* full name: Vivienne Marietta Lefévre (vivi-ENNE le-fèvr)
* age: Twenty years old
* d. o. b.: September 24
* born in: northeastern California, but she lives more around central California now
* heritage: She has French, Irish and Italian roots. Both of her parents were born and raised in the US.
* sexuality: She's a lesbian, but she's still mostly in the closet about it.
* appearance: She stands at 5’7” and is slim and healthy, with light feminine curves and lean muscle as a direct result of her active participation in local gymnastics programs over the years. Her hair is just past chest-length, medium brown and naturally somewhat wavy-ish, with shorter side-swept bangs that are usually side-swept. She has mossy green eyes and long, curly eyelashes. She doesn't wear makeup very often, if at all. Her skin tone is light and creamy, healthy and clear aside for the occasional mole or scattering of freckles mostly along her back and shoulders. She takes very good care of her body. Therefore, she doesn't have any tattoos or piercings. She has planned on getting at least one tattoo at some point in her life, but she hasn't been able to work up the courage to get it done yet.
* family details:
- father: Samuel Lefévre, age 56. For the past twenty some years he has worked as a veterinarian in central California. It is truly his greatest passion, as he has always had a profound love for animals. With his work, he is a kind, fair, and honorable man, whereas with his family he is rather harsh and distant. Because of his job, he works a lot of long hours and night shifts, but he makes a good amount of money from it, somewhere around $80,000 each year. He doesn't always come home immediately after he gets off of work, if at all; sometimes he'll simply pass out in his office at the clinic instead. God only knows what his excuse for not returning home might be, but over the years Vivienne has gotten used to his absence and has, from time to time, found a way to use it to her advantage as well.
When she was much younger, she remembered her father being more loving and caring, but that all changed when his parents passed away; as a direct result of their deaths, he became sadder, more distant and reserved. He was incredibly close to both of his parents and was an only child growing up, so they were the only family he had for the longest time. His father died eleven years ago of stroke, whereas his mother passed away three years ago of other such natural causes.
- mother: Irene Cooley Lefévre, age 48. She is employed as an interior designer, but also teaches piano lessons from time to time for considerably lower pay.
-siblings: Michael Lefévre, age 24. Currently enlisted in the Navy.
Tyler Lefévre, age 27. He owns a gym.
* other:
When she was younger, Vivienne spent a lot of time with her grandmother. The woman owned a flower shop all of her own and ever since she was about eleven years old Vivienne had worked with her, helping to clean up for years before she was even legally old enough to get a job there. By the time she was legally old enough to get a job, she was able to do pretty much anything. Over the years, her grandmother had taught her everything she knew and from that experience Vivienne had developed a huge interest in floral design and a great love for flowers and the meanings of different types of flowers. Her grandmother died when she was seventeen, and she inherited her shop from her, but at the time she was too young to manage a business all by herself. She decided to pass the shop off to an older cousin for a few years at first, still working there part-time herself, while she finished out her high school career. She graduated at seventeen and then started college in the fall, more because it was expected of her rather than because she wanted to. She is a junior in college this year, where she's majoring in botany, but she still works at the flower shop and plans to work there full-time and take up the business for herself once she's graduated and on her own.
Just by the looks of me, you’ve probably already formed some kind of opinion on what type of person I am. I'm feminine, pretty (so I've been told...) and I come from a family with a lot of money. People always put me down as the preppy sort, or someone who doesn't give a damn about the well-being of others. But that's wrong. People's assumptions about me are rarely ever correct. I'm actually a lot harder to place than you would think. In high school, I fit into quite a few different cliques, because I’m what some people might call a "wanderer". I pick my own friends, rather than letting society put me into a certain mold. I was friends with a lot of preps and jocks, but I think I mostly preferred the company of the academic and art crowds. However, I really did fit into all areas of the social ladder.
I was majorly athletic... I was a member of the tennis and dance team at my school and I also participated in my school's gymnastics program.
And art. Sculpture, painting, ceramics... Big art freak. I love art. Especially art history.
I did a lot of community service stuff growing up, and am still hugely into community, even now. I was involved in a lot of school clubs, such as the French Club and the GSA. And I was very smart. I graduated 12th of my class out of 374. I was in a lot of high level math classes, even though I hate math. I don't really like history either, except for certain parts of it. I took a bunch of science classes in high school too. I love science- biology, botany, zoology, integrated chemistry and physics... You name it. Most of my classes were Advanced Placement courses. I was a bit of a try-hard. For the longest time, I was focused on doing my absolute best in high school so that I could get into a good college and make a nice living and all that. It wasn't until my junior year of high school that I realized I didn't actually care that much about going to college or being successful; that all I really wanted was to be happy doing something that I loved. However, it'd always been expected of me to go to college. It was never an option.
When I realized this, I didn't bother to mention it to my dad. He knew that I had inherited my grandmother's flower shop and how much I loved working there, but he'd still expected me to go to college and become a doctor or something like that. Even though I knew then what I wanted to do with my life, I didn't give up on my education. I still worked very hard in high school. I still went to college, but I was controlling my own life for once rather than letting society or my father's expectations control it for me, and that's what has made college so completely worthwhile these past few years. I don’t really care about making a lot of money... I guess I care about success to some degree, probably because of the type of family I come from - educated and wealthy - but mostly I just want to be happy and to not have to struggle to get by in life...
