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Victoria's posture shifted somewhat; a hip jutted out and a hand came down to rest against it while still supporting the coffee holder with the other hand and its relatively warm cups (if they got cold coffee they could reheat it; this was, in some ways, way more important.)

"It is quite all right, young Kang." She spoke as if she'd been alive for thousands of years, but the truth is that manner of speaking hadn't gone out of vogue until even recently. She just didn't change who she was for anyone, let alone to impress someone. Instead, her mouth twitched up at one corner into a half-smile.

Animal spirit or not, Vievecor needed more spirit representation. It felt as if their numbers had dwindled which, in and of itself, was a good thing; people were moving on and able to find closure... but at the same time it meant that the support behind any measures that the Spirits wanted to bring forth ended up weaker by comparison. Even with Victoria Wu's stoic presence across the table, people weren't exactly keen to give leverage to one of the least populous (and harder to come by, what with the very specific way that spirits were created and it being almost impossible to recreate with any sort of accuracy, though it didn't mean Victoria wasn't researching ways...) and most easily overlooked groups within the city's borders.

She looked over his slightly transparent self, her own form seeming almost wholly solid in that moment, though if he stared too long at her feet he'd notice a waver like a mirage at times — her concentration was good - VERY GOOD - but it wasn't infallible — but she tended to keep eyes focused up on her own, "Did you have... plans for the day?"

How does one talk to the young people... animals? spirits turned peopleish? Okay, boomer.

Kang was a spirit and that meant that he did not need to sleep as much as other species. What use was sleep for the dead when they could keep wandering? Taking early morning runs was something of a habit for him these days as he made his way out of the Chissob Hills district and into The Shipyard.

When he heard a voice ahead of him, he slowed down, not wanting to startle whoever it belonged to. He had managed to come up on a number of unassuming humans over the last few months and shocked them to varying degrees given how light and near inaudible he was even as he was running on concrete.

"Sorry. Just on my morning run," the fox spirit said when he finally got close enough to see who it was. When he recognised her, Kang's eyes widened. It was one of the spirit elders of Vievecor City and surely someone like Victoria would not know of a relatively young animal spirit like him. "Uh, good morning..." he said, wondering if he should be bowing or something to show respect.

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Victoria could drift through every district with a presence of belonging. There were very few places in the entirety of Vievecor City that she could go and feel out of place — if any — and that meant her options were open when choosing things like coffee shops or gyms to favor.

Chissob Hills was known for its wolves and, in Victoria's opinion, they spent the most time on their physical upkeep. They had enhanced abilities, yes, but they had to work a lot harder than, say, a vampire to keep themselves in shape. It meant that any gym she'd find herself in in that district would challenge her in some way... or afford her ways to challenge herself.

The news of the data leak had not affected Victoria as much as it had her 'peers'. She wasn't big on social media — she had an instagram at the behest of a former patient but avoided things such as twitter and facebook — but her feed is curated and mostly pictures of the coast in the Shipyard and the moon at night. Very tame. She's not the type to document her goings-on on her phone and instead has analog notebooks hanging around at her house that would probably expose everything about her... but good luck on anyone getting in and surviving long enough to find those, honestly.

She was dressed in a long-line sports bra and leggings — both a shade of blue that bordered on other-worldly and rainy — with sensible white tennis shoes. She was looking to... sweat, per se. Perhaps it was more a want to keep her form tight or the idea that her physical form mattered; hard to say, but it meant that as Luke turned to snarl as she sidled up next to a rack of weights, she merely blinked down at him impassively, "Mm."

Where: Gym in Chissob Hills. Who: Open Starter || @vievecorcitystarters​ 

To say Luke was furious about the data breach was an understatement. The punching bag he’d been taking his frustration out on nearly flew off it’s hinges in his last round of punches. Not only was he in hot water at the precinct, but now he was having to explain himself to the Elders, jeopardizing everything he’d built here in VC. He wasn’t terribly worried about his more risqué content, that stuff was already all over VC by now. It was the content that implicated him in a number of police cases he’d worked, and fixed, all in the name of upholding the golden rule. The reports he’d kept and turned into the elders now displayed themselves all across the internet, along with the names of his family. It was enough to bring him to the brink of dawning “Turner the Terror” once again, but he resisted. Instead, he chose to work out his frustration the only way he knew how. He let out a growl of frustration at the thoughts racing in his head before dropping to the floor into aggressive push ups. Luke nearly lost count when he heard the newcomer arriving, his nostrils flaring in frustration as he looked up to them. “I suggest you fuck off. I’m not in the mood,” he snarled angrily.

