Vivienne Desrosiers

Golem [Dynamis] | Tonberry [Elemental]

"I just wanted to believe, that even if it never reached them, my voice might still touch someone's heart."

My Story

"Time does not heal all wounds, but it teaches us how to carry them."

Who Am I?I am Vivienne Desrosiers, the sole daughter of a shattered legacy. At least, that's who I used to be.Once upon a time, my family's name opened palatial doors and commanded the respect of kings and queens. Now, it is but a whispered memory, carried on the ashes of a fallen house. That life has crumbled, leaving behind only dust and memoriesNowadays I simply go by V or Vivy. No longer a noble, I’m just an ordinary girl adrift, picking up odd jobs and pieces of myself along the way.I love to dance and sing and often did so when I was younger, a luxury I no longer enjoy outside of work. Now, I dance to earn a living, whether it be on tavern floors slick with spilled ale and vomit, or on stages veiled in shadow. I remember my first job; tavern dancer at the Quicksand. They paid in coin and compliments, the latter mostly expired. I danced not with joy, but out of necessity. However, whatever it may be, my dances provided a moment of respite, a chance for spectators to forget their woes for the evening.I’ve learned to live light on my feet, never staying in one place for long. Life on the road doesn’t give much room for sentiment. The life of fancy dresses and soft feather beds were long behind me. These days I simply wander from town to town, no permanent address, questionable luggage, and a glittery dagger tucked in each boot; "just in case."The world beyond Werlyt was indifferent, but marvelously strange. I make ends meet through picking up numerous odd gigs: mostly tavern work, and freelance fighting when someone's pockets are deep and morals are shallow. I learned to barter secrets for stew, danced for gil, and took on jobs ranging from a kitchen cook, moonlit courier, to one highly regrettable stint wrangling chocobos in Gridania.Trust, I found, was rarer than glamour prisms, earned slowly, and best extended with caution. I have a habit of keeping people at arm’s length, unless of course they offer me food, gossip, or an honest smile.Over time, I learned how to fight with rhythm and finesse. Learned to sweet talk my way into a warm bed. And learned how to lie about my decorated past. “Farmer's daughter,” I used to say. “Just a traveler passing through. Nothing special.” That tale of fiction kept me alive.But one day, when fate was feeling kind, I crossed paths with a young Miqo'te ranger. Scribbled in starlight and wrapped in leather boots, wild-haired, wide-eyed, and infuriatingly optimistic, he offered me not just aid, but kindness. No judgment, no probing questions. His optimism was reckless, radiant, and entirely contagious. He saw light in the world when I had forgotten how to look for it. Through his kindness and conviction, I began to believe in the possibility of change, not just in the world, but in myself.Since then, I’ve fought to become someone worthy of hope and love. Someone unafraid to stand up, speak out, and dance even when the music’s long gone. My journey has never been a smooth road. I’ve fallen, I’ve cried, and I’ve bled, but I always get back up. Why? Because failure may be the clumsiest of dance partners, but it has taught me much and has never abandoned me.I still dance. Still stumble. Still wake in the middle of the night wondering if anyone from home remembers my name. But I’ve made peace with becoming someone new. Someone strange, resilient, and a little too fond of tea leaves and shiny daggers. I am stitched together from velvet scraps and mercenary grit. And in spite of it all, I carry myself with grace. Not because I haven’t fallen, but because I’ve learned how to get back up time and time again.But let's start at the beginning shall we?Chapter 1: The BeginningMy father would always tell me that when he was a child, House Desrosiers stood as a pillar of nobility in Werlyt proud, just, unyielding. We were the stewards of art, culture, and diplomacy, our name etched in the tapestry of the realm. But pride offers no shield against the iron march of the empire. The day the Garleans came, they razed more than homes and walls, they unmade our destiny.Our lands were seized from us, our voices smothered beneath the boot of imperial tyranny. My grandather, a noble and unwavering man, tried to protect us through diplomacy. But the Empire does not parley with dignity, it corrupts it. In order to protect our family, the Desrosiers were forced to become servants to the Empire. We remained nobles in name, but in truth, we were nothing more but puppets.I was born as the sole heiress to House Desrosiers, a title that held little meaning under the Garlean Empire. Under their oppression my life was not my own, my every step shadowed, my every word measured. Growing up I had always longed to escape this life, to journey forth and see the lands out there, but with an overprotective father and the shadow of the Empire looming behind me, such dreams proved to be difficult. However, once in a while when the sun dipped behind Werlyt’s mountains, I would sneak out of my bed chambers and whisk away into the night. Clad in anonymity, I stole away to the city's night life, there, like firelight I would dance and sing across the amphitheater stage. There, I was not Vivienne, heiress and prisoner, I was Velvet: the siren of the night, my dance a spell and my song a rebellion. At night I could live a fantasy, I could escape my cage and dance under the stars.But alas, fantasy is but a fragile armor.One fateful night, a Garlean officer discovered my secret and, drunk on power, sought to claim my hand in marriage, not for love, but for leverage. My father, ever my shield, refused him. In retaliation, the officer wove a venomous lie: that House Desrosiers conspired against the Empire. The punishment was swift and the consequences dire: My father imprisoned. Our name stripped of honor. The Desrosiers legacy, thrown to the wolves. I, on the run for my life.And so came the end of House Desrosiers.Everything that I had known was stolen from me. My name, my home, and my family. With the clothes on my back I fled from Werlyt. I left in silence. No grand farewell, no dramatic vow. Just a borrowed cloak, a map with a coffee stain, and a pair of boots that were far too noble for the mud they’d endure.I did not choose this exile. The road beyond privilege is cruel and cold, yet it is mine to walk. I am no longer a damsel cloaked in velvet. I am a survivor forged in flame and ash. The Garleans took everything from me, and I will not stop until I have done the same to them. The world I once longed to see? Well it sees me now, and it trembles.To be continued....Chapter 2 will be coming soon!

