CIVILIAN, vivian nguyen
posted Sept 25, 2018 22:55:23 GMT -6
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VIVIAN NGUYEN
VIVIAN NGUYEN
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VIVIAN NGUYEN
LOOKS LIKE BRYNHILDR FROM FATE/
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT VIVIAN
ABOUT VIVIAN
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VI, VIVI, VY, THIEN
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VI, VIVI, VY, THIEN
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26 YEARS OLD
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26 YEARS OLD
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CIS FEMALE
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CIS FEMALE
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SHE/HER
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SHE/HER
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DEMISEXUAL
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DEMISEXUAL
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DEMI-ROMANTIC
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DEMI-ROMANTIC
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COMPLICATED
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COMPLICATED
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MARCH 13
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MARCH 13
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PISCES
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PISCES
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TEACHER
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TEACHER
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RECENT STATUS
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if i could fly away, i would have done so and plummeted to the ground with all my mistakes.
if i could fly away, i would have done so and plummeted to the ground with all my mistakes.
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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⌦ Her full name is Thien Vy Phan "Vivian" Nguyen, but more often times goes by "Vi" or "Vivi" by close friends. She takes her mother's maiden's name because she doesn't know her father. Unfortunately, she's the result of a fling while her mother was having an affair, and the circumstances of her birth was enough for her mother to turn it against Vi, as the product, to be treated as the cause. Her mother labelled Vi's father as a rapist.
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⌦ The man she's in a "relationship" with is married, and Vivian is not aware of this. For the past number of years, he has convinced her to put up with the abusive treatment she gets from her family. She maintains a blind faith to the man.
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⌦ Vivian lives under a rock. If you are someone who's relatively famous, she will not know who you are and probably wouldn't have listened to anything you've created. That being said, she's someone who doesn't treat anyone differently in spite of status or their pasts. She's long gone past the realm of judging a man, woman or otherwise by their backgrounds, achievements and upbringings. That being said, she's probably the type of person who would gladly house anyone from the streets under her own apartment.
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⌦ In attempts to cope with her family's abuse, she does covers on youtube. Unlike offline, Vivian is peppy, cheerful and a talented vocalist. Unfortunately she's astonishingly shy in front of other people, and she's always been scared of singing in front of other people. Her online alias is known as Paff, a practical youtube star who has garnered the attention of many; only to keep her identity a secret.
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⌦ She is the foster mother of Stephanie Nguyen, a girl who she housed and shielded back when she was ten to sixteen. Unfortunately, the teenager left without a word one night. Unbeknownst to Vivian, Stephanie had left to join the revolution two years prior to the present.
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⌦ Her full name is Thien Vy Phan "Vivian" Nguyen, but more often times goes by "Vi" or "Vivi" by close friends. She takes her mother's maiden's name because she doesn't know her father. Unfortunately, she's the result of a fling while her mother was having an affair, and the circumstances of her birth was enough for her mother to turn it against Vi, as the product, to be treated as the cause. Her mother labelled Vi's father as a rapist.
[break][break]
⌦ The man she's in a "relationship" with is married, and Vivian is not aware of this. For the past number of years, he has convinced her to put up with the abusive treatment she gets from her family. She maintains a blind faith to the man.
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⌦ Vivian lives under a rock. If you are someone who's relatively famous, she will not know who you are and probably wouldn't have listened to anything you've created. That being said, she's someone who doesn't treat anyone differently in spite of status or their pasts. She's long gone past the realm of judging a man, woman or otherwise by their backgrounds, achievements and upbringings. That being said, she's probably the type of person who would gladly house anyone from the streets under her own apartment.
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⌦ In attempts to cope with her family's abuse, she does covers on youtube. Unlike offline, Vivian is peppy, cheerful and a talented vocalist. Unfortunately she's astonishingly shy in front of other people, and she's always been scared of singing in front of other people. Her online alias is known as Paff, a practical youtube star who has garnered the attention of many; only to keep her identity a secret.
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⌦ She is the foster mother of Stephanie Nguyen, a girl who she housed and shielded back when she was ten to sixteen. Unfortunately, the teenager left without a word one night. Unbeknownst to Vivian, Stephanie had left to join the revolution two years prior to the present.
