🔥 vivien lacroix 🔥
the red-handed warlock
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♠️ personality ♠️
with sharp eyes and a silver tongue, vivien can easily charm any person he comes across. his seemingly gregarious demeanor draws people to him, and his intelligence assures that he has something to talk about once they're in his orbit. his web of acquaintances is wide and varied, and he would be the perfect person to add to yours if he wasn't the type to sell you to satan for a corn chip.
...okay, so vivien's not that bad, but if he sees that it's more advantageous to throw someone under the bus than it is to keep them around, then under the bus they go. vivien is opportunistic as all hell, always scheming for ways to make things easier for himself or to one up whatever person is pissing him off that week. his true friendship is rare, and his utmost trust even rarer. fuck him over, and you will not get them back.
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🍎 history 🍎
vivien lacroix has clawed his way up from the soil to the sanctuary, almost literally. from being born on a barren farm on the brink of collapse to attending one of the most prestigious religious schools in the city, he has begged, borrowed, and stole for nearly everything he has.
unfortunately, his time at the academy of the blessed and blighted did not improve his lot nearly as much as he would've liked. the decorated teachers and the noble-born students immediately sniffed out his lowly peasant status, and many endeavored to make his life as hard as possible. his drive to survive was very quickly funneled into the burning desire to show up the prissy rich bastards and dish out as much hell as he was getting. the harassment slowly got to him, however, and he soon decided to fuck the school over one last time.
on the eve of one of the school's holy days, vivien broke into the vault holding its many priceless artifacts, intending to steal as many as he could. but when a trap was triggered and guards swarmed the vault, he was only able to grab one — the staff of athrendiel — before escaping and peacing out of the school for good.
now having thoroughly burned his bridges and having been branded a fugitive in his home town, he travels the roads and generally does whatever he wants, selling fake indulgences and good luck charms to fund his wandering. it's a pretty sweet life, all things considered. now if that staff would stop talking about wanting to kill everyone he could properly enjoy it...
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