Vivian Arkewright

Name: Vivian Arkewright

Age: 29

Birthday: August 31

Gender: Transgender female

Species: Human

Category: Citizen

Career: Professional Cat Burglar, Part-time Security Engineer



Appearance Description:


Although identical to her brother Rhys, Vivian is definitely far from being the hot twin. She may have his looks and body type, but contrary to popular belief, attractiveness is more than just appearance, and she certainly doesn’t have his lovely, magnetic spark. Vivian doesn’t stand out in a crowd. She has a black bob cut, square glasses (prescription), and inappropriately dark makeup for her shade of pale. She intentionally darkens her eyelids and eyebags to make her look more tired and unapproachable. She’s tall at 6’4”ft and the bad kind of lanky, the slumps forward with her long monster limbs kind, and she dresses in baggy professional clothes. In more casual settings, she wears things that are kind of ugly but comfortable. She’s not a hidden beauty. She’s creepy, and she stares at people way too long with wide eyes.

She’s an entirely different woman in heists. During heists, she’s nearly indistinguishable from Rhys – she loses her black wig to let her golden hair fly, she puts on revealing clothes like a comic book villain, and she moves in tandem with him, matching his grace, rhythm and cheekiness with her own. She can flip her charm on easily, but mostly finds it tedious unless there’s a reason for it. She likes being ignored and dismissed in her daily life.

She has a smooth voice, lower but still very feminine, almost growling when she’s not in the mood. Hint: That’s always. She has a cute freckly face, pale skin, and blue green eyes, much like her brother. Ever since she and Rhys got the money, they’ve bought some pretty convincing and permanent physical alterations, and most people wouldn’t even think she was assigned male at birth.




Personality Description:

Vivian is creepy, and makes no effort to hide this due to the fact that it’s easier to get away with bullshit if people are already expecting it from you. She’s crude, snarky and irritable. She has some warped, even bigoted beliefs, and takes a fascination with the grotesque, morbid and unacceptable. She doesn’t think much of other people and she’ll let them know this to their face. She’s very easy to dislike. Even the unrelenting optimistic types get sick of trying to find the hidden good, because there is none.

Despite this, Vivian knows how to be appropriate in public just enough to not get arrested or followed around because of suspicion. It’s a delicate balancing act, and like with real balancing acts, Vivian handles it with complete finesse.

Vivian is a massive voyeur. She likes observing, snooping around people’s lives, and finding out things she’s not supposed to. It’s an obsession she developed after her parents died. She doesn’t think much of thrills herself, not thinking much of recklessness, but she loves watching other people do it if only to watch how they react to their mistakes. She stalks plenty of people, beautiful girls especially. Sometimes, she leaves them little gifts (both good gifts and horrifying ones, but always thoughtful) or influences their lives in little ways to watch them react. She falls in love with them in this way, lifting them up or breaking them little by little while still remaining unharmed and careful from a distance. Almost all of Vivian’s objects of fascination never really know who she is, and if they ever meet her, they tend to forget about her immediately. She’s been found out a few times, and she regretfully had to eliminate them when they got too close. Sentimentality and substantial attachments are very dangerous things.

Vivian isn’t really capable of empathy except for her identical twin brother Rhys whose emotions she process as her own. They’re explosive and attractive, and so much more volatile than hers. She has a warped perception of Rhys, both seeing him as an extension of herself and her property. She’s long accepted she both hates and loves her brother. She’d never say a kind word to him out loud, but she’d give everything to him without losing a beat.

Unlike Rhys, Vivian doesn’t really hate death, but she is in love with life. After their parents died, she learned a valuable lesson: Only the strong live. Their parents, foolishly, gave their lives up for them because they were sentimental fucks and they ultimately paid for it. It sucked for them, but it gave Vivian the motivation to never, ever fuck up again. Vivian loves her life, and she knows that she’ll give it up in an instant to save Rhys because she's a sentimental fuck. In order to not fall victim in their family's cycle, she built herself up to be better than their parents and Rhys to save him and herself in the process. Vivian is so paranoid of dying or winding up in the slammer that she takes extra precautions to protect the two of them. She has no problem with killing and will resort to it as fast as her brother in high danger situations.

Vivian is cold, calculating and methodical in almost every aspect of her life. No mistakes, no risks, no problems. Preparation, preparation, preparation. The only times she lets herself risk is when she’s in a heist with Rhys. She uses her twin empathy and reacts to situations with him, and during these moments, she’s more her brother than herself. It’s a powerful strategy. Plans and concentration don’t work so well when you’re running from bullets. Vivian loves heists as much as she fears them. She’s so detached normally that it’s the only time she gets to feel the blood rush through her veins.

