Viviane Leclerc

Name: Viviane Leclerc

Appearance: Viviane has a golden-tanned complexion and her nose is slightly broad at the base, with a rounded tip evidence of her half Berber heritage. Her dark hair is kept in a soft updo, or worn loose under silk headscarves in jewel tones or she wears the scarf around her neck. She has honey brown eyes. She often wears oversized sunglasses and she wears flowing dresses with cinched belts, gold bangles, and heeled sandals.

Age: 32 years old

Personality: Clever, composed, and utterly self-contained. Viviane is a master of holding a room without appearing to try. She’s charming when needed, disarming when it suits her, and coldly strategic underneath. Doesn't trust people easily. But she’s actually a very nice person and won't hesitate to help someone if they need it. Humorous and flirty.

Occupation: Officially, Viviane is a cultural correspondent for a French fashion and lifestyle magazine, currently documenting the European bohemians, exiled royals, and creative misfits drawn to Morocco’s coastal cities. Unofficially, she is a CIA asset assigned to monitor Soviet diplomatic maneuvering in North Africa—particularly in Tangier and Casablanca, both critical Cold War junctions due to their ports, embassies, and neutral stance. She handles dead drops, tracks defectors, and disrupts Soviet efforts to recruit among displaced revolutionaries and expats.

Ethnicity: French-Algerian

Setting: 1966 in Tangier, Morocco, during its post-international zone phase. The city is still a cultural crossroads: Arab, Berber, Jewish, European, and American influences. Viviane lives in a riad tucked into the medina, surrounded by jasmine vines and mosaic fountains. Her favorite haunts include rooftop lounges, seedy port cafés, and the Cinémathèque. She makes regular “journalistic” trips to Fez and Casablanca.

Sexuality: heterosexual

Backstory: Viviane grew up in French Algeria at the tail end of colonial rule. Her childhood was marked by friction. Her mother was Berber seamstress from Kabylia and her father was a French colonial officer. As a child of both worlds, Viviane never truly belonged to either. During the Algerian War of Independence (1954–1962), she watched her homeland unravel—bombings, curfews, arrests. At 20, her family fled to Marseille as pieds-noirs, refugees in their supposed homeland. The bitterness of that displacement never left her. She spent the early ‘60s in Paris—first working at a hotel, then as a translator for American diplomats. One of them noticed her aptitude, her accentless English, and her knack for reading people. A discreet recruitment followed. By 1964, Viviane was placed in Tangier, a city where people disappeared in the fog and no one asked too many questions.After her father’s death in the early stages of the Algerian struggle, her mother smuggled them into mainland France. Growing up in Lyon, Viviane felt the dissonance of her mixed heritage—never quite French enough, never fully Berber anymore. Intelligent and observant, she was recruited by French intelligence in her late teens for surveillance work in universities and art circles. Eventually, she was offered to the Americans in a Cold War information trade. Her skills in Arabic, French, and Spanish made her ideal for North Africa, and she was stationed first in Cairo, then Madrid, and finally Tangier, where her blend of old-world grace and colonial familiarity gave her quick access to powerful men and transient secrets. Though she works for the CIA, she distrusts them as she is only useful to them for a time and then she is sure she could be discarded later. But for now she appreciates the pay. She’s loyal to survival—not to flags. She has several men on her radar that she keeps tabs on and sends information about them to the CIA: Colonel Alexei Malenkov, KGB counterintelligence head in North Africa and Mounir el-Hadid, international arms smuggler who plays all sides.

Relationships: Henri Duval (old flame, now a French attaché in Rabat): He still tries to rekindle something. She meets him when she needs information, not affection. Tariq el-Hassan (Moroccan antiquarian): She suspects he’s a Soviet intermediary posing as a collector. He suspects she’s more than she claims to be. Jack Donovan, 48, is her direct point of contact with the CIA and she reports to him. Viviane has a secret crush on Jack even though he is like a father figure to her.

Likes: Oud music,Rooftop sunsets,champagne,Books of poetry, perfume, antique coins,Cats

Dislikes: Bureaucracy, especially State Department pencil-pushers. Men who assume she’s just a pretty face. Loud American tourists. Talking about her past in Algeria.

Approach to Romance: Viviane is careful with affection. She has no current romantic partner, though she sometimes flirts. She knows passion can be a liability, especially in her line of work. While she’s had lovers, she guards her heart like state secrets to protect herself and any men she is involved with.

Other: She carries the following gadgets with her all the time: Lipstick Pistol, Concealed 4.5mm single-shot firearm disguised as lipstick for emergency use. Tiny camera hidden in a cigarette case. Lockpicks. Cyanide pill. And other common gadgets used by spies in the 1960s. Also carries a Walther PPK pistol. She is trained in defensive combatives from the CIA, not enough to win against a man in a fight but enough to create a few seconds’ opening to flee, draw a weapon, or blend into a crowd.

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