FAIRFAX, Viola Jean

[gerda]

...Viola Fairfax*
*"Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven"*

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...basics*

name Viola Jean Fairfax
nickname Vi.
age Twenty.
gender Female.
hometown Augusta, Michigan
sexuality Heterosexual.
personification Gerda -- The Snow Queen.
status Dormant.
face claim Kate Parnell.

...appearance*

hair color Brown.
eye color Green.
build Gamine.
height Five feet and five inches.
clothing style Like a flamboyant bird on a five dollar budget?
distinctive traitsNothing really.

...personal*

personality
Viola is kind of a freak... but in a completely harmless way! She is as rounded as any human being can be; experiencing the full range of the ever-changing emotional spectrum. When she is happy, she laughs. When she is angry, she shouts. When she is sad, she cries. Well, in Viola's case, crying isn't strictly categorized under sadness. In fact, her cousins have accurately nicknamed her 'Crybaby Vi-Vi” Not very creative, but admirably to the point. She talks a lot and often not on anything relevant. Luckily, she is charming enough to get away with her awkwardness.

Viola has an openness to her or rather an innocence. However, she is viewed mostly as naïve by others. Her trustworthy nature has gotten her into trouble countless times. Like... following strangers who want to show her “something interesting” and she ends up getting flashed or robbed. Viola brushes it off as “just another day in the big city!” Vi is full of energy and outgoing in her own way. She tends to flake out on a regular basis. So, she is just as likely to party as she is to hole up in her house for two weeks eating nothing but milk and kidney beans, watching reruns of the BBC's Keeping Up Appearances. She has a flair for the dramatic, but more often than not will choke on her own words.

Birdbrained, forgetful, irresponsible – whatever you want to call it, it is Viola! She couldn't get organized to save her life. She gets lost in her own thought and is not as aware of her surrounding as she should be. She keeps her house clean but always it's a cluttered mess. She is hardly on time for anything and will often forget promised engagements. What few friends she has always know when she says one hour, she means two. As hard as she tries, Viola cannot seem to commit to an a-typical schedule

Honesty might be her best and worst quality. She will tell the god's honest truth whether you want to hear it or not. Even if she didn't really want to tell it. She is a terrible liar, but is surprisingly skilled at department store theft. Viola would like to think she is easy-going but in reality she suffers from debilitating stress and anxiety issues. Fear might be her closest friend. She lacks confidence in most areas of her life and will run away when given the chance. What she doesn't yet know is that in her core lies hidden powerful determination and loyalty. She is more courageous than even she can imagine.


past
Viola was born on a rainy afternoon in Augusta, Michigan. It was late September and autumn was well on its way. She had a normal childhood: eating, walking, talking and all that. Months before she was to enter kindergarten her father died suddenly. No warning. Alive with a healthy heart one day and the next... not so much. Vi had few memories of her father but understood the lasting effects it left with her mother. No once after that day has she seen her mother truly happy.

To deal with the burden of raising four children, the family moved to a small town in New York state. Her mother needed to be with her own. There is where Viola spent the majority of her life. She played with boys who liked to throw rocks. She grew flowers in her garden. She sang and danced in elementary school productions. She did not stand out in anyway until high school. High school is when she started to develop her individual fashion preferences... which was often interesting as she would daily experiment with different looks. On Monday she was a goth girl. On Wednesday she was a yuppie princess. On Friday she was a 1960's space moose!

She attended clubs and made friends but no one she would rank as “best”. She got average grades. Scored averagely on tests and was accepted into and average college in New York City. She moved to the city because... that was you were supposed to do, right? After two semesters she suffered a mental breakdown and dropped out. Feeling a great deal of shame for her own weaknesses, Vi maintains the facade that she is a student and happy as a clam for her family's sake.

present
Viola moved to New York City because... that's just what she was told to do. Over and over again. By her mother and siblings and uncles and aunts. She was supposed to go to New York and become a famous beatnik artist... never mind what she wanted. It was never forced but she knew that is what everyone wanted to her. After her epically failed time in college she dropped out and got a job to support herself. She is taking life, one day at a time.

She now spends the majority of her time working in order to feed herself and pay rent. It is much more difficult that it sounds. Viola also is beginning to find an interest in men. She had few crushes in high school and even fewer afterwords. Never dates. Never kissed. Her sex drive is all but dead. Along with her interest for socializing and partying. But for some unknown reason she is starting feel a sense of wonder and adventure like she had never known before.

Recently, she ran into an interesting young woman named Amy Winston. She is less crazy that Viola had expected her to be and is turning out to be a fine enough roommate and possibly a friend.


family
Liliana Fairfax (50 || Mother || Florist)
Heather Fairfax (29 || Sister || Vet Tech)
Casey Fairfax (25 || Brother || Pianist && Freelance Writer)
Lucas Fairfax (23 || Brother || UCLA Student && Pasty Chef)

likes

✣ Karaoke
✣ Speed-walking
✣ Watching “End Times” TV specials
✣ Caring for her plants and herbs
✣ Folding things

dislikes

✣ Cold things(including ice)
✣ Mirrors(so creepy, right?)
✣ Shellfish
✣ Haters
✣ Crossing streets alone

other notes
She hates the wintertime because of all the ugly snow and her father's death was around Christmas. She also loves to grow plants of all kinds!

...literature*

book title The Snow Queen

backstory
Gerda is a happy girl with best friend named Kai. She loves him with all her heart and they grow roses together and play everyday! Kai knows her better than anyone! Winter comes rolling in one day and Kai starts to get very angry. He won't love or play with Gerda anymore! He wants to be a bad boy and do bad things! That is until he disappears of course.