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+horror
+really bad puns
+singing
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+children
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-violence
-confrontation
-raising her voice
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The word is like poison; like dripping venom from a snake's baring fangs. Her black hair and her blue eyes are toxic, she's told. The black locks that are sullied by the beauty of blue eyes; it was like ink meeting water. It was like water, desperately trying to stay intact without dissolving in a sea of darkness. It was like a light on lighter skin, in stark contrast to the dark hair down to her sides. [break][break]
Bruises always plague her body, turning snow white into all shades of black, blue and purple. Scratches and marks of white, with stains of crimson red slashed across her skin. She feels the force of words, she feels the seething hatred directed at her. She can't help but to think - but to cry - when will this hell die? [break][break]
"Stay quiet and hide. I promise I'll be fine." was probably the biggest lie she's ever spoken. She doesn't remember a time where she's fine, where she isn't crying - where she isn't a prisoner in what should be her home - with the figure she once called her mother hovering around her. Money and currency was thrown out, it might as well have been burned. She finds little monetary value in her life, with how little she made. [break][break]
The child hides in the closet, only able to cry and huddle as she watches her mother - the woman who took her off the streets to feed - hangs her head low, hands up over to save herself. Hair that's pulled, no better than a human rag doll - but was she ever seen as human to begin with? [break][break]
When they're gone she's left on the ground, bleeding and crying. She's left asking herself the same thing she's asked herself as a child - why?[break][break]
She was clueless and naive. She was stupid. She set herself up for this. Of course-- Because she was a bad child. She ruined her mother's life, she ruined her family's life. She was a stain to the family line - for her light eyes and her light skin. She has turned into the devil incarnated. [break][break]
She's on the ground, crying before a man appears before her. He smiles and offers a hand, only to pull it back. [break][break]
He speaks - preaching with an angelic voice. It's like music to her ears, and she dries her tears while reaching for a cloth to dry the blood dripping from her head and reopened wounds. [break][break]
"Remember, Vivian. Just a little more, and we can be together. Finally." [break][break]
She patches herself up, ignoring the fear for the next week. Fearing for her money for the next week, how she was going to feed herself and otherwise. She puts her faith in the man who makes her heart race - like she's on ecstasy. She sleeps in the same bed as him, like there's nothing in the world that could ruin the moment. [break][break]
The next morning, he returns to his wife and child after wearing the ring he so skillfully hid from her sight. [break][break]
Like he has for the past fourteen years.
"Halfie"
The word is like poison; like dripping venom from a snake's baring fangs. Her black hair and her blue eyes are toxic, she's told. The black locks that are sullied by the beauty of blue eyes; it was like ink meeting water. It was like water, desperately trying to stay intact without dissolving in a sea of darkness. It was like a light on lighter skin, in stark contrast to the dark hair down to her sides. [break][break]
Bruises always plague her body, turning snow white into all shades of black, blue and purple. Scratches and marks of white, with stains of crimson red slashed across her skin. She feels the force of words, she feels the seething hatred directed at her. She can't help but to think - but to cry - when will this hell die? [break][break]
"Stay quiet and hide. I promise I'll be fine." was probably the biggest lie she's ever spoken. She doesn't remember a time where she's fine, where she isn't crying - where she isn't a prisoner in what should be her home - with the figure she once called her mother hovering around her. Money and currency was thrown out, it might as well have been burned. She finds little monetary value in her life, with how little she made. [break][break]
The child hides in the closet, only able to cry and huddle as she watches her mother - the woman who took her off the streets to feed - hangs her head low, hands up over to save herself. Hair that's pulled, no better than a human rag doll - but was she ever seen as human to begin with? [break][break]
When they're gone she's left on the ground, bleeding and crying. She's left asking herself the same thing she's asked herself as a child - why?[break][break]
She was clueless and naive. She was stupid. She set herself up for this. Of course-- Because she was a bad child. She ruined her mother's life, she ruined her family's life. She was a stain to the family line - for her light eyes and her light skin. She has turned into the devil incarnated. [break][break]
She's on the ground, crying before a man appears before her. He smiles and offers a hand, only to pull it back. [break][break]
"Just a little longer, Vivian."
He speaks - preaching with an angelic voice. It's like music to her ears, and she dries her tears while reaching for a cloth to dry the blood dripping from her head and reopened wounds. [break][break]
"Remember, Vivian. Just a little more, and we can be together. Finally." [break][break]
Finally.
She patches herself up, ignoring the fear for the next week. Fearing for her money for the next week, how she was going to feed herself and otherwise. She puts her faith in the man who makes her heart race - like she's on ecstasy. She sleeps in the same bed as him, like there's nothing in the world that could ruin the moment. [break][break]
The next morning, he returns to his wife and child after wearing the ring he so skillfully hid from her sight. [break][break]
Like he has for the past fourteen years.
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MARSHMALLOW
call me
MARSHMALLOW
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DISCORD
18 YEARS OLD | SHE/HER | EST |
DISCORD
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