Violet Sullivan

Name: Violet Sullivan
Nicknames: Vee, some of her closer work colleagues call her Sully.
Face/Model Claim: Kate Seigel
Age: 35 years old
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Nationality: American
Hometown: Bethesda, Maryland
Relatives: Parents deceased, a sister and a brother, both that she's estranged from.

Job: Independent Research Geneticist
Skills: Able to keep her cool, in the moment, in highly stressful situations and think of her feet quickly. It's after the situation has dulled down that she needs to regroup and has trouble processing what happened.
Weapon(s): She has a SIG Sauer P320 handgun that she keeps locked in a small gun safe in her bedroom closet. Does not own a concealed carry license and does not take the gun in transport with her. It's been exclusively purchased for at-home protection in the event of a burglary.

Height: 5'8" tall
Weight: 145 LBS
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde (for now)
Scars/Marks: Beauty mark under her left eye. Three inch scar between her 8th and 9th rib on her torso as it curves to her left side. An accompanying scar also appears on her lower back, two inches in length midway between her side and spine, in a diagonal trajectory match. (See history)

Appearance: Violet rarely wears her hair down when she's at work. It's most always straightened and pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head to keep her hair from annoying her while she works. While she's considered cutting it all off for the sake of ease in her morning routine, she hasn't been able to bring herself to do it. She frequently can be seen in a pair of dress slacks, usually black in color, and a blouse of a solid color under her lab coat. She doesn't ever wear patterns in her work attire, but isn't opposed to a comfy flannel shirt when not at work, but that's usually the extent of patterns in her wardrobe. She normally wears glasses and, oddly enough, prefers 50's style browline black frames, though she wears a masculine square version as opposed to the feminine cat eye version.

Mutant Abilities: TBD

Weaknesses: Violet bottles her emotions until she can't keep them in anymore, leading her to explode in anger or sadness at small things that only just tip her off the edge. In crisis, she does her best to contain herself until she is alone and in a position to explode. She's terrified of heights.

Personality in Brief: When she is working, Violet is stiffly professional, leading her to give the impression that she is a cold individual. Only the colleagues that she's allowed herself to become closest with have seen the warmth in her soul that she hides so well behind her guarded nature. She gives tight, polite smiles that lack any warmth unless she feels a connection to the person she's with. Since the death of her husband, she has become even more guarded and appears much more cold and cutthroat.

Any Other Notes: Has a habit of idly twirling locks of her hair when deep in thought. Unhealthy obsession with chocolate. Insomniac. Amateur sketch artist. Chews on ice a lot. Even though she's a believer of science, she believes in past lives and often thinks that she knew someone in a past life if she feels a strong connection to them. Flinches when people try to touch her in any way. Has contacts but usually wears glasses.

History: Violet grew up in a staunchly conservative and religious family, often punished for minor sins with extreme measures. As she grew older and genetic studies were placed in her public school curriculum, she took an immediate interest in it, fascinated by the science behind DNA and genetic studies. When her parents discovered her genetic science studies, she and her siblings were yanked out of school and sent to a catholic school that promoted the education of catholic theology in addition to basic academics. Since the children still lived at home and were transported to the school rather than taking up residence there, Violet still had communication with her public school friends, though she frequently hid her communication with them from her entire family. Through this secret communication, she was able to get her friends to agree to copy their notes on genetic studies, even going as far as to pay them to make entire copies of the genetic studies straight from the books by using the school library copiers. Hidden in her room, Violet waited until after bedtime to continue her studies independently. If she had questions, she'd write them down and give them to her friends to ask their teachers in class, and then the notes were delivered back to her.

During her senior year at the Catholic school, Violet's mother was cleaning when she decided to snoop on her daughter's belongings and discovered the genetic studies. Even at 17 years old, her parents didn't deem her too old for corporal punishment. Spare the rod, spoil the child...and so Violet was beaten with her father's leather belt for bringing the study of science into their home. When her beating was completed, she was forced to burn all of her studies in the fireplace. She tried to refuse, but was threatened with another beating that wouldn't stop until she tossed the studies into the fire. Defiant against her religious upbringing, Violet endured her beating until she couldn't any longer, and threw her studies into the fire. Broken from the trauma, she fell in line and went through the motions of existence until the day that she turned eighteen. With no money or real life experience, Violet left home in the middle of the night with a suitcase and never went back. Calling on her friends for help, one of them spoke to one of Violet's former teachers. It was that teacher who invited her into her home and got her set up with a job as a teaching assistant at a local college. After working for a couple years with no contact with her family, Violet began to rebel against her religious teachings and went somewhat wild. She engaged in sexual relationships with men to start, and then gave in to her attraction to women, forming sexual relationships with those of her own gender. Everything she did was casual and with no strings attached. By her third year of teaching, she met a man, a student at the college, whom she fell fast for and married quickly. Her family didn't attend the wedding.

