name :: Vivienne LaChance
affiliation :: Thalassa
job :: Slut Skank Whore || Contract Killer || General Bitch

mun :: Angie
email :: rockinghorsefly -@- gmail.com
aim :: night palsy

a p p e a r a n c e .

I ain't gotta fucking describe how I look to you when all you gotta do is look at me, but jesus, if you have to ask, I guess I'll give you an answer. So, what do you wanna hear first? No, I'm not giving you a fucking option. This ain't multiple choice.

I got black hair, brown eyes. Nice rack, nicer ass, tattoos, piercings, bony fingers, cigarette permanently attached to my mouth. Heavy enough to beat asses black and blue, tall enough to punch your teeth in. You get the gist, I hope.

I like black, but I'm not fucking goth, you dishrag. Colours make me puke. If you call me emo, I'll snap your neck.

People call me messy and disorganized, people call me sultry and beautiful, but you can judge for yourself, can't you, baby?

h i s t o r y .

I don't want to talk about it.

My past wasn't pretty, but it's fucking normal compared to some people. My parents ignored me a lot, always thought they knew what was best for me and never listened to a fuckin' thing I ever said. They call and tell me to call them too, but what the fuck, why should I?

That all in the past, I lived on the streets longer than I remember living at home. Picture the worst possibly scenario, and yeah, I've fuckin' been through it. You wanna compare drama? I slept with a girl, I pissed her off and she told my parents I was a queer, they kicked me out, then they wanted me back by bribing me with cash so I spray painted their -- my old -- front door with a nice, big ROT IN HELL FUCKERS, and was done with it.

I've done a lot of shit. Things I sortakinda not really regret, things I wish I did, things I don't but think about anyway. Good shit, bad shit. And yeah, I like the dark side more than where it's bright and cheery as fuckin' Teletubbies, but I went there myself, and ain't no one gonna drag me out even if they bribe me like those useless people did.

a c t i v i t i e s.

I kill people for a living. I fuck people for a living. How does it all add up? It doesn't. I like to plaster my living room walls with flyers and newspaper clippings, I draw on my jeans, I blast all my music loud enough to shake the room, I ride a motorcycle, and I like to buy antiques because they're fuckin' nice, alright.

s t r e n g t h s . w e a k n e s s e s

I'm a bitch. You just gotta accept the facts. I'll fuck you if I think you're hot. I'll shoot you if you irritate me. I'm the type to fuck and run. I'm a scratcher. I'll wear high heels just to be taller than you.

And that's all the good stuff about me.