Cantor, Vivian

[Vivian Cantor]

“^{what is your name?}
VIVIAN CANTOR
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“^{who are you, really?}

YOUR NAME -- Vivian
OTHER CHARACTERS -- None
CONTACT INFO – Just PM me

“^{tell me about yourself.}

[/sup][/center] FULL NAME – Vivian Anastasiya Cantor
NICKNAMES -- Vivi, Viv, Vi
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 21; March 6, 1987
GENDER -- Female
AFFILIATION -- Bad
ABILITY -- Iniuriakinesis
ABILITY LIMITS -- Vivian’s power is simple, she can inflict an injury onto herself and transfer that injury to another person she sees and is concentrating on. The power also acts like a sort of healing power, but only when she is in the process of transferring the injury. Only if she inflicts an injury on herself can she use her powers, if someone stabs her, she cannot transfer the injury. But if she is looking at someone and stabs herself in the side, the blade will not harm her, but will harm the other person. The drawbacks to her power is that she still feels the pain and can sometimes pass out from the overload, she can only concentrate on one person at a time, and maintain full concentration on the target before and just after injuring herself.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- Bisexual
NATIONALITY -- Russian
RELIGION -- Atheist
BIRTHPLACE -- Leningrad (St. Petersburg), Soviet Union (Russia)
HOMETOWN -- Leningrad (St. Petersburg), Soviet Union (Russia)
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- No true permanent home, but stays mainly in the New York area

“^{what do you look like?}

[/sup][/center] HAIR -- Dusky Brunette
EYES -- Blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT -- 5’5”, 112lbs
BODY TYPE -- Skinny
OVERALL HEALTH -- Physically weak, mentally unstable
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- Nothing

PLAY BY – Zooey Deschanel

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DISLIKES --

WORST FEAR -- Vivian doesn’t fear dying, if she did she wouldn’t go out and actively hunt down other’s who use powers. But what she does fear is being stopped; she doesn’t reason out why does what she does, she doesn’t even think there is a reason. She fears being questioned about it and being forced to face what does.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Unbeknownst to even Vivian herself, she does want to be stopped, she does want to be held accountable for the people she has killed. She actively regrets what she has done to people.
GREATEST AMBITION -- In a perfect world, Vivian would have a normal life. She would throw everything away and begin anew, somewhere far away and secluded.
DEFINING QUALITY -- One would think that a person who actively hunts down and kills others would have more self-confidence then most people. But in reality, Vivian finds I hard to talk to people. She can never look a person in the eyes when she speaks to them, whether it is a random person on the street, a waiter at a restraint, pretty much anyone. She finds it hard to have a conversation with a person, usually mumbling her way through one. She’s quite the antithesis of a killer.
IDIOSYNCRASIES – The thing about Vivian is that when she’s not out hunting for heroes to kill she is a normal person, tries to get a job, lives in a apartment sometimes. Though she rarely pays taxes or bills since she lives off the grid. She never shows her abilities off unless she is actually trying to kill someone and she doesn’t have the attitude of a killer. She’s just another normal person on the streets.
She is also an avid reader of books, she prefers books to people. Why? Because books don’t talk back. As simple as that really. She doesn’t like the unpredictable nature of people. Some would argue that books can be unpredictable but she would counter that by saying that everything’s already written out in a book, that there’s no changing what’s in the book.
Though she has the uncanny ability to quickly adapt to a situation, such as if an assassination attempt went wrong; Vivian doesn’t like change, not at all. Change means something went wrong and Vivian does not like when things go wrong. She plans out all assassination attempts, crosses every ‘t’ and dotting every ‘I’. She’s a stickler for a plan and will stick to one when she comes up with one or when given one. She has rarely gone against plans.

