#viola wolf

She has several tattoos which she got during her early twenties, mostly on her upper body and arms. 

Her family’s repair shop and home were repossessed due to family debt. She considered trying to repurchase them but her life had different plans.

Her leg troubles her quite a lot. She still does her exercises, but it seems to be getting worse with the years. She refuses most help for it though. 

She still wears the ring Judah gifted her and only takes it off when she’s working on fixing something. 

She’s surprisingly good at shooting. While her family was never big on guns, she quickly took to them once she depended on them for survival. She came into Redwood with a pump-action shotgun and two sidearms, all of which she carefully maintained during her time after the outbreak.

While her big passion is cars, she has a general affinity for appliances or anything else electronic or mechanic, and she’s learned to fix a lot of things.

Born in a small town called Ithaca in New York State, it always seemed clear that Vi would become a part of the family business. Born as the only child to Christian and Margaret Wolf, Vi showed her interest in mechanics from a young age. Her father, owner of the multi-generational business “Wolf & Sons Auto Repairs”, encouraged his daughter's interest in the topic. When Vi wasn’t in school, she was often in her father’s shop, watching him work and learning the trade even from a young age. Her interest didn’t just stop at cars, however. Vi seemed to have a natural interest in anything technological or mechanical, taking apart devices, figuring out how they worked, and trying to put them back together. It seemed that her future career had been set for her. 

Except that life had different plans. When Vi was 15, her parents passed away suddenly. A car accident with a drunk driver left the teenager an orphan. With no immediate family to take care of her, Vi was quickly shuffled into the foster system. Struggling with adjusting to her new environment, she quickly became “troubled” - drinking, partying, lashing out at others in the pain of her grief, with the people in her group foster home hardly having to capacity to properly care for the grieving teenager. Leaving the foster home at the age of 18 (or rather being kicked out), it seemed that Vi’s life was about to head down a rather troubled and disorganized past, with her hardly having any permanent home and often resulting to crash on people’s couches, holding herself above water with the occasional odd job. 

There was no one specific thing that caused her to get her life back in order. It was a mix of realizing that her life was heading nowhere and the fact that she had started working as a handyman, fixing appliances for quick cash, that finally pushed her into getting her life back on track. Despite her lack of official education, she managed to secure a job at an auto repair shop as a mechanic in training. It seemed that her work provided solace for her. 

Her life was largely uneventful for the following years - she worked, advancing in her career, saving up money, and doing volunteer work. However, a wedge was thrown into her life one day when she received a leg injury at work. It seemed that her life had been put to a sudden halt - her needing reconstructive surgery and extensive physical therapy in order to even have a chance to keep it and not have it amputated. It was during her time in the hospital that she met Judah. Initially, Judah was just one of the doctors working the floor she often stayed in, but soon enough the two got talking, and often ended up spending his lunch break together. Her stays in the hospital were rough on her, but her talks to Judah helped her through it. Soon enough, the two were spending time outside of the hospitals too, and sometime after, became a couple and eventually ended up married.

Her and Judah’s marriage had some hardships - including failed attempts to conceive children as well as her struggles with her physical limitations due to her leg, which always troubled her after the accident, but it was overall a very happy marriage. That was until the virus spread. Vi remembers her husband seeming rather troubled, remembers hearing the increasingly more concerning news - and the sound of her phone ringing when she was called to tell her that her husband had been bitten by one of the infected. She at least got to say goodbye to him, through one of the windows of the isolation room. Many others were not as lucky.