DossierName: Vivienne Elisabeth Desrosiers
Nickname: V, Vivy
Race: Hyur, Midlander
Gender: Female ♀
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, Monogamous
Age: Early 20s
Nameday: 10th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon
Guardian: Azeyma the Warden
Relationship Status: In a relationship
Birthplace: Werlyt
Languages: Common
Current Occupation: Retired Noble Heiress, Part-Time Tavern Dancer (Tips Appreciated) Occasional Adventurer, Full-Time Mischief-Maker
Alignment: Chaotic CharmingAppearance
Hair: Blonde (Naturally Red)
Height: 5 fulms 3 ilm
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: IvoryNotable Features: Typically wears a fair amount of makeup, usually eyeliner, and red lipstick. Often times will have some sort of ornament in her hair; typically a blue flower gifted to her by her beloved. Red is her favorite color and she will often be seen wearing it regularly.Description
A girl born into Nobility, Vivienne has since left that life behind and now walks the world as a dancer, adventurer, and hopeless tea addict. Her family legacy, shattered by the Garlean Empire left her with nothing but a jeweled dagger and defiant grace. Cunning, impulsive, and heartbreakingly sincere, Vivienne is loyal to a fault, terrible with money, and unwavering in her pursuit of a life rebuilt on her own terms. She hides behind aliases, tea leaves, and theatrical flair, but those who earn her trust find a companion forged in fire; strange, radiant, and utterly unforgettable.Personality
Kind, compassionate, and outgoing but somewhat unpredictable. Warm-hearted and outwardly radiant, she dazzles with friendliness, but behind that charm lies a shy streak, especially when meeting new individuals. Her noble upbringing taught her the art of charm and etiquette, but years of living in exile taught her to be vigilant. A lifetime spent glancing over her shoulder has left her cautious with whom she deals with. Though, she is a very caring and loyal companion to those who have gained her trust, as steadfast as she is theatrical.She can be naive, having a sheltered childhood she lacks common knowledge about the comings and goings out in the real world, but she does her best to hide this fact. She wears her emotions on her sleeves, often times you don't have to wonder what she's thinking about because she will typically let it be known.She is impulsive in ways that are both endearing and mildly catastrophic. She frequently bites off more than she can chew and has been known to buy hats she will never wear.Yet for all her chaos and contradictions, Vivienne is deeply loyal, fiercely affectionate, and gloriously theatrical. She feels everything, does too much at once, and never apologizes for being entirely herself.Voice Claim

