Character Name: Vivian Sue Whitman
Nickname: Viv, Vivi, Vi, and whatever else anyone calls here
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Grade: Junior
Subject: N/A
Race: Shape Shifter
Play-by: Emma Roberts
Appearance:

Vivian stands at about five feet and eight inches, a bit tall compared to an average girl. Her skin tone is a light tan color, though it grows darker in the summer months. Her hair is a dark, chocolate brown, reaching down to about the edge of her shoulder blades. Her eyes match very well with her hair color, having a mix of dark brown and light green. On her right wrist, she has a small burn that she got when she was little from a curling iron, but it isn't too noticeable by others. Besides, she is usually found to wear a number of colorful, rubber bracelets on both wrists, and they tend to cover the burn and hide it from sight.

She has a few other scars along her legs and a few on her back, coming from a few fights she's gotten into, though most of them happened with either other shape shifters or simply other animals she's happened upon. Her clothing style is very simple. Vivian enjoys wearing relatively dark clothes, though doesn't mind wearing some ridiculously bright colors either. Her shirts usually consist some kind of graphic on the front or back, or sometimes both. She hates wearing frilly shirts and anything that she considers girly. With that, she also stays far from dresses and skirts, hating them with a passion. She likes to wear simple, basic jeans and that's it.

Personality:

Vivian is a bit of a strange girl. She isn't like the usual girl you meet on the streets. She is a very tomboyish girl, preferring graphic tees and jeans rather than v-necks and skirts. She is a very outgoing teen and loves messing around, though that can all be credited to her case of ADHD. But, thankfully, with medications, she can manage to get herself down to a reasonable level. She enjoys talking and being around others, always hoping to make new friends. She is very caring and protective, especially those closest to her. She has a bit of a short temper, which is not something that anyone would enjoy messing with.

But, as every person is, she isn't always so wonderfully bubbly. She can become extremely timid around large crowds and has a strong sense of stage fright. She hates having to eat lima beans or grapefruit, being a bit picky with her greens. She is very loud, too, not knowing when to stop or when she's stepped over certain boundaries. But, she is a very loving girl who only wishes to make friends and to keep them happy.

Likes: Apples, Animals, Swimming, Meat, videos games, Playing Slenderman, drawing, and gum

Dislikes: Lightning, Being told to be quiet, Being left alone, the dark, boring subjects

Fears: Lightning, the dark, Slenderman, Animal Pounds/Shelters, the vet, getting her fur wet

Secrets: She likes to hoard socks, she's afraid of the dark

History:

Vivian was the second child of Samantha and Robert Whitman. Being their first girl, they all but spoiled her, dressing her in all sorts of outfits as a child. Growing up, she always had the love and support of her parents, but nothing ever came close to what she got from her brother. The two were the closest of siblings, Nicholas always looking out for her. He was always there for her and they would spend countless hours together, playing outside in the mud or climbing trees with the other boys in the neighborhood. As she grew older, her parents began to see that she was a bit different for other girls. Vivian was hardly one to ever play with Barbi dolls or dress up. She began to fight them whenever they tried to put her in skirts or dresses and always went out to play with the boys.

And, if that wasn't enough, they started to notice her odd, hyperactive behavior starting to show. Vivian had a hard time paying attention in class and was always constantly doing something. Whether it was something as simple as fidgeting in her seat or running around the room, she was always doing something. As she grew into her early elementary years, it became more evident that something wasn't right as she began to fail in her class, and was always getting into trouble for doing something. After a number of doctor appointments, they finally came to the conclusion that she was suffering from a case of ADHD. For the first few years, it was hard to keep Vivian in check, as she was hardly ever paying attention even when she did take her medications. But, after about three years, she finally learned how to manage herself enough.

At the age of ten, Vivian began to experiment with her shifting abilities, struggling a bit as she failed to focus properly. She eventually learned how to shift, but her ability is limited and isn't the quickest of shifters. It can take a few moments for her to shift, especially if there are a number of distractions around her. But, once she managed to learn her abilities well enough, her parents eventually sent her to Cry Wolf High.

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It was a quiet afternoon, such times and moments having always been relaxing. Taking in a deep breath, Dyrius lightly shuffled her hooves, her weight pushing the snow into the ground. The air was cold even in the sun and there was an occasional breeze that would sweep by, sending a brief shiver through her. Her 'outfit' today was simple, not wearing anything too fancy or anything. She had on a blank white shirt with a light, black vest over it. The pieces of clothing was still something she was trying to get use to, having worn only small, thin animal skins or sometimes nothing as a child. Even in her later years the centaur wore little clothing until she was required to. Now working at the school, she wasn't actually allowed to be bare chested.

The fashion sense of humans really wasn't all that horrible, though there were somethings she could live without. But, other than those few items, she was relatively content with the clothing. With her tail flicking to the side, swiping at the irritating bugs that were always bugging her, she gradually turned her attention to the sky. There were a few thin, wispy clouds that floated above her, but nothing too impressive. As she stared at the lightly hued blue sky, she remembered how her father would tell her how her and her kin were able to read the stars. But, it was something she had hardly attempted to do. Occasionally there were times where she could maybe predict some minor events, like the weather or whatnot, but nothing that she could really show for.

What made her feel ashamed of her lack of skills, though, was the fact that she had been unable to do anything about the attack on the school. If she was stronger in that area, perhaps she'd be able to help prepare the school for the attack. Perhaps she would've been able to keep so many from dying. Swallowing hard, the female centaur lowered her head faintly, wrapping her arms around her chest as she let out a sad sigh. She had lost a few friends in the fight, all of them, in fact. She hadn't had many friends to begin with, and the few that she had begun to build a bond with had been killed. It broke her heart to think that, even now after it had been almost two months since then. As she stood there, her hooves weakly pawing at the snowy ground beneath her, she failed to hear the sound of crunching snow from behind her.

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congratulations, miss whitman. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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