Username: Caia CakeRPC Name: Viola....but most people call me Vi
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Type/Race: Half Breed. My mum claims my father was an incubus. I am not quite sure how entirely accurate that claim is, but she at least has the demonic part of it right.
Weapons: I keep a couple of throwing knives on my person at all times.
Magic: A little bit of this, and a little bit of that. I mostly dabble only in fortune telling and a few parlor tricks. Such as blending into the shadows when needed. For an instant that is. But why would one really ever want to use such a thing when they are meant to stand out?
Appearance:Image can be found here.Viola stands about 5'4" with a slender build. She is mostly arms and legs, with a short torso and unusually long fingers. Curvy is not a word you would use to describe her in the least. She appears child like in her physic until closer inspection, which will give hints of a woman's figure. No matter how slight.
With her bright red hair she usually sticks out in crowds a bit, and tends to hold herself with a kind of arrogance found in people that quite haven't figured out what it means to be humble yet.
Her hair hangs in thick, loose curls down to the middle of her back; though they are usually pulled back into a ribbon of some kind. Viola also favors rather form fitting robes and dresses; in vain attempts to actually appear her age.
Biography: What is there to say? She smiles leaning back in her chair, balancing on the back legs in such a way that any small movement could send her tumbling backwards.
If you're looking for a reason behind what I do, you shouldn't look back toward my past. I grew up in a normal home. Mother, Father, the whole package. Vi smiles as she plays with a loose curl, wrapping and unwarpping it around her long slender fingers.
We weren't rich, not by any means. But we were comfortable and always smiling. Father always smiles Her lips twitch slightly, as she remembered.
Even if you could find a reason, you couldn't quite verify I did it you know. This time the twitch at the corner of her lips turn up into a full on tooth grin.
Leaning forward, she rests her elbows on the table, still playing absent-mindly with her dark red curls. Green eyes fixed on your throat.
But if you really must know...death just becomes so many people. They really just look so much between covered in red. The smile melts from her face, as her mouth curves back down into a hard line. Vi's eyes search you up and down, as if looking for any sign of vulnerability. Like a cat waiting to strike.
Yes. some people really do just look better dead.What I am hiding behind my mask is...My fear. I hide behind my bravado, but in reality; what have I really done?
