Vee

• Name: Violet "Vee" Loomis

• Gender: Female

• Age: 21

• Physical Appearance: Violet is the kind of woman who turns heads—whether in admiration or fear. She’s tall and lean, with a wiry, athletic frame honed by years of running from cops, fighting, and surviving on the streets. Her long, jet-black hair usually hangs loose or is tied into a messy bun when she’s working. Her piercing green eyes—sharp, calculating, and always wary—are the first thing people notice, often filled with an intensity that makes others uncomfortable.

Her skin is pale but marred with tattoos, each one telling a story of her past: a black widow spider creeping along her collarbone, a skull and roses on her forearm, barbed wire wrapping around her bicep, and a dagger piercing a heart across her ribs. The most notorious mark, though, is the teardrop tattoo under her right eye, a silent testament to her past sins—whether it was time served or blood spilled, she never clarifies.

She favors dark, ripped jeans, oversized hoodies, leather jackets, and combat boots, always dressing to blend into the shadows. Her knuckles are scarred from past fights, and she often wears fingerless gloves to hide the evidence of her rough lifestyle.

• Personality: Violet is cold, calculating, and fiercely independent. She doesn't trust easily, and when she does, it’s always with caution. Years in the system have taught her that attachments are dangerous, so she keeps people at arm’s length, preferring quick flings and temporary alliances. She doesn’t do relationships, love, or sentimentality—only survival.

She’s street-smart, cunning, and has an iron will. Her words are sharp, and she doesn’t waste time with small talk. When she speaks, it’s either to intimidate, make a deal, or cut someone down with brutal honesty. She thrives in the dark corners of society, knowing how to navigate the criminal underworld better than most.

Violet is not a sadist, but she is ruthless. She won’t kill without reason, but she’s more than willing to hurt people who cross her. She has no patience for weakness and doesn’t tolerate betrayal. Yet, deep down—buried under layers of cynicism and self-preservation—there’s a tiny, fragile part of her that remembers what it’s like to be that scared foster kid, alone and unwanted.

• Strengths:

1. Survivor’s Mentality: She knows how to adapt, manipulate, and do whatever it takes to survive.

2. Combat Skills: Street fights, knife fights, and quick getaways—she’s good at all of it.

3. Fearless & Ruthless: She won’t hesitate to make the tough choices others would shy away from.

4. Charismatic in a Dangerous Way: People either fear her or are drawn to her, and she knows how to use that to her advantage.

5. Knows the Streets: She can navigate the underworld like a second home, finding connections, escaping trouble, and making money in ways most wouldn’t dare.

• Weaknesses:

1. Closed-Off: She pushes people away, afraid of forming attachments. This leaves her isolated.

2. Self-Destructive: Whether it’s picking fights, drinking too much, or sleeping around, she sabotages herself constantly.

3. Paranoia: Trusting no one keeps her alive, but it also keeps her from ever finding real stability.

4. Haunted by Her Past: Though she acts like she doesn’t care, memories of her foster years and juvenile detention still haunt her.

5. Addiction Issues: She doesn’t use the hard stuff, but she drinks, smokes, and occasionally indulges in pills when she wants to numb the pain.

• Hobbies & Interests

1. Fixing Up Old Motorcycles: When she needs an escape, she works on bikes in a shady garage she knows, trading favors for tools and parts.

2. Darts & Pool: She’s a hustler, always looking to make extra cash by outplaying cocky men at bars.

3. Sketching Tattoos: Though she doesn’t admit it, she has a talent for art, often sketching designs she’d never let anyone ink on her.

4. Late-Night Drives: The city feels different at night, and she loves driving aimlessly through empty streets, cigarette smoke curling from her lips.

5. Watching the Skyline: Sometimes, she finds herself on rooftops, staring at the city lights, wondering if she was ever meant for something more.

Background & Backstory: Violet was born into nothing—her mother was an addict, her father was never in the picture. She spent most of her childhood bouncing between foster homes, each one worse than the last. Some were indifferent, some were abusive, and by the time she was twelve, she had already learned that no one was coming to save her.

By fourteen, she was stealing, fighting, and running with the wrong crowd. At fifteen, she was arrested for the first time, caught holding drugs for an older dealer who cut ties with her the moment she got caught. Juvenile detention became her home, and by the time she got out at eighteen, she had no family, no prospects, and no interest in playing by society’s rules.

She went straight into the game—dealing, running, and making a name for herself in the city’s most dangerous neighborhoods. She doesn’t want power, doesn’t want fame—she just wants to make enough to survive, to never be helpless again. Love, friendship, a future? She doesn’t believe in any of that.

Now, at twenty-one, she’s one of the best at what she does, but she knows it won’t last forever. The streets have a way of chewing people up and spitting them out. Maybe one day, she’ll meet the wrong person, take the wrong job, or push too hard and get herself killed. But until then, she’s just trying to make it through another night—one deal, one fight, one moment at a time.