Viktor Thane and Rosa DeAlgo. The two people could not have come from less similar backgrounds. Rosa was from a poor family in Baton Rouge, who felt successful in her “listen to people complain about bullshit” customer service job for a new office that had opened in her town. She was a nobody who answered phones. Viktor Thane was a rich werewolf of an elite family back in New York. He was the eldest son of the eldest son, and therefore would be the heir of company. The Baton Rouge branch was supposed to be his starting out branch to see what he could do with a company, and he did everything wrong the moment he accidently run into Rosa. In a rush of events Rosa and Viktor began dating and becoming engaged to Rosa, Viktor’s father threatened that all fun and games were over and that if he continued to engage in relations with someone so below them in class and race that Viktor would be disowned. Uncaring and knowing for the first time what love felt like, he married Rosa and a year later Violetta was born.

Life wouldn’t be easy for the small family. Viktor had been disowned and fired, and Rosa had long since been fired from the company. Viktor found a small following of friends, and the family managed much less than Viktor was used to. It was two years later, at Christmas time, that Viktor and Rosa were supposed to go to a friend’s party. The two year old Vie had a fever of over one hundred and Rosa told Viktor that she would take Vie to the hospital and meet up with Viktor if she could. Hours later, a hospital visit down, and medication in tow Rosa was on her way back to their home when a drunk driver drove through a red light and crashed directly into the drive side door of Rosa’s car. Rosa was dead upon impact, but somehow Violetta survived. Viktor, overcome with grief, left his daughter in the hands on Rosa’s mother and, with no ties to that life, was welcomed back into his father’s arms so long as Viktor agreed to never have any communication with Violetta again. Viktor agreed.

Violetta grew up with her maternal grandmother. Things were less than ideal. The home was in the roughest part of Baton Rouge, the parts of town where even the police avoided most of the time. Violetta’s grandmother was a stern older woman, who had to take on an extra job just to be able to afford to take care of the young girl. Grief stricken over her own daughter and bitter over Viktor’s absence, Violetta’s grandmother was much more strict than caring. Vie grew up without knowing hugs or words of affection. Once Vie was old enough to be left alone, Vie’s grandmother began to take longer shifts and Vie was left on her own more than any child should be.

Given the nature of the town Vie grew up in, she rather quickly ran with the wrong crowd. A young girl just seeking acceptance, she went with those who seemed to accept her. Things seemed simple enough for the twelve year old. The few friends she had were good at pick pocketing, and Vie was a good look out. The three of them turned into five, and when Vie was thirteen she found she was naturally gifted at lock picking. Not only was it easy for her, it began to give her a bit of a thrill. The leader of their little gang, Levi, noticed the potential in her and quickly began to use her skills to break into houses, claiming the insecure thirteen year old as his “girlfriend” and offering terms of endearment to win her into breaking into whatever house he needed her to. Of course, most of the time it wasn’t hard when they told her it belonged to some rich scum, the hate for her father had branched into all wealthy rich people.

In the neighborhood there were two main gangs, each pushing drugs and violence was at a high. The gang Vie was in had gone unnoticed for years, and because of it members of their group were running drugs for both. Not Vie personally, but a lot of the others. Vie stuck to their normal break ins. Things began to get tense, and one of the leaders, Derrik, told Levi he needed to control his guys and they could only sell for Derrik. Levi said he’d look into it, but decided it wasn’t worth his time. It was a mistake he wouldn’t forget, and one Vie had to witness first hand. Levi’s best friend was going to meet up with Vie at her house about a week later, and Vie had just opened the door when she saw the bullets go through him. The image seared in her head, and the group was fairly shaken realizing they were growing too much to not pick a side to join. Levi met once again with Derrik to let him know they would only be pushing his stuff. In the discussion Levi announced they would need protection, and Derrik said he would need payment. Levi would have to give up someone he cared for from his own group, and then they would talk about protection. Derrik asked for Vie, being the one who should be closest to Levi seeing as how she was Levi’s girlfriend; plus a couple of Derrik’s guys had noticed the pretty young fifteen year old. Levi agreed, and set Vie up for a fake break in. When Vie got to the location it was a an abandoned house, and instead of seeing people she knew she ran into three of Derrik’s men. The fifteen year old was quick on her feet, but knew she was no match against guns. Somehow it seemed her guardian angel wasn’t done looking out for her. In their cockiness Vie managed to get one of them to misfire and hit another, before taking his gun and killing the other two in self-preservation. Scared, alone, and in shock at what she had just done Vie left, smart enough to raid the cash from the three teens’ pockets and hit the road as far as she could go.