A lot of people say that families who have more money than most aren't usually very close-knit, and for my family, at least, this is true. Because of my father's job, he is rarely ever home. When he is home, he's usually asleep or in his office doing bills or working or something like that. My mom is the heart of our family. She is an incredibly passionate, kind and loving woman who cares very genuinely for the happiness and well-being of other people. She is also a dedicated community service worker. In other words, she's very different from my dad, who is more cold and arrogant and distant. He can be a bit of a prick sometimes, admittedly...
I have two brothers, Tyler and Michael. Both are both older than me. Michael is the middle child, at 24 years old. He is currently enlisted in the Marines and has been for the past five years. I don't know a lot about that, because we have seen him as much since he went into the marines. He sends me letters and other random gifts a few times each year and that's about as much as I hear from him. It sucks, because we used to be so close. When he first told us that he wanted to go into the military, dad got furious. There was a huge fight and after about an hour of it Michael just left. A few weeks later, I received a letter from him in the mail saying that he was going into the Marines as planned.
Of course, I supported him in his decision. Sure, it made me a little sad because I wouldn't get to see him as much, but I knew he was only doing what he loved the most- which is helping people. He’d always been very interested in the military. Throughout high school he had been a member of our school’s Color Guard. He is incredibly patriotic and I honestly have no idea where he even got it from. There's nothing wrong with that though. Michael is just wonderful.
My other brother is, to put it simply, a bit of an asshole. Well, no - he's a major asshole. He’s like my dad, but ten times worse. Rather than being distant like my dad, he likes to shove his nose into everyone's business. He's selfish and doesn’t care much for other people. I think he's like that because of our father, because of wanting to try to impress him somehow. Probably a lot of anger too. Surely there's some sort of reason for his behavior, but I don't think that really gives him any right to be a jerk either way.
We live in a nice neighborhood on a good side of town, close enough to my school that I can still live at home while I go to college. We can afford nice things but we don’t splurge or waste money very often. My dad would be very pissed if he ever caught us wasting money… He’s a bit of a hard-ass. It seems kind of mean to say that, but it's the truth. There's no nice way of putting it. He is simply very judgmental. Of course, he keeps it out of his work, but most other times, he’s a bit of a prick. He didn't used to be, but he is now. It's funny that he and my mom ever loved each other as much as they did, considering they’re complete opposites. I suppose they sort of balance each other out in a lot of ways though. I don't know.
When my brothers and I were younger, my mom made this huge, huge effort to try to get us involved in community service and get us to be more charitable and help others. She had us work with homeless people mostly, so that we would understand that there were other less fortunate people in the world too and that just because we were so well off ourselves didn't mean we could treat others like crap. It really stuck with me and Michael, but not so much with Tyler. He always said he had better stuff to do and that he didn't care about people who "leech off others because they're too lazy to get off their asses and work." My dad didn't care a whole lot for it either, but for different reasons, I think. Tyler is just ignorant and selfish, but my dad… I don't know. I don't really understand my dad that much anymore. I just know that it can't be because he thinks he's better than those types of people, because how could he be like that and yet he's a veterinarian and he fell for my mom? I think he's just antisocial.
In my own personal opinion, community service is great. I love helping people. I like making a difference. I’ve met a lot of different kinds of people in my life and homeless people are certainly no worse than anyone else.
I love my family, even though they drive me crazy sometimes and we don't always see eye-to-eye, but I still have a huge fear of being judged by them. I mean, sort of. For the most part, I don’t really care what they think of me because I am my own person and I will live my life the way that I want to live it no matter how they feel about the way I go about that- and yet, at the same time, I do care. But I’m not going to let it affect me so much that I let it control the way I live my life...
At least, I wish I could say that honestly. There is one thing that I do hide from my family and society that has ended up majorly controlling my life...
I’m a lesbian.
I have no interest whatsoever in men. I realized my sexuality when I was in the tenth grade. It took me a few more years before I accepted it, but I never really got to a point where I was okay enough to be completely open about it. There aren't really a whole lot of people that know about it... a few of my close friends, and my brother Michael knew long before I did apparently, but that's it. Identifying as straight still didn't stop some people from having their doubts about me- like the kids from the GSA club in high school. I never really confirmed anything though, until I got to college where I joined yet another GSA club, but this one was even bigger. The people there helped me come out to myself more fully and helped me realize there was nothing wrong with it, but I haven't gotten around to coming out publicly just yet. I try not to make a big deal of it, because I don't want people to think that I'm ashamed (I'm not, I swear), so I usually just don't talk about my sexuality at all. I don’t know why I’m so afraid to be completely open about it. I guess I just feel like a lot of my family wouldn’t really approve of it or understand and, well, the drama that would surely stem from that is something that I’m neither ready to nor feel like dealing with at this point in time. (But I think if I was ever able to come out to my parents, the rest would be easy and then I'd be okay to be open about it. I just worry about their reactions.)
My parents think I'm dating my best friend Patrick, actually. Going on six months, I guess. Patrick is okay, but even if I was straight I don’t think I’d be very interested in him. He's more like a brother to me. The kids from the GSA clubs at school are the only people that I'm truly open about it with, if I talk about it at all, and only because I know they won't go blabbing.
Despite that one little thing, I’m a fairly normal and honest person. More mature than most, or so I’ve been told. I like reading and traveling. I'm still obsessed with art- landscapes and watercolors specifically. I still love flowers and I still plan on taking over my grandmother's flower shop once I graduate. I’m the type of person that if you want to get to know me it’s best to start from the beginning and work your way up.
