History

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Vivian was a lonely child. At the age of four her parents had an extremely violent altercation that ended with her father in hospital, with a restraining order and full custody over a very quiet child. Her mother, unable to accept the court's decision, broke into Vivian's father's house sixth months later, stabbed him with butter knife that she found to hand, and kidnapped Vivian. They were found two days later, and both Vivian and her father were placed in witness protection.

For years, they were chased around the country, as Vivian's mother managed to elude the police and courts alike, so Vivian spent much of her childhood in airplanes and the back of beat up police cars, being moved over and over to be safe. Her father, a broken man, unable to come to terms that the love of his life was not merely abusive but likely homicidal, was Vivian's only fixture in life.

His death (of tragic, but natural, causes) when she was 12 released Vivian into foster care. Though she was a beautiful girl, she was quiet and grave, with eyes too wide, and an imagination too rampant. She troubled foster parents and teachers alike, even though she never acted out. She took her only solace in books, and the movie theater.

At 17 she received a scholarship for biochemistry at the University of Toronto, which she attended with the same quiet solitude that she had endured most of her life, but it was there that she met her first true friend. His name was Raoul, and they met on a dreary afternoon at the sight of his girlfriend’s car crash. He was utterly distraught, and Vivian’s quiet solemnity offered him refuge. They became fast friends.

Their friendship represented everything good in the world, to her. A true, deep, platonic bond. Someone that she could count on, after a long life of never being able to rely on anyone.

Five years later, however, it went south. Having finally gotten over his girlfriend’s abrupt death, Raoul found himself in love with his quiet, quirky friend, and one night while walking down a dark street in the west end of Toronto he built up the nerve to kiss her.

She beat him to death with broken bottle.
They never found his body.

Once she realised that she would never be caught for her murder (indeed, her true distress was so apparent that she was barely considered involved, and he was considered missing, likely in Ecuador), Vivian’s path was set in place. Faced with the utter driving need for platonic companionship and an obsessive need for control, she began a psychopathic pattern where she would target individuals that she considered friendship material, and cause horrific and traumatic experiences to happen to them (often with her as a ‘shared’ victim), in order to cement a friendship through fire. She was the best of friends - she would do anything for her friend, up to and including murder. However, if like Raoul, she ever considered them to betray their friendship, she would end it - either with their death, or once or twice, another horrific means to end their lives in other ways, even if they might technically be alive. She has since had six ‘best friends’ which have all ended tragically. She has never been caught.