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where: the shipyard - on the way to the sanitarium when: 6 am whom: open

Victoria Wu is a woman known for her punctuality. It wasn't that she felt it necessary to impress others with showing up on time, but more of a standard she held herself to.

She got up (so to speak) every morning at 4 am to begin her routine. Some people would find the act of morning meditation and reading to be trying or trite, but Victoria had grown accustomed to her routine and was set in her ways.

Often, if she had extra time, she would make her way to the nearest coffee shop and pick herself (and a couple of colleagues) up some coffee — simple, black; sugar to taste — and make her way to the Sanitorium by no later than 5:30... she liked to be there early.

The early morning mist meant that she had some damp on her features and her hair was sparkling in the sunlight peeking through the cloud cover to shine down over her and the others awake at that gods forsaken hour.

Each step was poised and clear, her heels far too high for absolutely zero reason at all other than it made sure that people often had to look up at her and it fed her need for control and dominance.

She didn't expect to see anyone that morning, given that she rarely did, but lo and behold... coming through the misty haze in front of her a figure, her face neutral but forcing a slight curve at either side of her mouth; friendly, perhaps? it was hard to tell with Victoria.

"Did not expect to see anyone out this early but me..." the tone was hard to place; did she even want to be having this conversation? Victoria was strange like that and it didn't help that she couldn't entirely see them just yet but wanted to make sure they knew just who exactly they were approaching.

No one fucks with Victoria Wu.

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The cold mist in the morning that clings to the flowers and windows like gossamer; the feeling of being watched by a predator with nothing around; a cold finger against the side of your neck and the whisper in your ear; a deadly nightshade potted beautifully; plum blossoms littering cobbled pathways through the park.

BASELINE

Name: Victoria Wu Age: 200+ Gender Identity: Cis female Ethnicity: Chinese Occupation: Psychiatrist at Vievecor Sanitorium Socioeconomic status: Irrelevant — she's comfortable Education: Informal — intelligent/self-taught Other notes: Material wealth comes easy for someone who lives for so long, as does finding a job and learning everything you need to know to survive. She never attended any University but has forged degrees that pass and is, regardless of what might be fabricated on paper, quite adept at what she does. She's studied longer than most doctors and that's what matters, in her opinion.

PHYSICAL PROFILE

Eye color: Brown Skin color: Pale Hair color: Brown Height: 5'7" Weight: 135 lbs Body type: Lithe/Willowy Fitness level: strong core, lithe muscles Tattoos: none Scars/Birthmarks: a birthmark on her left hip that looks like a jellybean; various scars on her body from her past though none on the face. Distinguishing features: Her eyes have a sort of steely hardness to them that brooks no follow-ups when she gives a command. Disabilities: None known. Fashion style: Elegant and casual; easily put together. Accessories: Various bits of jewelry though the thin alloy chains she wears around her neck and a ring in the same alloy on her right middle finger seem to be mainstays; her nails are always manicured. Cleanliness/Grooming: Manicured, clean, immaculate; perhaps it's easier for a spirit. Posture/Gait: Shoulders-back, neck-straight, think "MURDER". Tics: She will both look at her nails and rub the pad of her forefinger across her thumbnail when annoyed. Coordination: Impeccable Weaknesses: All things spirits are weak to Other notes: Victoria's fitness is oft-times irrelevant because of incorporeality but she is fit. It comes from years of training and martial arts (Nanquan, more specifically, Hung Ga Kuen) and has the discipline and form to prove it. Perhaps if one finds out her past they'll know more.

