Name: Vivienne AthÃ¨ne Latour<br/><br/>Birthday: November 30th, 1992<br/><br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>Species: Human<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i1075.photobucket.com/albums/w434/Alycia_Monique/newchari2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Personality: With the death of her parents still looming, she's fighting a losing battle for happiness. Her smile is forced, never fully reaching her eyes. A solid student, she treats her homework like an escape, needed to occupy her mind to keep from overthinking. Not close with many, she has one friend that's kept in contact, so she does come off as a bit of a loner.<br/><br/>Theme song: Placebo "Running Up That Hill"<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP0ngiMBnas">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP0ngiMBnas</a><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">-----</div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just breathe...</span><br/><br/>The mantra had become an old one, one that held little comfort for her anymore.<br/><br/>It'd been a year since her parent's death...Since their car went off the bridge, and she made it out...But they didn't.<br/><br/>In an effort to move on, to get a grip of her past and return to normal society, she'd picked up and moved. She picked a location that was remote, far from anyone that would know her as the poor, tragic girl with no family left. Going away to college had seemed like a good idea, a new beginning, a way to start the next chapter of her life unencumbered by anything she wanted to forget.<br/><br/>The campus itself wasn't too small, but not the largest either. Sprawling through the woods, it afforded her plenty of space to be by herself. In her small dorm room, she was only slightly alone, as her bathroom connected to another. Her bathroom mate's demeanor was quite bubbly, almost annoyingly so, but Vivienne simply put on her smile and nodded her way through the initial greeting.<br/><br/>It would take some adjustment to be sure, but it wasn't anything too terrible.<br/><br/>Unpacking was easy, as she'd not brought much from her former life. Her books and supplies, clothing, as well as a few personal items, were all she needed. Laying in bed at night, she picked up her journal, writing her first entry in it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow will be different. I will smile, and go on as if nothing's wrong. I will do my school work, I will try to make some new friends. I will be happy.</div></span><br/><br/>Staring at the page, she slammed her journal shut, tossing it haphazardly on the bed. "If you're going to be happy, do it. Don't write about it," she told herself before setting herself in front of the mirror. Running her fingers through her long, auburn hair, she loosed a sigh. Her eyes locked on her reflection before closing in one final psych-up.<br/><br/>"You can do this."<br/><br/>Nodding, she opened her eyes, grabbed her phone and left her room, closing the door firmly behind her and stepping into the cool night air. The full moon illuminated her path better than the street lamps scattered about the walk, she noted as the cool air running over her form, sending shivers up her spine. At the bottom of the hill  her dorm apartment was perched upon, she saw some other students milling about quite a ways off. Taking a deep breath, she started toward them, her pace slow and leisurely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You can do this.</span>