(jessica alba, cis woman, n/a) VIGILANTE has their eye on VIVIAN REYES. SHE is a 36 YEAR-OLD HUMAN who lives in THE INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT. according to VIGILANTE’s intel, they work as a DETECTIVE and are known for being PERCEPTIVE and DETATCHED. hopefully they don’t give VIGILANTE a reason to strike. (rose, 26, she/her, est, no triggers)
Meet Vivian Reyes, a human detective who technically works for the Slayers. While she’s generally easy to get along with, Viv has been through a lot the past few years. She’s a problem solver who doesn’t have time for people’s bullshit. If you need a situation fixed, come to her, but don’t you dare question her intelligence or talent unless you want to find out just how sharp her tongue can be. You can find her full bio here, but the info below should be more than enough to plot with!
Viv moved to Roseport 9 years ago with her now deceased husband. He was a slayer who got transferred from the Los Angeles hub to Roseport’s hub. The Slayers hooked Vivian (who was previously a normal, human detective) up with a job in Roseport’s human law enforcement to deal with and refer supernatural crimes to them.
Her husband was killed in a mysterious routine supernatural treaty-breaking investigation gone wrong. The Slayers never released the details to her, and still refuse to tell her what happened.
She chose to keep working as a detective in tandem with the Slayer Hub and continues to handle supernatural crimes.
Viv grew up in a big family, and as such, was always fighting for attention. She’s a classic over-achiever and still falls into the habit of using her accomplishments to define who she is.
She’s still grieving in private, but refuses to let it show. A total workaholic, she tends to drown her pain in paperwork.
Very organized. Has a place for everything and everything has its place. Do not misplace any of her stuff, or she’ll be livid.
Generally speaking, Viv is easy to get along with. She’s naturally curious and extremely perceptive. She makes an effort to relate to people and understand different points of view. But she doesn’t tolerate bullshit, and if you question her authority or intelligence, her tongue turns sharp fast.
She’s a problem solver. If you come to her with an issue, she’s going to want to fix it, not just listen.
She’s still friends with most of the people she met before her husband died, which means she’s friends with and knows people from all walks of life - supernaturals, slayers, and humans. It’s hard for her to relate to anyone these days, but she makes an effort to appear less detached from reality than she is.
She’s super distrustful of the slayers now. While she hasn’t ditched her job or her old friends, she isn’t as open with slayers as she is with others, which really blows, considering they’re some of the only ones that can understand her loss and what she deals with at work on a daily basis.
After years of handling supernatural crimes that spill over into the human system and her husband’s death, Vivian isn’t sure the slayers are really protecting the right people, and it might be time to do something about it.
Connection Starting Points
Here are just a few bare bones ideas that we can build off:
Flirtationships/hook ups: I’m going to be a little picky as far as anything serious-relationship wise goes for Viv, as she’s still working through losing her husband. However, I’m down for flirtations, maybe a one night stand or two, or even something one sided! She’s bisexual & biromantic.
Friends: Can be literally any species, though she’s grown a little more distant with slayers in the past three years.
Someone she busted and handed over to the slayers: Viv has been investigating supernatural-related crimes in Roseport for 9 years now. There’s likely a person or two that she brought to the hub’s attention and might be bitter about it!
Neighbors: Viv lives in a small apartment in the Industrial District. I’m down for neighbors!
Rivals: Maybe at work? Gimme it all!
Literally any other basic connection starting points!
“Nope!” Skye shook her head, “But who could say no to this face,” Or a glamour, but that wasn’t the important part, this lady did not need to know that, “Don’t you worry about the how, just worry about finding a place for that bear,” Skye skipped off, ready to dazzle the young game attendant out of one of the prizes.
True to her word she came back in two minutes clutching the large bear triumphantly, “Got it!”
Viv waited, not exactly patiently, for the pop singer to come back. Eyes wide, she held out her hand to take the bear. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, figuring whatever price the game attendant had charged would be a bit outrageous. “I can’t believe you managed to get this. I was sure they would say no. You’ve got to teach me the secret to being that charming!”
Containing full-blown laughter wasn’t something that Stag did often but he felt it was appropriate for this moment. It was clear to him that losing at these games had some level of significance to Viv and he had grown not to snicker at her passion when it was placed in topics he didn’t personally hold very dearly onto. That didn’t stop him from snorting, though. “Of course they do. It’s all part of the charm, isn’t it?” he wondered before fixing her with his most serious expression. “How about I win you one, then? We’ll have a little rom-com moment and I can show you how to play dirty to cheat the system.” Though, he wasn’t sure she’d really understand what he was doing in the first place. Glamouring just kind of looked like flirting to non-fae who weren’t privy to the magic.