The first full moon on her own had been the most terrifying experience for Vie. She found that she wasn’t herself at all, and had no way of explaining it. Well, she did, just not one that made sense. Werewolf was a foreign word on her tongue, and yet there was nothing better to explain it. Angry, scared, confused, and struggling she continued on just trying to survive. Eventually her route took her to New Orleans, where she ran into a struggle with some guys behind a bar. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to scrapple, and while it wasn’t her favorite thing in the world she had to survive. In the end someone came out from the bar and helped her, and then offered her a hand. Vie, ever untrusting, expecting a knife in her back and instead punched him. Somehow or another he talked her into staying with him, and although suspicious she allowed it to happen. She couldn’t lie, the ability to sleep on a bed, shower, and the food was nice. She’d become too thin before, clothes hanging off, and after a while she began to feel more like a human again. To top it off the guy, Zane, was a witch and had been helping her process all the supernatural stuff going on in her life.

Zane became like a big brother for her for a while. He pushed her to go to school, something she had a lot of anxiety over. It wasn’t that she didn’t like school, she loved learning. She constantly had her nose in a book and back before she’d been on the run she’d skipped school because the teachers couldn’t teach her anything. These schools seemed to know their stuff a little better, but Vie couldn’t handle the stress of being in school. She’d gone a year without being around people and conversing, and while Zane she could talk to that much of a social setting scared her. Besides, her bones began to itch with the want to break into houses. She would claim it wasn’t a problem, but she had the urge to break into houses more than she could count. Did so, and stores. She didn’t really steal, it was just the urge to do so. Eventually she began to mellow out, and get better control of her new emotions. She attended school, sometimes, and her social skills began to improve. Eventually, though, time would pass and things would change for her.

In came an unknown cousin, Asher Thane. Her father had sent him to find her, somehow he had found out that she had triggered her curse and she was useful. She would later find out she was his one and only child, and would forever be. Viktor had married a woman, Viviane, who they discovered was incapable of carrying a child. Viviane knew that if she could not produce a male heir she would easily be divorced, and so came to the news proclaiming how wonderful Viktor was for understanding, effectively keeping his hands tied. Asher was sent by Viktor to convince Vie to come to New York and see the family. Zane tried to discourage her, and despite the anger and resent Vie had for her father she caved. She was still the little girl who craved her father’s attention, and at the very least needed to know why she hadn’t been good enough as a child.

Life with her father was a different kind of life entirely. She was swept up in politics she hadn’t wanted to know existed, and she learned how to hide her emotions well. She rarely saw her father, but she spent more time with her step-mother than she would ever want to. The woman hated Violetta, and as the verbal abuse turned into threats and death attempts Vie had to stop talking to Zane all together. She couldn’t lie to him, but she couldn’t tell him what was going on. She regretted it, but it was better for him. Eventually things between her step-mother got tight, and one night the woman tried to stab Vie in her sleep. Vie, thankfully still a light sleeper, was quick on her feet and managed to avoid any fatal blows. That’s not to say she didn’t manage to get cut deep, end up wish gashes along the side of her stomach that would scar from the attacks.

If there was a positive that came from staying with her father, it was that Vie convinced them to let her take the GED. Her father’s money allowed her to take it early, and once she had that she enrolled in college a year early. Her passion was literature, but her father wouldn’t fund her for that. Her grandfather, as if finally seeing a potentially, suggested she become a law student. She found a medium for herself and her father, double majoring in pre-law and literature. She finished her first year with no problems, but found herself missing her best friend. Signing up for all internet classes for the next semester she risked what state he would be in when he saw her after a year of silence. She found him, finding that he’d moved back to New Orleans, and went to see him. To say he was less than thrilled would be an understatement, but just as before she wormed her way back into his life and him into hers. He tried to make her leave, with everything going on, but having made that mistake once she got stubborn. Where he goes she goes, and for now that meant staying in the war.

See Asher Thane for RP Sample

Britt . Banana Boat

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Abigail Horwits
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