#viola valen

[thelittleredminx]

💭 Manizeh

“... She has always been ambitious and artful. I remember her insatiable drive to pursue foreign knowledge and her passion for conducting innovative research with inquisitive respect. But, her ambitious desires do not detract from her character. She is a good woman; she who dared risk her life and stability for a people she had never met (irrespective of blood and relation) must be a good woman. I have the utmost respect for Manizeh, and perhaps, I admire her even more than I do my own flesh and blood. For some time, I had wished us to be friends. I wonder whether her aspirations prevent her from accessing such simple pleasures, as they have done for me.” 

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Name: Valen, Viola Player: Laeila.8639 Tumblr: https://thelittleredminx.tumblr.com Active: Yes Main: Yes Faceclaim: Marion Cotillard 

[tyrian-tattler]

The Rally Gone Bad

I guess you could say that tensions are running a bit high now, as reports this morning come from an eyewitness who confirms that Lady Viola Valen; Ambassador to Kryta from Ebonhawke has been shot whilst hosting a rally in the name of the Ebonhawke Independence Party. Lady Valen was whisked away to the hospital after the unknown man responsible was shot by one of her guards. We have been unable to reach her or get any information from her staff regarding her recovery. However, this reporter is vigilant and will keep on the case!

@thelittleredminx

[manizeh]

86 Phoenix, 1330AE

Greetings Lady-Ambassador Valen,

It is hoped this missive finds you in good health.

At the beginning of the year, I presentated and displayed my flora at the Botanical Exhibition in the Grove. It was there that I became aware of the Ascalonian Union of Advanced Medicine.

If you would indulge me in a meeting, I should very much enjoying hearing more of the work your organization does and any possible collaborations with my own as a botanist.

May I suggest the eighty-ninth day of Phoenix in Ebonhawke?

Cordially, Manizeh Aurumstan Macha’s Landing, Lion’s Arch

((@thelittleredminx))

[thelittleredminx]

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

“Tell me,” Viola encouraged, dallying her fingers across the reporter’s wooden desk, “Do you have any ounce of self-respect?” Her prosthetic finger scraped against the maple and idly flicked at a loose piece of parchment (presumably a recently drafted article ready to be published). 

She snatched a few clipped pieces of paper from the desk and scoured the typed words printed on the sheet. Her amethyst iris’ peered over the paper’s rim, “You are a pathetic weasel, aren’t you?” Viola spread her blush lips into a sly leer and ripped the paper in half. The practiced journalist squirmed in his seat and instinctively lunged forward to save the prized document. She scrunched the paper within her gloved palms and tucked both crumpled sheets into her skirt pocket. 

“In future...-You shall consult me or my staff before a single word is printed. If you fail to understand me, I shall make myself even clearer.” 

(( Viola is active and actionable; she is anything but a passive and submissive character. Where some are acted against or acted upon, Viola contrarily acts against and acts upon others in the present tense. She is affective. She does not have the patience or humility to remove herself from a problematic situation. Rather, Viola endeavours to ‘take control’ of any circumstance where she — or a member of her family — is threatened. Above all, her own well-being is of more importance to her, particularly given the current precarious dynamic within her family. ))

thank you for the ask @alissabryliss-fairfax​

[thelittleredminx]

Sprawled across the upholstered divan with her lithe limbs draped over the chair's padded arm and her bare feet tucked underneath a plush cushion, Viola lounged comfortably with her eyes lidded and head propped against her palm.

Viola quirked her brow and peeked through one eye, "Though I do not know you very well, Miss Hale (unlike the rest of the Valen cohort it seems), I did not think you quite so... whimsical," she remarked.

Cosette swatted the noblewoman with a blush brush; the soft bristles poked and jabbed at the corner of her eye. Viola sighed and closed her eyes, listening to Kingsley as he pottered about on the other side of the drawing room, collecting a few used crystalline onto a silver tray. As he scuttled to the rear of the room to draw the beige curtains, he paused beside the gramophone and lowered the pin onto the vinyl record. A full pecussive and symphonic orchestra with their brassy trumpets and clamorous drums filled the room. Kinglsey turned the volume down and retreated.

A faint giggle dissipated from Cosette's lips. "There! You look beautiful," she exclaimed and stood upright from her crouched position. She tucked a hand into her pocket and discarded whatever object she previously held onto and proceeded to announce her departure from Roseden House.

Somewhat surprised and taken aback by the Minister's abruptness. Viola stood and confronted Kingsley in the hallway. She brushed her palms against her skirt and glanced up at the gentleman. He gawked at her. Viola furrowed her brows and jerked her chin forwards, "What?" The gentleman grasped her wrist and vigorously yanked her towards the mirror perched atop the hallstand.

Viola yelped, "That childish little jade! A penis... of ALL things, and good heavens, why?!" She glanced at herself in the mirror with a dull expression, shaking her head as she stooped her shoulders and commanded Kingsley have the maids fetch a wash cloth and a fresh bar of soap. All the while, Viola groaned as she ascended the staircase to the guest suite.

@cosettehale (because of YOU)

If anyone would like a full portrait copy of ‘Viola the Penis Head’, let me know. LMAO. 

[thelittleredminx]

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Unconscious and drenched in sweat, the noblewoman quivered and trembled; her palms instinctively clenched and unclenched in fists around her bedlinen and her limbs jostled and writhed against the mattress. Please, she heard herself murmur. Please stop...- it hurts, she begged. Her head struggled against the satin pillow and her sheets had ruched and crumpled in a bundle at the end of her bed. 

She had not pinned for a month or two. However, there were two distinct track marks where her veins bulged through her forearm and a needle had been hazardously discarded on the floor. 

Don’t, she internally mumbled. It sat a few metres away. It started at her. It growled at her. It snarled and lapped its flush tongue over its glaringly white fangs. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It stalked her through the snow; its padded paws left delicate prints in the hardened slush. Viola gingerly retreated, stepping backwards gradually before she gathered her barely-there slip and dashed (bare-foot) through the woodland. It howled and bolted. It’s hind legs bounded against a few stray rocks that sought to interrupt its path. No, she muttered and skidded along the edge of a ravine. 

In the back of her mind, she saw its gaping maw slick with crimson blood dripping from its sharpened teeth. She saw how its wild and matted fur clung to the marred flesh beneath its hide, and she saw its talons scrape any log or loose piece of wood in its path.  

It always caught her in the end. No matter how far or how fast she ran through the forest, it always caught her and held her neck within its mouth. He always had his hand wrapped around her throat. And when Viola woke, she slid her fingers through her russet locks and tugged viciously at her hair. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” she recited and swallowed a sleeping tablet before drifting into a restless, albeit dreamless slumber.

thank you for the ask @vandir-valarsul

[thelittleredminx]

💭

“... Ah, Lady Luxelen Larkspur; I used to be in awe of this woman and her pretentious grandeur. I sought after her prestige, her delightful frivolity and the respect she ‘supposedly’ demanded from everyone and she did so with a smile and perhaps, false politeness. However, I have since realised that Luxelen does not warrant respect at all. She is as flawed and imperfect as every nobleman and woman, and commoner alike. And frankly, while I have committed some unforgivable acts and have made some heinous decisions...- I dare say that I command more respect than she.”