[app] scorched

[hasevolved]

Out of Character Information

player name: Kai
player livejournal: anewrevelation (kairaptor on dw)
playing here: Ciel Phantomhive and Erika Furudo!
where did you find us? From Het. 8D
are you 16 years of age or older?: YUS

In Character Information

character name: Violet Harmon
Fandom: American Horror Story
Timeline: Post season one.
character's age: Eternally sixteen.

powers, skills, pets and equipment: Violet’s a typical teenager, and doesn’t really have any special powers or abilities. She knows music and literature, is a good student, and probably comes with a pack of cigarettes. Something of mention is that after episode six, she begins to see the ghosts of the house, and is able to send them away. Tate tells her that this is because she is "evolved," and previously, Billie Dean stated that once someone is "chosen," they have no choice in whether or not they want to have to interact with spirits. Because of this "evolution," Violet is able to make Maria's ghost disappear simply by saying "go away." However, it is discovered later that this is due to her being one of the ghosts, herself.

canon history: Here!

personality: "My fierce little girl. Just like her mom. Smart and beautiful... no need to be like anyone else." From the very beginning of the series, it's evident that Violet is an individual. She shows a willful and almost rebellious streak, openly insulting her parents, swearing, smoking, and generally voicing her opinions on everything, however unpopular. She initially expresses distaste for the old house that she and her family move into, but eventually grows attached to the place with an almost shocking passion, telling Viviene that if they move out of the house, she'll leave them both.

Such attitude toward her parents continues throughout the series. When eating dinner, the teen's blatant disrespect and displeasure toward Ben and Viviene is apparent in her saying such things as "I'm pretty stuffed on bullshit" and "... Both of you kind of make me want to kill myself." She also has no qualms in calling her mother weak, her father pathetic, and seeing the boy her father has expressly warned her not to be around. Despite her frequently negative feelings toward her parents, she does have moments of an almost childlike weakness. After their home is invaded, Violet makes a point of telling her stricken mother that she was brave during the incident. And even after all of her father's missteps, Violet runs to him in panic, calling out for him when Tate suggests they commit suicide together.

Violet does care for her parents, and for a select group of others. She comes to develop strong feelings for Tate after he initially shows their similarity. Though learning the truth of his past causes a distraught Violet to "attempt" suicide, their bond still grows stronger as the series goes on. She trusts him to solve her bullying problem, to help her and Viviene during the break in, to comfort her, and to remain a constant when everything else is in turmoil. Violet seems to open up the most to Tate during her depression, shutting herself up to her parents and the rest of the world while confiding in the dead boy that she believes she is protecting. Another that she cares about is Adelaide, the young woman from next door. Though Addie scares the whole family at first, appearing in their house without warning, Violet eventually comes to respect her, chatting with her on Halloween when Addie wanted to go as "a pretty girl, like you, Violet!" Adelaide's death comes as a real blow to Violet, who had recently started seeing her as a genuine and innocent person.

Violet's true strength lies in her spirit, however. Her fierce will and attitude are what set her apart, and are what give her courage in many times of distress. When faced with the bullies early on, she refuses to transfer to another school, because she doesn't want to run away. Instead, she not only fights back physically, but uses Tate to scare her enemy away. She also makes a few attempts against their home intruders, even when the situation appears hopeless. She speaks her mind to everyone, for the most part, even to the students who come to harass Tate at the old house. She is also said to be very smart, as Ben tells someone over the phone in episode ten that she was an A-student, up until the current semester. Aside from book smarts, Violet has a sharp tongue and sarcastic wit, bickering casually with her classmates, her parents, and others. Her weakness lies beyond that boldness, though.

As the show goes on, Violet becomes increasingly depressed, taking to cutting herself. However, this could be more a cry for help or attention rather than true suicidal intentions, as she leaves the door to the bathroom open when doing so. When she and her family go through more and more insane experiences, she begins to stay in her room all day, barely eating, and not going to school. All she seems to do during these times are read, listen to music, talk to Tate, and occasionally interact with some of the other ghosts (as she is seen playing ball with Bo.) The depression culminates in her learning of Tate's violent background, and that combined with all of the ghosts leads her to down a bottle of sleeping pills. Though it is initially suggested that Tate is able to revive the unconscious girl, it is later revealed that Violet died after all, and is unknowing of her death at this point.

why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Because Violet is (currently unbeknownst to her) unable to leave the house, it would be cool to be able to play her in a different setting. Also, I think that she would definitely enjoy being in a steam punk-like setting.

Writing Samples

Network Post Sample: Wait, seriously? What's happening now? After everything in that crazy house, there's no way that I'm going to take this lying down. I mean it. We're dealing with enough back there; no one needs a "missing person" case to handle, too. ... I guess when it comes down to it, though, I don't care. Mom's locked up, so she won't even notice. And Dad--

[There's a distasteful breath.] Whatever. Serves him right, all he's put us through. And I bet he'd say this is good for me, anyway, getting away from the house. He'd say something like how being there gives me post-traumatic stress disorder, or some shit.

But, seriously? I need to get back there. I said I didn't want to leave, and I meant it. There's a part of me in that place now. I know what I said before, but this is different. I have to watch out for Tate. Plus, all my stuff's there. Like I'm going to hang around here without my iPod to drown people out. Yeah, I don't think so.

You could at least tell me where I am, or what's going on. I've had enough of mind games for one lifetime, and this definitely counts as another one.

Third Person Sample: A horribly vivid image of Tate had plastered itself over her eyes, whether they were staring ahead or clamped shut. It was more of a movie reel, really... an endless loop of her closest companion's last day, as she envisioned it. She imagined him gathering his weapons, straight-faced, unfeeling. Imagined him never hesitating, never pausing. Determined. Resolute. Ready for a battle that he had created in his own head.

Her breath caught in her throat as the faces of those students from the beach swam into the picture. There had been a deep sorrow beneath their raised voices, their blood-stained clothes. She knew that regret, but couldn't relate. Their lives had been so normal, so blameless. And here she was, in the murder house, with crimson streaks up and down her arms.

"You see?" the voices of the students said instead of her head, a collective whisper. "Do you see now what he's done? What he did to us" She clamped her hands over her ears, whimpering pitifully. She willed them to shut up, to get the hell away. Even if it was all true, that person... that murderer couldn't have been Tate. Right? Because he understood, and he was all she really had left in this god-forsaken house.

Stumbling back into her room, Violet saw three simple words scratched onto her chalkboard that made her breath stop in her lungs. I love you. How much effort had it taken him to write that for her? He had done it as a comfort, surely. As a message that she would never be alone.

It was ironic, then... how isolated she felt at that moment.

Crying, vibrating with fear, the girl half-collapsed onto her bed. It was too much. Everything, from everyone, was too much at this point. She had tried to be strong, had pushed herself on and on. But gunshots sounded in her ears, mingled with strangled cries and a whispered "I love you," and she couldn't hear her own voice anymore. Between shaking breaths, her hands scrambled to find the bottle of sleeping pills nearby, and she managed to wrench off the top. Almost unable to see, Violet's hands brought a pill to her mouth. Two, three, ten. She almost choked as she forced them down, practically emptying the bottle in her craze.

I'm just going to be another part of this house, she thought bleakly, lying her head down on the bed. A dark haze was draping over her like a blanket, wiping away all of the noises, the thoughts. Dimly, she was aware of her vision going dark, and of a new voice in her ear. But, she couldn't hear it.

The darkness had truly taken her this time.

Anything else? WE GOT BATS.