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Post by Megara on Jan 18, 2016 23:52:28 GMT 1
Megara
Vivian Huxley
PERSONALITY Megara is a sassy, feisty, stubborn, headstrong woman, her counterpart Vivian is no different. A world-weary, snarky individual she tends to be a tad prickly and leans towards the cynical. She has had moments of uncharacteristic optimism as of late with both curses broken she has a greater chance at being reunited with Hercules. That doesn’t mean that she isn’t still her free-spirited, quick-witted, independent self however. She still thinks she can do everything herself and god forbid she ever ask anyone for help even when she needs it. She is a strong woman. Megara may not always make the right choices, but her intentions are mostly good. She can however be selfish and tends to look out for the well-being of herself before others. She can be very prickly and taciturn when it comes to men. Even regarding Hercules, although at the time of the curse she was in love with him, she is wary of love and men in general. Manipulative and cunning, she uses her sexual appeal to manipulate men in particular. Some would say she is a devious harlot. She prefers the terms bold, confident, and an openly sexual being. But she knows that sometimes the ends justifies the means in her eyes and this isn’t always a good thing or gone about in the right way. She tries very hard to make up for the bad things she has done in the past, but sometimes holds on to the fact that she was a deceiver, and does not view herself as a heroine. She is deathly afraid of heights. HISTORY {Cursed} Trailer trash turned trophy wife. All she ever remembered was being Vivian Huxley. The girl born in a trailer park in the bad part of Storybrooke, Maine, her mother widowed at 23 and raising a child all on her own as a waitress at a diner on the seedier side of town, but they got by. Vivian went to school. She always had a way with the boys, and learned how to get what she wanted very early on. She flashed Simon Finnegan so that he would do her trig homework for her. Her body wasn’t just beautiful; it was a weapon, one she could wield to get what she wanted. Everything about her life seems vaguely hazy. She remembers her childhood and everything after that but when she tries to think when she met someone or how long she has been friends with someone the years and timeline becomes muddled. Vivian just supposes time and friendship is like that, sometimes you just can’t remember when you absolutely clicked with someone. Her life wasn’t a glamorous one. She distinctly remembers working as a stripper and bar tender to pay her way through college. Using her body was what she knew how to do, so why should she do anything else? For all her efforts at trying to make something of herself by going to school, attempting to dig herself out of the lot in life she was given Vivian never quite made it. Whenever she felt like she was taking a step forward she would inevitably get thrown back to the stone ages. For a while at least her rather cliché scheme of working as a stripper and bar tended to pay for her college tuition worked, until other bills began piling up. Her Mom got ill, later dying of cancer. Vivian dropped out of school to work three jobs, bar tending, and stripping included, and tried to pay for her mother’s treatment. Her mother was on an experimental medical trial, which cost less (and yet was still an arm and a leg) but was unknown in its effectiveness. In her case it worked, she was showing signs of beating back the cancer. Just when it seemed like there might be a sliver of hope, Vivian’s hope was dashed away when they canceled the trial. It had not proved to be effective in any of the other case studies and therefore was not a viable option or cure. Vivian tried to fight it but it was no use. Her mother passed away two months later. Without hope Vivian returned to her job as a bar tender, and felt very lost in the world. She is a master with mixing drinks, and can create the best cocktail you’ve ever had, so good it tastes like magic. She can’t remember exactly when it happened but she vaguely remembers Callum Dunn coming to the bar and being mesmerized by her beauty and charm. Callum Dunn was a rather famous photographer and director, and he was growing increasingly obsessed with the beautiful and alluring Vivian Huxley. But then again, he always had been. . .just a little differently than one might expect. Callum offered her a life of luxury and modeling, taking her away from her meager life. Vivian wasn’t totally in love with the man but she saw an opportunity to follow her dreams and she took it. She wanted to do something like modeling or acting. Her true dream was to finish school, and have the chance to do medical research for cancer, but who was going to hire a bar tender for that, nobody. With Callum’s influence she became a model, and was very talented. She finished her schooling but Callum wanted to keep her in line so to speak, she was far too independent and fiery for her own good so he made sure her agent got her modeling jobs to keep her occupied. He became more and more obsessive, possessive, demanding and abusive. Megara tried to leave him many times. She tried to better her life but it was as if there was an uncontrollable force pulling her back each time, as if she had no control over her own life or destiny. A part of her still loved him, but mostly she wanted to be free. Her husband was an abusive philanderer. There were rumors that Vivian was cheating on her husband as well, but nothing ever came of it. When the curse broke she was free of her husband Callum. After the curse broke Callum never revealed to her who he was in their fairytale lives, and she still wonders to this day. Vivian as Megara supposes that both her and Callum (whoever he was had been wrought with guilt) saw their fair share of wrong doings, they both regret things they did. Vivian is distant from Callum, she is on a quest to find Hercules and hopes to save him from the clutches of Hades like he did for her once long ago. She is working as a bar tender at The Rabbit Hole, as she has been for years, the best bar tender this side of Maine. RP SAMPLE They had been arguing. Voices as loud as thunderstorms rattling against the walls of that tiny house, things were thrown, a stiletto with a deadly heel aimed at Callum’s head, before his rough hands could retaliate by throwing her into the glass cabinet with the good china. Much of it shattered along with the glass as Vivian fell with a cry to her hands and knees, the shards digging into her palms. It was remarkable how something so tiny could cause so much pain. This was one of many rows they had. It was becoming a weekly occurrence if not more. This one in particular was rather terrible. Both had bruises and scratches to prove it. As she stumbled to her feet something caught her eye. Vivian turned her tear stained face to the window. “What’s that?” she uttered, almost mumbled, she was perfectly still now, staring out their kitchen window at the billowing purple smoke which was quickly engulfing the town. Her mascara was running down her cheeks from the vicious fight Callum and her had been having a moment ago but everything suddenly stopped. Even he was speechless for a moment staring out the window, his icy blue eyes concerned and livid at the same time. “I don’t know,” he answered and only had time to glance at her before it happened. They locked eyes and then suddenly everything went black into nothingness. Vivian found herself sprawled on the kitchen floor in an uncomfortable position with Callum only a few feet away from her lying face down on the cold tiled floor. Every part of her body hurt. For a few moments she couldn’t remember at all what had happened. Her mind felt foggy. She rubbed her head, and hissed at the sharp pain suddenly pulsating from her hands. Gazing down at her palm she saw blood, little shards of glass sticking out of it. She made a sort of guttural sigh out of frustration. Then suddenly everything hit her like a freight train. Her memories of The Enchanted Forest and Greece, and being Megara, Hades and Hercules came flooding back all at once. She held her head between her hands moaning in pain, and started to cry, sobbing uncontrollably. |
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