Likes:
- Dancing
- Interior Design
- Tea
- Rain (The melancholic kind, perfect for window-staring)
- The color red
- Large open fireplaces (ideal for reading, brooding, or seductive lounging)
- Dramatic monologues delivered to no one in particular
- Receiving compliments she pretends to deflectDislikes:
- Rude people
- Wet socks
- Maps without a dramatic backstory
- Not being allowed to dance on tables
- Silence (Unless it's dramatic silence)Other random facts:
- Carries a small flask labeled “Emergency Confidence”
- Collects perfume she will never wear, but insists they match an emotion "She hasn't felt yet"
- Keeps a journal but mostly fills it with doodles of hats she wants to steal.
- Refuses to fight anything cuter than a Carbuncle.
- Uses tea leaves for fortune-telling, despite having no real skill, confidently wrong.Jobs
Dancer: "What began as a way to dazzle the inebriated masses quickly evolved into something far more... exhilarating. With a twirl of my heel and a flick of my wrist, I learned that grace makes for a formidable weapon, be it a stone, a dagger, or a chakram soaring through the air!"Red Mage: "The Desrosiers were avid fencers, and my father expected no different from me. I practically grew up with a Sword in my hand, although I never had to use it until recently. Alas, my beloved blade lies broken, and my coffers echo with regret."Monk: "Life in a tavern teaches many things: how to pour ale with one hand and throw a punch with the other. I've honed my knuckles against rowdy patrons and musclebound miscreants. Care for a friendly spar?"Warrior: "I went lumbering once. I found out that swinging an axe with wild abandon was an excellent deterrent."Astrologian: "I've got a knack for fortune telling, yes I know, I'm multi-talented. I've been told by many that I'm psychic, or did they call me a psycho? Some call it misfortune-telling, I prefer to say I specialize in surprise outcomes. You didn't see that coming? Neither did I!"Botanist: "Blame the tea. One sip turned into a ritual, and the ritual into obsession."Culinarian: "I spent quite a bit of time working as a cook in numerous taverns. Would you like a taste of my stew? My cuisine once drove a grown Hrothgar man to tears!"

OOCVirgo. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Anime, and Gacha Enjoyer. ADHD Haver.Hello! Real life Vivienne here, I'm a returning FFXIV player, having not played in quite some time, I am stepping foot into Dawntrail for the first time! I'm also still fairly new to the RP world (It's been less than a year), but I'm always looking for a new adventure to learn and grow. I am open to any advice that anyone may have for me! I am open to In-Character and Out-of-Character interactions, but please respect my privacy if I refuse to talk about certain things. I'm down to become friends both, IC and OOC, I would love to have more folks to hang and play with, or just hang out and chat! All I ask is that you please be kind and respectful!RP Style:
I will typically mirror my partner to the best of my ability. Whether it be multi-paragraphs or simply chatting. Please bear in mind that I'm still fairly new and learning the ropes so patience is greatly appreciated!Rules
I'm wllling to:
- SFW RP
- Casual RP
- SOME OOC interactions* (Please don't get too personal, I value my privacy).I'm not willing to:
- NSFW RP
- Start a relationship (I am already in a relationship and am not interested in a polygamous or polyamorous relationship),
- Discuss extremely personal IRL information about myself
- Please do not kill my character or permanently maim her!
- Please don't be rude or hateful!Mare: WIP