Even though it seems he had drown Gerda doesn't truly believe he is dead! So, she goes on a grand adventure to find her lost love. She meets nasty witch, a bunch of kidnapping robbers, some royalty, a helpful reindeer, and many others! She finds that the evil Snow Queen has kidnapped her best friend and goes to rescue him. She sees her Kai and cries many warm tears to melt the mirror shards with in him. And there is room for love in his heart again. THEENDHAPPILYEVERAFTER!

...roleplayer*

name porkchop(its what my boyfriend calls me! ^__^)
age 21
gender laaaady
rp experience since middle school.
how you found ouac Alice and Panda are friends IRL.
rp sample

Gray colored light poured through Viola's bedroom window, utterly ignoring her drapes. It had been threatening to wake her for over an hour. But why on earth and in heaven would she get up and start her day sooner than she had too? Still, muted light was still light. Viola groaned in helpless defeat, burying her face deep with a feather pillow. Taking one last pause, perhaps rebelling against herself/the morning/life in general, Vi collected her thoughts. She guessed it was about eleven o'clock in the morning and she didn't have to report for duty until five. So, how would she spend her precious time until work? Hell if she knew! But she could sure go for some waffles! Viola lifted herself and swung her legs around the side of the bed – toes searching. Her feet found what they were looking for and tucked into a pair of fuzzy sheep slippers. She had bought them a few months ago at a second hand store. They looked so much like her favored childhood puppet star: Lambchop. How could she resist?

“This is the song that doesn't end...” Viola mumbled to herself as she exited her room on sheep-clad feet. It was quiet, the roommate must have been out. It was a paradox. Vi liked her solitude, but truly hated being alone. Part of her wanted Amy to come home and hang out with her while a another fought to keep her away. Surveying at the apartment, she supposed it would be a great idea to clean. What Fun! First things, first! Breakfast. All good days started with breakfast. She approached the refrigerator with the words, “Yes, it goes on and on my frien....” It quickly trailed off at the significant lack of food before her eyes. Well, damn! Viola knew this game all too well. No matter! Her ancestors were hunter gatherers. She assured herself that with enough ingenuity she could create anything!

“Some people!”, she bellowed, “Starting singing it not knowing what it was!” With a half-eaten can of tuna, some flaccid snow peas, half of an onion, a block of questionable goat cheese, and three eggs. Vi was all revved up to make an omelet. “But they'll continue singing it forever just because...” Viola continued to sing the song repeatedly as sort of chant to fuel her good mood. A rather shocking good mood considering how much she didn't want to wake up moments ago. Something changed from her bedroom to the kitchen. Maybe the living room? Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick The burner flashed on and began to heat with cast iron skillet rested atop its head. After a little wait, Vi was ready to cook. She poured the egg mixture and watched it sizzle.

Once again she found herself at the beginning of the song with no ending, “This is the song that d-” but cut off by a sharp knock on the door. Her entire body, from ankles to forehead, froze. Seconds of panic followed, and her mind raced, Who is it?What do they want? Why are they here!? Ohmahgawd! Ohmahgawd! WHADDU I DO!? But like always, it passed. Such fear was usually temporary. No. No. Viola was an average female, and average females answered doors when they were knocked upon. “Deep breath,” she commanded and did as she was told. Quickly, with one foot in front of the other she stepped toward the front door. Once everything was unlocked she put on her oh-wow-great-to-see-you face and opened to see a man in her hallway.

He was relatively attractive and she recognized his face... but not really. Viola knew she didn't know him, but he very much resembled someone. Burt Reynolds! Well, Bizarro Burt Reynolds, if he dressed like a cable salesman and was seventeen-years-old boy. Bizarro Burt began a well rehearsed monologue the instant the door opened. He was all waving hands and smiles. It was hard not to listen. “AND! For only $29.99 you can have both our super bundle and our monthly deductible special! You see what a gr – oops...” His animated face turned from the jolly Buddha to something akin to burn victim. He turned away with a look that was a mixture of realization and embarrassment. What was his deal?

“What's your deal? You okay?” Viola asked quite concerned for the young man. He was the nervous, sweaty type she realized and really wanted him to calm down. He squirmed for the answer, horrified that Viola didn't understand. “Your-Your...” he trailed off. “My?”she pressed until he broke with, “Your c-c-clothes!” Clothes? What the – Oh God! Her clothes! Or rather lack-there-of. She had answered the door in a tiny pair of red panties and very very see through white v-neck that rode of her belly. The expression she had been so concerned about was now mimicked on her own face. There was a painful and awkward paused where neither of them knew what to say or how to walk away.

“Do... you wanna hear the deals for next month?” Bizarro Burt – his youthful mustache bobbing as he spoke. Without a seconds hesitation Viola shouted a curt, “NO!” and slammed the door behind her. She put her back against the door and slide down onto her butt. Her face was as red as a ripe tomato and she was sure she was about to cry. She could feel hot tears sting her eyes. Why could she realize something as simple as pants!? Or maybe a bra!? It was pure agony. She was ready to cry. Viola really was such a scatterbrain. She had to gather to herself unless she wanted to have a panic attack. She wasn't sure she had ever been so embarrassed. How would she endure it?

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Damn. I burned the eggs.”

This is the song that doesn't end,
Yes, it goes on and on my friend,
Some people started singing it not knowing what it was
But they'll continue singing it forever just because...

[MOLLY]

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