PSYCH PROFILE

Personality type: Architect (INTJ) Personality traits: Poised, confident, demanding, calm, intimidating, secretive, enigmatic, practical Temperament: phlegmatic  Introvert/Extrovert: Introverted; can command a room and will but prefers to observe. Mannerisms: Authoritative speech even in social conversations; attention to detail and presence. Educational background: Not an issue when and where she was from, but the woman is intelligent and self-taught in a lot of areas. It comes with age. Spatial Intelligence: Excellent Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: Excellent Musical Intelligence: Fair Linguistic Intelligence: Excellent Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: Excellent Interpersonal Intelligence: Poor Intrapersonal Intelligence: Good Naturalistic Intelligence: Poor Self-esteem: Above Average Loves: Plum Blossoms; Puppies; Learning; People who know themselves. Morals/Virtues: Strong work ethic; dedicated; righteous(ish) Phobias/Fears: None she'll admit. Angered by: Impudence; people who get in her way; questioning her on things she's knowledgeable in. Pet peeves: People who bite their nails; procrastinators; liars. Obsessed with: Her own status and well-being. Routines: Meditation every morning before going to work; reading a few hours before most people would sleep; rest. Bad habits: She, on occasion, will smoke if she has a body with which to do so. Desires: Knowledge; status; power; (quietly) love. Flaws: She is so focused on the whole of her plans she sometimes to forge relationships; she can be very deceptive and secretive; she is very self-absorbed. Secrets: She might remember bits of her past from time to time; she haunts some civilians if they cross her but does so discreetly; she has had secret crushes on several people but will never approach. Regrets: Not realizing how she died yet; not spending more time on herself. Accomplishments: Exceptional in her fields of study and quite a good psychiatrist even if she does use... questionable means; lives comfortably on her own without the need for others; has a voice on the council. Memories: The flashes she gets that she thinks might be from her past but is never sure (or denies) include the scent of burning wood and hair, the abjuration of her oaths (whatever they were), the bowing heads of men that she looks down over, many gold coins, and the smell of sea air. Other notes: A lot of her psyche revolves around who she is now, though it is likely informed by who she was before she died. Emotional muscle memory is a thing and she finds herself falling into patterns that she doesn't understand where she got them from. She is so sure of herself, her status, and her position that even though they are her desires they are being sated; they will remain in the forefront, however, to make sure she doesn't slip.

ARCHETYPE

Character archetype: The Boss. Character arc: Moral-Descending leaning Flat Arc. Core values: Power, trust, status. Internal conflicts: meshing a desire for love with a desire for personal space; wanting more power versus having to deal with the people to get it; sureness of herself versus the lack of concrete details on her past. External conflicts: Her work as a psychiatrist versus her work as a council member; balancing life as a spirit and all her spoon versus her life as HBIC. Epiphanies: She is already where she wants to be but will continue to press forward for more. Significant events: Death until current day has been a whirlwind of them: the wandering of America - the watching how America formed - starting to study whatever piqued her interests - becoming adept at things after death that she hadn't been before - becoming adept at things she probably was adept at before death and reapplying them to life now - finding Vievecor - settling in Vievecor - taking her place on the council - pushing forward. Other notes: Her Archetype and character arc are meant to be interesting. Because of the fact that she is 'The Boss' she is assuredly always herself, and while there is room for wiggling in terms of where she arcs too, it would likely be a decline into immorality rather than a rising arc, but most likely to stay a flatline of her being exactly whom she is but the people around her changing and evolving in time and influencing her story in that regard.

SCALES

Optimist/Pessimist/Realist/Nihilist/Cynic

Extrovert/Introvert

Honest/Lies Sometimes/Lies a Lot/Deceptive

Arrogant/Confident/Somewhat Confident/Somewhat Unconfident/Unconfident/Cowardly

Selfless/Others Over Self/Self Over Others/Selfish

Humorous/Somewhat Humorous/Neither/Somewhat Serious/Serious

Reserved/Somewhat Reserved/Somewhat Open/Open

Extremely Trusting/Trusting/Average/Suspicious/Extremely Suspicious

Neat Freak/Organized/Somewhat Messy/Messy/Extremely Messy

Logos/Ethos/Pathos

Very Patient/Patient/Somewhat Patient/Somewhat Impatient/Impatient/Very Impatient

Loyal/Neither/Backstabbing

Lots of Energy/Some Energy/Average/Little Energy/No Energy

HEADCANONS

Victoria does not accept nicknames. She only accepts people calling her Victoria.