Things didn't get better for Violet. Knowing of her sexual identity, her husband became insecure and jealous, and often went into fits of rage...accusing Violet of infidelity frequently. It was on their one year wedding anniversary that her husband first hit her, slapping her with an open hand. Confidence shattered, she stayed with him out of love, and the strikes became more frequent if she showed defiance, and eventually came to closed fists. She hid the bruises under makeup and made the same lame excuses that every battered woman did for their partner. When offered help by anyone to get out of the situation, she got aggressively defensive and cut off the friendship. She knew that he would kill her if she tried to leave him, and out of fear, she stayed. Because it was better than being dead.

Just after her fifth wedding anniversary, Violet discovered that her husband had been unfaithful to her. The end result of confronting him was two black eyes, a busted lip, and a broken nose. It was while she was lying to a nurse at the hospital about a car accident that she decided she had to leave him. She attempted to tip off the nurse after initially lying to her, but her husband wouldn't leave the room. After being treated, she was released with her husband and felt lower than ever. Her husband raged at her in the car once more, having noticed the looks that Violet had intentionally tried to give the nurse. He flew into another rage, berating her in an extreme fashion, screaming and yelling that she was accusing him of cheating because she was the one who really cheated and that he hoped her boyfriend couldn't even look at her anymore after what he'd done to her face. Violet told him then, even as scared as she was, that she wanted a divorce. Her husband began to drive erratically in order to frighten her and lost control of the car, crashing into the guard rail before spinning off into a telephone pole.

When Violet woke up, emergency services had already arrived and were trying to cut her out of the car. It was then that she discovered that she'd been impaled by a slivered piece of the guard rail through her torso. Her husband was nowhere to be seen. It wasn't until she'd been in the hospital for a couple days and was coherent enough to receive the news that she was informed that her husband had not been wearing a seat belt and that he was ejected from the vehicle during the accident and died on impact. She went through several emotional states. Mourning, guilt...but also relief.

In order to receive the life insurance payout, Violet lied about their quarreling and her husband's erratic driving, opting instead to claim that he was trying to avoid hitting a deer. It was easier than she thought to commit the fraud, but she felt she deserved the money for a fresh start, and didn't want to be denied by the insurance company trying to twist it into a suicide to avoid payout. Violet recovered nicely, having miraculously not damaged any of her internal organs in the impalement based on the location and trajectory of the wound. The nurses often told her it was a miracle from God, which gave Violet no comfort and actually made her even more bitter about what had happened. Though she had texted her sister to let her know what happened, none of her family came to see her.

After making a complete recovery, Violet paid off her medical bills and decided to use what was left to do what she loved. Done partly out of spite for the abuse she endured for her passion, Violet completed her Bachelor's Degree in genetic studies and then attended medical school and obtained her Master's Degree. It was no surprise when her family refused to attend her graduation or even acknowledge her accomplishments. During her education, she had no relationships and focused on her studies only, having occasional and casual flings to fulfill any sexual desire she had, and only with women. She never let another man touch her intimately again, not after her husband. She only ever went on one date, with a woman, and during that date while she held hands with and kissed the woman, she was discovered by her sister who had been at the restaurant with her family. After causing a huge scene, calling her an abomination, her sister left and informed their parents. Her parents called her only long enough to tell her that she was dead to them for her wicked, sinful lifestyle, and to tell her that they were writing her out of their will. In a strange twist of fate, her parents were also killed in a car accident two years later. Violet did not attend the funeral, it finally being her turn to choose to disown her family.

She soon obtained a prestigious position at a genetics research facility and after working there for a couple years, the genetic mutations arose within society, forcing the world to accept that mutants did exist, though most were put to death out of fear for the destruction they could create after several incidents happened around the country to prove that mutants were a danger to citizens.

It was during her third year of employment that Violet was offered a transfer, along with one of her male colleagues at the institute, to the pacific northwest. There, an institute called Myriad would be the housing facility for a classified government installation. Though it couldn't be confirmed, Violet suspected that it had the potential to be a study of genetic on mutant patients and she jumped at the chance to study something different and contribute to finding the answers of which genetic mutations caused enhanced abilities within the human species. She packed for the move, being assured that she'd have assistance in selling her small home after she was transferred. The swift move came with lots of pressure, as well as lots of documentation and non-disclosure agreements. Even as she traveled to her assignment, she had no idea what awaited her and for the first time in a long time, she felt exhilarated to be part of something that might make a difference, giving her life purpose.