#violet delacroix

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[mirividalis]

for: @violetdelacroix​ location: near the vidalis estate

“Wait—“ Miri stopped in her tracks, one arm reaching out to grip at Violet’s to pause the other witch. In her other hand she held a cone of soft serve, and they were just about to come upon the gardens of the estate when she’d heard something. A small noise, but something that was familiar. Again, from the thick of the bush she heard it and the brunette gasped, already moving low to try and find the source of it. Parting dense brush, Miri finally found it, a kitten that fit into her hand, mewing pitifully. “Hi sweetie,” she cooed, picking it up and cradling it close to her chest, before turning back to Violet, eyes wide as tiny needle claws knead into her skin. “What should do we do with it?”

[saintcorvin]

for: @violetdelacroix​ location: embassy

Despite all of the hype and chatter about such a city, Corinth had already seemed to be a sort of disappointment for Saint. He roamed the streets of the bay with a cigarette between his teeth, smouldering idly and dropping ash to where it settled over ground passed by shiny, leather shoes. It had a vampire problem, he noted that much for free, matching hungry gazes with his own hard stare— he dared them to try, to draw close enough meet a harsh end as a result of his abilities. Shadows kicked under foot while he walked, toying up like smoke instead of the absence of light, only a practiced look would realize how it clung to him from far corners, as if seeking out a friend. He saw her then, the little witch, with doe eyes and a sweet expression. “I just think that it’s too nice of a day to be angry,” she said and he recognized the tone, the use of it. Curiosity had killed the cat, but he too had nine lives and Saint pressed closer, watching as a tense look shifted into something more complacent, followed by a nod and the agreement that it was too nice of a day to be angry. It was when they moved off that he turned his attention to the witch, amused by the seemingly innocent use of his original gift from Hecate. “You could have gotten more from that.”

[corinthbayrpg]

NAME. Violet Delacroix AGE & BIRTH DATE. 24 & May 16th, 1996 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Witch ( earth + empathy ) OCCUPATION. Cocktail Waitress at Hypnos FACE CLAIM. Madelyn Cline

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: homophobia ) Violet Delacroix has always felt like her life was one long tightrope walk, the wire perpetually extending out far beyond the edge of her sight, but the consequences perilous for falling off. There was a certain burden to her family name, an expectation to live up to, set in place not just by her parents, but by the society in which they lived. An image of perfection to maintain outwardly, despite the cracks forming underneath the surface. Unfortunately for Violet, she was all too aware of those cracks.

Even as a little girl, the witch always seemed to be so attuned with other people. Teachers at school called her an empathetic child, without knowing how right they were. Though too young to recognize the hints of her own budding magic, the sign of who she would become, Violet felt aware of those around her in a way she didn’t know how to put into words. She connected with them, shared in their sadness and their joy, taking it into herself without even realizing it. And these feelings told her secrets, things that a small child shouldn’t be privy to. Like the friction between her parents, the resentment of her older sister, and the frustration of her brother. From the outside, they seemed like the perfect family, the highest standard of power and status in the community of witches in Chicago. On the inside, it felt like a family slowly rotting to the core.

That is not to say everything was entirely bad. Though her relationship with her mother always had a cold distance to it, Violet bonded greatly with her father Andrew and her siblings Camille and Lucian. She was the baby of the family, and all of them treated her as such, something which irritated her at the time, but she would later grow to miss. She grew into a girl with a passion for reading, almost never found without a book in hand, her favorite singer playing as background music at all hours of the day. She took dance classes and music lessons, and received the best instructors for honing her magic — an earth witch, just like her mother. A fact which Violet thought might bring them closer, but Annette’s cold stare never really softened when she regarded her children, no matter how hard they tried.

But no matter how the day went, it seemed as if nothing would waylay the terrors of the night. Plagued by nightmares from an early age, the youngest Delacroix began to fear sleep. The sleeping potions she was given always left her with a terrible groggy feeling, and no other protection spells laid against her mind did much to help either. It wasn’t until years later, when Violet was officially discovered to be an empath, that a workable solution was finally put forth. Unknowingly, she had been taking in the emotions of all those around her throughout the day, in particular their negative feelings, which affected her sleep at night. Only when she began to receive tutelage for her abilities as an empath, how to control what she both received and put back out into the world, did relief finally come.

Things got…. Better, after that. To a point. Not everything was so overwhelming to the young witch anymore. But it was never perfect; not like the outward image the Delacroix family projected. When both her older siblings went off to school, leaving Violet the only child left in the household, Annette’s attention was turned to her youngest daughter. Her mother’s standards were intense, an ever-reaching perfectionist who expected the same from her children, and the pressure only got more extreme after her brother’s scandalous departure. Things had been strange with him for a while, he came home from college once only to abruptly leave again after a mysterious fire in their father’s study. Though no one would tell Violet what had happened, she could only come up with her own conclusions, from the way she had seen him behave in his time at home, and the fact that their sister returned to their childhood home as well. Still, she never approached him on the matter, even when he appeared once again, deciding that he would tell her when he was ready. If only the day actually came. Instead, one day she came home to find both him and her sister gone completely.

Losing both of her eldest children affected Annette in a way Violet hadn’t seen before. Not out of concern for the welfare of said children, but for how it would be perceived by their social circle. The witches of high society Chicago were a gossipy bunch, itching for the newest scandal to use to propel themselves to higher standings. With both Camille and Lucian gone once again, this time with no promise of return, Violet’s success only became that much more paramount. And while one could say that she rose admirably to the challenge, it never seemed to be quite enough to satisfy. But she was poised to handle the burden, getting molded into an exemplary young lady, ready to carry on the legacy of the Delacroix name that both her older siblings had shunned.