In a way, she’s very much the inverse of her brother: when he’s bright and impulsive, she’s subtle and endlessly patient. When he’s suicidal, she’s very much a survivor. But in the end, they’re not so different. They’re both talented, beautiful, greedy and sick in the head. They’re monsters, but unlike Rhys, Vivian has long since made peace with it and embraces it with her entire being.



Powers:


Vivian comes from a human bloodline with latent magic only unlocked through great motivation. Vivian has since unlocked her magic, and she and her brother use their powers in tandem to become infamous twin cat burglars.


Through magic and training, Vivian has almost supernatural acrobatic agility. She uses this to perform stunts to sneak through, flee and evade situations with ease.


Vivian is practically nonexistent. She doesn’t show up in surveillance cams, she can pass through mines and security lasers without triggering them, her fingerprints can never be distinguished, and her presence, in general, is hard to detect. Vivian is the sort of person that could be right next to you and you wouldn’t notice because she’s so forgettable. Most people who’ve encountered Vivian forget about her immediately after talking to her. If she concentrates really hard, she can even stand in front of a person and not be noticed unless they were looking for her specifically. She’s nearly impossible to find if she doesn’t want to be, but can be memorable if she wants to be. She has the ability to extend this power to Rhys and only Rhys.


Vivian, simply put, has the power to become intangible by holding her breath. She can phase through people, walls, and objects, and she can turn other objects and people intangible too by holding onto them. She can even phase through the floor and disappear into the ground. Vivian needs to make sure her entire body is out before she breathes again because it runs the risk of decapitation. She cannot pass through things warded by magic, and her ability can be disrupted by magical attacks.



Biography:


The Arkewrights, which consisted of Vivian, her twin brother Rhys and their parents, were a family of thieves that lived in London, England. Vivian had a rosy childhood. She didn’t have much in the way of outside contact because they were homeschooled and moved around a lot, but it didn’t matter to her. She and her brother were very close and their parents loved them endlessly. That was enough for her.

Rhys had always been the brighter twin. Even at a young age, Vivian was introverted and subdued, but Rhys went out of his way to take her out to adventures which to this day she would recall with nothing but fondness. Their parents couldn’t take them for heists yet, not until they were adults, so Rhys and Vivian used that time playing, studying, and practicing for the big day they could follow their footsteps.

Their teen years came, during which Rhys and Vivian decided they switch names, IDs and genders. They were much happier that way. It was how it was supposed to be.

The big day finally came. The entire family in their biggest heist ever, and of course, it ended up a failure. The twins weren’t unprepared, but no amount of preparation would’ve prepared them for the actual thing. The following sequence of events went by in a flash: the cops came, their parents took the fall with dear ol’ dad dead and their mom dragged to prison, and Vivian discovered her survival instinct then, pulling Rhys away from the scene kicking and screaming. She knew their parents wouldn’t have wanted them to pull a stunt as risky as following in after them. Their sacrifice would’ve been in vain.

Vivian mourned, but along the way, she accepted it. Things happened for a reason, and the events of that night happened to teach them a valuable lesson. You needed to lose in order to gain. Vivian learned. Rhys broke, the goddamn fool. It was a test of their mettle and he failed. That was fine. Vivian was strong enough, smart enough for the both of them. She knew the risks. She knew how to prepare for them now.

When sadness finally stopped clouding her thoughts, she started formulating a plan to get their mom out and dragged Rhys with her. They both indulged in this fantasy of being with their mom again and retiring somewhere sunny. It kept them going and motivated.

Everything was perfect. They got in without a hitch, just like she’d predicted. What she didn’t predict was that their mom would be stupid enough to get killed in a fucking prison break. Vivian didn’t mourn this time. She sunk into a complete, utter calm, an unbreakable resolution, and her powers awakened. She held Rhys’s hand as she walked them out of that prison, passing by crowds and walls like ghosts, because that was what they were now. Ghosts. Dead, just like their parents.

Rhys exploded, just like she’d predicted too. He left a trail of blood in his wake. Vivian didn’t dare stop him. He needed this so he’d finally settle, and he did, at least to some degree. They both broke, but Rhys just decided to be more dramatic with it like with every single thing with his life.

When he came back, Vivian already had plans. A diamond necklace in Siberia. A golden coffin in Egypt. They needed to move on. They needed to be bigger and better than their parents ever was.

They were.

Vivian and Rhys traveled around conducting grand heists and living the lifestyle of the rich and famous, experiencing luxuries they never would have dreamed of before. After a while, they moved to Manta Carlos with their riches. They may be living in style, but they’re far from retired, so all of you politicians and businessmen better watch out.