(http://api.ning.com/files/J*irQNMOCQwGrIIDcgsrBEWuKxJsZhpwTKEsooJ*vZ9dNlINfiFmK-ba9IhtK0rYt6XUeWV8Vtb98xwh2aQDBD9WhCWUDwxW/imancosmetics400a121307.jpg%253Fcrop%253D1%25253A1%2526width%253D171)<br/><br/>Name: Vivica Rose<br/>Age 36<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Spot in the group: Vice Chancellor<br/>What group: both<br/><br/>Vivica leaned back against her comfortable office chair and picked up the cup of coffee and held in in both hands.  She had gotten up from her quarters in St. Charles early, 6 am to be exact, as was her custom, to get in her morning exercise of a mile around the track and a mile swimming laps in the school's Olympic-sized pool before settling into her office to take care of some paperwork that was in her in box.  Now it was five pass eight and in ten minutes, a new year at St. Charles was about to come to life<br/><br/>She turn her chair around and stared out the window at the rolling waves and the beautiful beach that St. Charles school was built near. She knew that many of the students had already awake in their quarters (separated by gender of course), and were busily getting dressed and  preparing to start the new day. Vivica smiled as she thought of all the activities that were about to take place in a few minutes. Having been the Vice Chancellor at St. Charles for a number of years now, Vivica was familiar and even comfortable with the going ons of the school. She had worked hard to make sure that the school was a success, and was intent to keep it that way. This school may not have treated her in the best of way when she herself was a student here, but she felt that it had thought her many important things. It taught her things about herself that she didn't know, and it taught her how to handle herself in a way that was comfortable.<br/><br/>She smiled at the past memories, and closed her eyes and lean her head back, enjoying a few moments of solace, a few moments of peace, before the calm of the storm was broken and the chaos of the day took place.