One of the expectations placed upon her was that she would marry well, and to someone of their same status. Eager to embody the image both she and her mother wished her to hold, at the age of twenty-two Violet began to date the son of one of her mother’s superficial friends. She’d known him for most of her life, a relationship spanning from the days of their childhoods, and so it only seemed fitting that the two of them end up together. And it was okay. Not love, not like in all the books she’d read, but he was good to her and they were good together. They became the talk of their society, and everyone expected the pair to become a strong power couple to lead the next generation.

But something wasn’t quite right. She tried to ignore it, and did, for a long time. For nearly two years she buried the feeling inside, content that even if he wasn’t the love of her life, she would still be happy with the life they would have together. Or so she thought. But the truth has a way of making itself known, and for Violet, it happened on her twenty-fourth birthday. A magnificent party was thrown by her parents, everyone worth knowing in attendance, and right in the middle of the room with everyone watching, her boyfriend pulled out a ring and dropped to one knee. It wasn’t particularly unexpected, they both knew the connotations that came with their relationship when it began, but still, it was in that moment that the reality set it. Like a bucket of cold water to the face, Violet suddenly had to acknowledge the feelings deep inside that she had so desperately wanted to ignore — that marrying him, or any man, left her feeling sick to her stomach.

So she said no, and ran from the party. The young witch went to her father for comfort when the night was over, confessed to both her parents the fact that she couldn’t go through with it; couldn’t spend her entire life in a marriage that would be a sham, when the only time she’s ever felt the butterflies or giddiness of infatuation was around women. Andrew hugged his daughter, kissed her temple and told her he still loved her. Annette pulled her aside, a mother’s comforting grip on her arm, and spoke in low tones about how such information could ruin Violet. That it would be better for her, really, safer for her, if she kept it to herself. It was in that moment she realized what perhaps her older siblings had discovered long before; that the life that awaited her, if she stayed in Chicago, would never be a life she was truly happy with. And so with her father’s approval and one final goodbye, him even going so far as to take her to the airport, the youngest Delacroix left their family home behind once and for all.

She did not land in Greece immediately. It was a big wide world out there, most of it Violet had never seen, and though the thought frightened her, it was also exciting. She bounced around in the United States at first, exploring new cities in the comfort of her home country, before becoming bold enough to venture outside it’s borders. From England to France to New Zealand, she never stayed in one place for too long, unable to say exactly what she was looking for, only that she would know when she found it. Perhaps it was the pull of the veil that finally drew Violet to Corinth Bay, but within one day of arriving in the city, she had decided she found her place. Fortunate enough to not be cut off from her parents’ funds entirely — something she suspects is her father’s influence — Violet found both an apartment and a place of employment, and plans to set down roots for the long haul, unaware of the fact that both Camille and Lucian are already in the city.

PERSONALITY

+ cheerful, gracious, free-spirited - naïve, headstrong, perfectionist

PLAYED BY ABBY. CDT. She/Her.

[mirividalis]

for: @lucretiarusso and @violetdelacroix​ location: a nice grassy lil park ✨

The veil had returned, but Anastasia had not woken from her coma-- the Vidalis’ matriarch’s slumber meant one thing to the witch who had spent so long tucked away in hiding, desperate to duck out of the way and gaze from those who waited for her to speak or act: there was no more hiding. Diodoros had been right, that what was left of the coven was a family. A family that she had sorely neglected. Whatever problems there were of them to face, it would not happen within the span of an afternoon and the water witch rushed from shop to shop, picking up goods to tuck into a basket, nestling them together before she found a location that she invited both women who had found a sweet place in her thoughts to join her. Miri had just shaken out the blanket to cover the grass and was pulling sandwiches and fruit from the basket when they finally showed up, making her lift her gaze. A hand shielded her squint from the sun and she grinned. “The only rule for my picnic is no shoes on the blanket, and if you don’t like pickles, you’ve gotta give ‘em to me.”

[mirividalis]

for: @violetdelacroix​

Miri burst through the doors of Hypnos, looking more drowned than anything else. She’d spent too long in the rain, willing the sky and the ocean to tug from her what had suddenly gone dormant, but now as her clothes hung from her and dripped onto the flooring, she had someone else to find. She still hadn’t found Levi, nor Ava and Dio, but there were others that she worried about and the witch couldn’t have passed by the club without checking to see if the blonde that she knew stepped within was alright. Her panicky gaze raked over a crowd of those twisting in torment, growing scales or babbling to spaces that lay empty before landing on Violet, whose wide blue eyes mirrored a horror that fit the scene. Miri made her way over, reaching to tuck her hands in her own. “Hey,” she said, seeking out her irises, trying to find any sort of hurt in them. “Are you okay?” There was a touch of desperation that twisted its way around the syllables as she looked over the other woman, “Please tell me you’re okay.”

[mirividalis]

for: @violetdelacroix​

Flaxen hair and bright blue eyes, Miri’s head canted as she watched the other woman move through Hypnos. She’d come back a few times now- more so in the past two weeks than she had the whole year, eagerly trying to see if she was there. It wasn’t unusual for her to want someone, to crave their company and to make a game of snagging their attention, but this fixation drew out worse as she sat at her table. The witch seemed to always get the other server, the irate shifter, and she cast her gaze down towards her cocktail, forming a whirlpool in its contents. Miri lifted it for a sip, and as her eyes lifted, she realized that she was right in front of her. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she set the glass down. “I wondered when you were going to come say hi.”