“I don’t know if charm is the right way to put it-” She stopped short at his offer. Both eyebrows raised, Viv crossed her arms over her chest. “You sound awfully confident. Have you ever won one of those games before?” It did sound fun, though, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t thinking about work or supernaturals or anything else. With a challenging little nod of her head, Viv pointed to a variation of the ring toss game. A bright green stuffed dragon sat on the prize shelf, just waiting to be claimed. “Win me that one, and teach me your strategy so I can win on my own next time. I don’t like losing.” Again, her nose scrunched. “Usually, I’d play fair, but since these games are rigged...I think we can play dirty.”
The events that Stag frequented were far from the fanfare of a festival of this caliber. He had spent his fair share of moments in his past draped in feathers with hips swinging in celebration but he’d long since traded those experiences in for soirees and galas with the world’s elite. Those sorts of things were…fun; or rather, the amount of mischief he could get up to was worth all of the pomp and circumstance. It was nice to do something more down-to-earth, even if his custom Cartier sunglasses and Dior sneakers said otherwise. As he pulled some cotton candy of his own into his mouth, he let out a low chortle. “As if they’d make anything that easy,” he said, bemused. It wouldn’t be much more than a simple glamour for him but he imagined having that conversation without a little extra help would be less than favorable. “You could always try to win it, rigged or not. How hard could it be, really?”
Viv raised her eyebrows, fixing Caio with a pointed look. “Extremely hard. Out of all the carnival games I’ve played in my entire life, I think I’ve won less than five times.” Her nose scrunched as she remembered all the times she had lost so spectacularly that her siblings had laughed so hard they nearly spit out their sodas. “One time I was playing that water squirt gun game - you know where you aim at the target to make your little guy go up, and my water gun didn’t work. I told the attendant, but he wouldn’t give me my ticket back. They tooootally want to set people up to spend all the money and get no prizes in return.”
Skye hadn’t been looking for anything in particular, just wandering around the fest, getting a feel for what was going on. The summer fest seemed like the perfect place to get into a little mischief, and the woman paused near her by one of the food stands seemed to be giving her an ideal opportunity, “Alright, bet!” She said, looking over to catch sight of the bear in question, “I can get that bear for you! Just give me 2 minutes.”
Viv raised an eyebrow and popped another piece of cotton candy into her mouth. “You seem awfully confident. Is the game attendant your friend or something?” Casting a skeptical glance toward the young carnival worker, Viv shrugged. “Alright, let’s see if you can manage it. I’m not so sure you’ll be able to.”
The sun had just barely set, and it felt odd to be out and about, trying to have fun, when there was so much work to do back at the office. Tearing off a ribbon length of cotton candy from her stick, Viv glanced toward the games. “All those things are rigged. I wonder if I could bribe one of the attendants to let me buy that big stuffed bear...”
Viv’s loft in the Industrial District is nothing fancy. Despite living in the small space for almost three years, she’s done little in the way of decorating. Sure, she threw a few plants up to make the space feel a little lived in, but all the frames on the shelves still have the stock photos in them. She tries her best not to spend too much time at home, anyway, so why bother going crazy with the decor? The space is really only big enough for Viv, so she has no roommates, and at the moment, she doesn’t have any pets that fill up the space.
Stag hummed instead of responding to the woman’s first statement. He couldn’t lie and agree with her there, given his ability to negotiate with anyone through glamours and charm. Besides, it seemed she had a very specific idea of these people in her mind and it didn’t feel right of him to try and dispute that. Her feelings on the matter were personal and necessary. She was fired up because it meant a lot to her. Who was he to deny her that fury?
“It might be worth a walk over, then. Just to see what they’re planning,” he encouraged, watching over her expressions as she spoke. She had such an adorably animated look about her. She wore so much of herself directly on her face and that level of transparency was so very human and wonderful. “And if they are planning on opening up a business, it might be good to know ahead of time. You might be able to rally enough people to boycott the business and force them to relocate.” Sinister? Yes. Effective? Yes. “No; I live in the Lakefront District. I’m no stranger to the Industrial District, however. I did just recently get a tattoo touched up at Ink Envy.” He was rather proud of that too. He rarely did things like that for himself.
Vivian snorted. She could barely make time for her friends, let alone rallying everyone in her neighborhood behind a cause. Especially when plenty of her neighbors would probably love a few more businesses in the district. Tapping the home screen and putting the news out of her mind, at least for the time being, Viv looked back to Caio.
“The Lakefront area is beautiful. Expensive, but beautiful.” She’d never want to live there. It was too...perfect. “Ah, yes, Ink Envy. How about we enact a city ordinance that any new business in the Industrial District has to get approval from everyone down at Ink Envy first? It’s been there forever, their reward can be making sure every new business is worthy.”
Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?
"Moving across the country with my husband was pretty damn terrifying. I'd only ever lived in California. My whole life was there. I know that sounds a little silly considering what I do for a living, and everything I know about the world, but still...leaving everything behind was scary."
Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?
"This is such a complicated question. At the end of the day, I think I'm pretty damn brave and strong, and accomplished as hell. Not to mention smart. I've got flaws and issues like everyone else. Am I the best at communicating? No, and I'm sure that makes me less friendly than I ought to be."
Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?
"No. I don't let myself drift off into daydreams and what ifs. I started down that road, I'd never stop."
Someone was fired up and Stag would be lying if he didn’t find it both ridiculously endearing and partially amusing. It was rare for him to express any level of determination, so watching as such a complex emotion drove this woman’s sense of justice was intriguing. “That does sound pretty bad for the residents in the district who can’t afford the rent spike,” he bemused, eyes still alight with some level of humor. “You could always ask them what they’re planning on doing. With a little persuading, you might even be able to persuade them to polish rather than completely renovate. It’d be an improvement without sacrificing the integrity of the property or significantly increase the value.” He’d done deals like that in the past that had been wildly successful, though he had a penchant for glamouring people into finding his deals to be…favorable.
Viv clicked her tongue. “I find that the people buying up places in the industrial district aren’t exactly open to negotiation.” Alright, so she hadn’t really tried to negotiate with them. Unless walking out of her loft in her pajamas and telling them to stop working until the sun was fully up counted as negotiating.
“But I can probably find out what they’re planning. It might not be so bad if it’s just more places to live. I’m just tired of the businesses moving in and pretending like there isn’t already perfectly good spaces already open in the Business District.” She bit her lip, trying to regain herself. There wasn’t much she could do about the situation at the moment...just like everything else in her life. “I take it you don’t live in the Industrial District?”
“‘S kinda the whole point of the word industrial, isn’t it?” he asked, less curious and more in jest. It seemed like such a strange thing to get worked up about, though he imagined she held stronger ties to the community than he did. He loved his fair share of antiques but he loved watching society evolve. “The industry demands renovation and innovation. Times are changing and no one wants to be left behind.”
Viv clicked her tongue. “Industry is bullshit. Renovation and innovation is fine, but not when it’s used as an excuse to destroy. There are plenty of places in the business district already available that don’t need to be renovated or changed. People are buying up property in the industrial district because it’s cheap. They put money into the properties, and it drives up the rent everywhere else in the area.” Alright, so maybe she needed to finish her coffee before discussing the changes to her home district. Still, she thought she had a point. She scrolled through the rest of the article, rolling her eyes as she went. “It doesn’t say what the buyer plans to do with the building yet.”
status: open.
location: old town plaza.
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One of the perks of owning her own business was that Delia could bring Gaia with her any time she wanted. Lately, with all the extra stress VIGILANTE had been causing her, the dog showed up at Tamed Wildes more often than not. For the most part, she curled up on the little dog bed behind the counter while Delia fluttered about the store, but by lunch Gaia usually started getting antsy. Swinging by Express-o for a cold brew and a pup cup, Delia found a spot for them to relax and toss around Gaia’s favorite tennis ball. Unfortunately, Gaia decided that today, Delia wasn’t a satisfactory catch partner. After grabbing the ball Delia’d thrown, Gaia ran up to some unsuspecting stranger, dropping the now soggy ball at their feet. Calling after her normally well behaved dog, Delia ran over to them. “I am so sorry! She’s harmless, just a little over excited - gets that from her mother.” Laughing, Delia crouched down, scratching between the dog’s ears. “I hope she didn’t scare ya or anythin’!”
Out of all the surprises in the world, Vivian felt like a dog running up to her, ball in hand, was one of the best case scenarios. Her usually serious expression gave way to a smile, even as the dog’s owner joined them. “No, no, of course not. How could she ever scare anyone? What a cutie.” She bent down to pick up the dog’s soggy toy. “Would you mind if I pet her?” The dog appeared nice and cute enough, but Viv wasn’t stupid enough to assume it was safe to reach out and touch someone else’s dog. “She seems comfortable in this area. Do you live around here?”
Claudia had always enjoyed her games, she leaned back in her chair, a smirk on her lips. “Okay. Let’s play a little game of would you rather,” the vampire smiled at the poor person who had caught her attention. She paused, lifting the blood laced coffee to her lips. “Would you rather drink human blood for the rest of your life, be bitten by a werewolf, or eat raw meat every day? And that can be any meat of your choice, I’m being generous,” she said with a little giggle despite the nature of the conversation.
“What are we, twelve?” Vivian asked with raised brows. It seemed awfully childish, and yet, there she sat, unmoving. Her nose scrunched at the options, and she batted a hand in Claudia’s direction. “You’re disgusting, you know that? I guess I’d rather be bitten by a werewolf. At least that’s one bite, and then I just have the rest of my life to adjust to.” She shook her head, shuddering a bit. “I’ll bet I can guess which one you’d pick.”