PERSONALITY

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[/sup][/center] FAMILY

[/color][/b] -- Natasha Tsarev Cantor
FATHER -- Andrey Mikhail Cantor (deceased)
SIBLINGS -- Alena Nadyenka Cantor (deceased)
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES – Distant relative of Vyacheslav Molotov
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY -- Born just before the dissolution of the Soviet Union, Vivian Anastasiya Cantor was the second child to the young couple of Natasha and Andrey Cantor. She was raised as any normal child could be in the Soviet Union at the time of the fracturing of the republics of the Union. Just before the dissolution, the KGB, the Committee for State Security, came into her home, charging her father with the crime of selling government secrets to the United States. With no hope of proving himself innocent, he gave up. Though it wouldn’t be known to her, Vivian’s father was actually guilty and was soon executed after being caught.
Vivian discovered her powers at a young age and at the expense of her sister’s life. She was ten, her sister twelve. Vivian was a bit of a vicious child, getting into fights at school, expressing herself with bursts of emotions. The day it happened, Vivian was mad at her sister, but unable to harm her sister with violence for fear of enacting the wrath of her mother, Vivian cut herself on the wrist, all the time hoping she was doing it to her sister. Thus her powers appeared, her sister died a few minutes later from blood loss.
Her mother didn’t blame her, since she assumed that Vivian was just mentally disturbed. She tried her best to teach the girl to control her emotions, the teachings involved a bit of physical beatings but she ultimately proved that it worked. Vivian became the woman that she is today. She left her mother’s house at the age of eighteen just to get away from her. Her first act of terrorism was during a political rally for a well known Russian diplomat who wanted to become Prime Minister. One moment she was just standing there, observing the man speaking, the next she split her wrists with her thumb nails, transferring the injury to the diplomat. The diplomat died on the stage.
After a few more assassinations just to do it, Vivian came to the attention of the FSB, the committee that came into being to take the place of the KGB. Pretty much it was the KGB with a fancy new name. She avoided their attempt at killing her and fled quickly. During this, a young man named Marious had been observing her. When she needed to escape, he offered his help to her. She agreed, though she had already started to plot to kill him when he showed her his powers.
Marious and Vivian fled to Croatia; the former Yugoslavian republic was the perfect place to escape from the FSB. During this time a man named Baldo Tsarevich offered his services to help them get to where they were going. Vivian and Marious agreed quickly. Within a few days, Baldo was able to get them to Spain and then a quick flight to America. Once there, Vivian was ready to start her brand of anarchy there, by killing politician and any people with powers she runs into.
SAMPLE RP

Charlotte glanced over at Jace, he was but a simple outline against the dark lake water and even darker shoreline. Charlotte wasn't one to really be afraid of the dark, though she wasn't all that keen to swim back to shore with the water so dark, she would always imagine that something was lurking just underneath the surface, waiting to reach up and snatch her. She knew that was completely foolish and nothing like that actually happened unless the lake contained sharks or alligators, and she doubted that this lake had any of those. But yet the thoughts would presisit even though the rational side of her mind continuously told her differently. It was the same thing with emotional things, like love. She could rationalize it all she wanted, it didn't make it hurt any less when a loved one hurt you some how.

She observed Jace all while she thought about the lake and emotional things. Jace seemed to be struggling with something, he was clenching one of his hands next to him, that much she could see as her eyes adjusted to the low light of the night. She wondered what was wrong and even came close to asking what it was. But she stopped herself, sometimes it was better for a person to dwell on their own problems then have someone barge in on them and try to help. Charlotte knew that as well as anyone else, but sometimes she did want someone to talk to her, to help her. She wasn't sure though that anyone knew that that was what she wanted, just like now, what if Jace did want someone to talk to him? It was yet another paradox.

But she ultimatly decided that Jace was a big boy, he could struggle through whatever his problem was. If he truly wanted to talk about anything he could, with people who knew him better than Charlotte did. All she knew about him was that he was a guy who liked to swim and liked body art. That was it. And she was sure Jace knew less about her then she knew about him. She wasn't wearing anything that proved what she liked, she hadn't said anything of great detail, etc. Reading people was a difficult process, especially when you first met them.

Jace seemed to get control of whatever had been bothering him and then he spoke up about what he was planning to do out here. She smiled slightly at what he said about spending the night out here. She then surprised herself when she nodded slightly in understanding, she felt like she needed a break, a chance to get away. That's what this camp was for, it was her chance to get away from her problems at home. She sighed slgihtly, almost silently before speaking up to continue their small conversation, "That sounds like something everyone needs every once in a while."

She thought back on her own problems, since no one else would. Her father, a man that she had come to dispise in just a few short months. It was surprising that her attitude towards someone who had raised her for most of her life could do a complete turn around. She know hated the man and could barely stand to be around him. But her sisters had reasons to hate both their father and Charlotte as well. While their father had cheated on their mother, Charlotte had cheated with her cousin's husband, something only her cousin's husband, Charlotte, and her sisters knew about. Charlotte had to confide in someone, and she had in her sisters, but they hadn't helped her, only shuned her.

Luckily Jace broke her out of these despresing thought by continuing her attempt at a conversation. She nearly let out a deep sigh, but she didn't, she didn't want Jace to think she found him exasperating, because she didn't. She chuckled quietly and replied, "I can see the stars from my house back home. Do you live in a city?" She asked, curiosuly, though the answer was pretty obvious. His next question nearly caught her off guard but she smiled. She liked Jace, he was quick witted. She sat silently for a minute, like she was thinking this seriously about what he had asked. "I could go on for like, fifteen more minutes. But I suppose we can skip ahead and get down to the nitty-gritty," She answered him finally. She always hated small talk and if Jace wanted to skip all of that, more power to him.

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