As long as she has been alive, one would think she had some clue as to what it was that had happened to her to make her remain tethered, but she still has no idea and has tried to embrace life as a spirit. To that point, she did not die of natural causes, and the image of her body holds a few scars across its surface. Whatever DID happen to her was not pleasant but she cannot say for sure, one way or another, whether it was warranted. All she knows is that she’s still here and still kicking… so to speak.

She falls in love often but very rarely acts upon it. Someone more or less has to approach and try to date her for it to happen. She’s spent so long watching the lives of others play out in these scenarios to not want it herself and to not fall head over heels since she has no idea if her own life found that kind of fruition, but perhaps its just a longing for something she’s lost.

Victoria refuses to take guff from anyone. There might have been a time in her life that she would have wilted at authority but that day has long passed and she knows she speaks from a place of authority. Sometimes she need not say anything at all to get across the idea that whatever is being broached is not something she wishes to talk about. It’s not a glare, it’s not a frown, it is just her existence, presence, and the fact that she has said nothing that speaks to that. This sway also applies to her position in the Council. She doesn’t often offer up her own ideas for advancement or moving forward but, I’d like to think, if she were to throw her weight behind something that the rest of the members would take notice. There’s just a presence about her.

She trained in Nanquan martial arts when she was alive and, though she does not know how or when, is fairly adept in it, especially the discipline of Hung Ga Kuen and it makes her fairly formidable in a physical fight (should she have a wholly physical form) meaning she can take care of herself even without her spirit powers so to speak.

Because of the state and rumors surrounding the Shipyard, Victoria has managed to build herself a nice place with beautiful amenities without having to dip into any money she has squirreled away too deeply. The property values are dirt cheap and so she took over an abandoned warehouse and, over the years, has modified and retrofitted it to fit her needs. Inside looks like a spacious art gallery almost with a large, loft-like living space up a set of industrial stairs. It’s understated and beautiful and has a collection of artifacts that likely haven’t been seen for years. She has no extra beds upstairs in the loft area but she does have a couch that people can stay on. Possibly. If she were to invite someone over.

INSPIRATIONS

Xu Xialing (Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings), Miranda Priestly (the Devil Wears Prada), Dana Scully (the X-Files), Yennefer (The Witcher), Big Barda (DC Comics)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Bad Bitch — With Victoria's own position she would likely gravitate towards having a 'best friend' whom was in a similar position. Someone with power, poise, and who refuses to take shit from anyone and though they won't gossip (often) or exchange fashion tips they spend quite a bit of time together discussing other, more important things. 0/1

Slow Burn — in all the time she's been (un)alive she's never truly had a romance. It's not that she doesn't have the capacity for it, because of course she does, but it is hard for her to pursue anyone because of how she carries herself. This would be someone who actively found interest in her and pursued her. They will first build into a friendship, there will be tension and rebuffing and all that fun stuff, then eventually they'll spark (I believe in us.) 0/1

Admirer — someone who, like above, found interest in Victoria. It doesn't have to be romantic or anything like that but they do pursue her in their own way. We can work out how the reception would be and plot out anything (how far its gotten, etc) to see if they've formed any kind of relationship from it (enemies, friends, etc) 0/2

Spirits — there was a time when Victoria felt as if their kind might one day overrun the likes of others, but she miscalculated how many people would feel compelled to cling to the mortal realm after passing. This means that new spirits do get some attention from Victoria and she'll even try to mentor some, if necessary. ∞

Co-Workers — anyone who works at the Sanitarium gets some of Victoria's attention because they are so closely related to her work, which she takes very seriously. This can be friendly or contentious, depending on your wants. ∞

Anything and everything you might have in mind! just hit me up.

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Trapped in my own memories

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