#about-viola

Viola is a Volgirre from our chronicle set in Manchester, 1885.

The creation of a wax anatomist and sculptor for surgical practice, and waxworks factory owner. His "day" job was to create anatomically correct wax pieces for the aid of trainee surgeons and a waxworks factory where business can commission a variety of wax models and art. His passion project as a Toreador was making the perfect model with wax, however when he couldn't quite get them as he wanted, he realised he needed actual flesh to reach his vision, taking working class mortals from the streets, using them as bases and extra pieces, sculpting to make the perfect model. When they failed, he either destroyed what was left or kept pieces as spares. His frustrations grew, until eventually, he managed it. His vision come to light. He has played God and built something perfect. Wanting to keep it forever, he embraced her and named her, Viola Séraphine. Taught her how to live as a noble in 19th Century England, how to act, how to be. The tale spun being Viola is his daughter who was sent away after the death of her mother, to learn how to be a true lady while he focuses on his work, then she returned back to her father's side, once he had set up a life suitable for them. He now takes pride in showcasing her, people reading it as pride over his daughter when in reality it's the sick pride of something he has made by hand.

She's slightly unnerving to look at, purely due to the fact she's so perfect in the Victorian beauty standards and behaviours, that she is bordering the uncanny valley.

Viola has Folkloric Bane is to Dog Roses but her sire/father has dominated her to the point she thinks she can't touch them because they're her favourite flower and she doesn't want to damage them.

Viola gets shut in her 'summer house' that her sire/ father made for her on the grounds of the estate, and entwined dog roses on the gates and walls. She thinks it's to give her some independence.

When he feels like she needs to go back into her box, he tells her she needs some space and shuts her into her little garden and house he made for her.

She spends a lot of time alone when she isn't expected to schmooze amongst the upper classes of kindred and kine society.

She sits in the window, reading, scrap-booking or doing her lace work, waiting for someone to come open the gate.