Violet Cobaltienne

Not long after after her parents had fled into obscurity, leaving their first born Lucy in the care of her grandparents, Violet was born. Within a remote village in Vacuo, the little Cobaltienne was prematurely given life, only for her mother to quickly look at the newborn with contempt. It was her father’s kindness that spared her an untimely fate, vehemently speaking out that they kept her. Convincing his wife to raise this child when they had all but abandoned the first, Violet was kept close and carefully raised.

Her father gave her all the love and attention a growing child could want or need. He taught her a vast many things growing up during their travels. Everything from reading and writing, to math, to arts, to and even more advanced topics in later years such as dust and its various uses and applications. The young lady was vastly interested the the energy source and what it could do.

Her mother was a little less than kind. Though she did care for her daughter, she made it known that she wouldn’t stand for the young lady to remain helpless. She sought to it that, while her husband handled the more fundamental education, she would oversee her daughter’s more practical education. It was a little taxing, considering it took time that could have been better spent on other tasks, but her mother managed.  

When it came time to begin training her rather fraile body at the tender age of six, it quickly became evident that Violet wasn’t suited for physical combat. She got better with time and intensive exercise, but eventually, Violet’s improvement plateaued. That’s when she was gifted with a special garment, and a set of various dusts to explore. It wasn’t long after that her parents found that the little lady was especially proficient in handling the material. With her training regimen tweeked to suit her newfound talent, Violet began to exceed previous expectations placed on her.

As time went on, things became increasingly unstable within their little family. Violet wasn’t sure what happened, but her mother had just… changed. It was a gradual shift, but one that was easily noticed, and placed a heavy strain on both father and daughter. Training became more ruthless, despite the husband’s demands. Violet went from combat student to a punching bag. And she bore with it with a smile, just as she was taught.

It sucked, though. I really did. On the cusp of her sixteenth birthday, tragedy struck. Her father was slain by her mother’s own hands, and Violet decided for herself that she’d seek out her mysterious older sister and warn her of the looming threat that was placed on both their lives. A hop, skip and a jump away, the little one ventured to the place which their parents last left Lucy. It was a rather cold reception from her grandmother, who, after having commented on there being a second was generous enough to give a vague sense of direction as to her big sister’s whereabouts. Violet made a mental note that grandpa was cool, for an old man. From there, it was off to Bellmuse to weasel her way into the newly erected academy there. It was time that big sis met little sis.

”Ney, Papa?” A young lady peered up at the man whose lap she lay sprawled across. Her typically well kept, lavender hair was frazzled and messy. Her father, who was applying various bandages to her battered face and body, looked down at her with a look and acknowledged her with his eyes. Violet winced as an antiseptic was administered to a particularly deep cut. She looked away from her father, to stare at the space in front of her. “Would you miss me if I was gone?”

The man stopped to eye the girl laying across his lap, letting the cotton ball soaked in the antiseptic linger on her wound. Violet winced again, this time shaking the ball from her arm and sitting back on the floor. Hiding a portion of her face behind his leg, she turned those purple eyes up to him in worry. Her father sighed, placed what was in his hands on the side table next to him, and reached out to pick up his daughter. For her age, even he was curious as to how she remained so dainty. “What brings this about all of a sudden?” He asked with a deep concern, tipping her head up to look at him.

“Well I, uh…” Violet, suddenly feeling the wrong kind of spotlight attention, diverted her eyes off to the side. “I-I don’t know if I can handle much more of Momma’s intense training. Heheh…” The nervous laughter tacked on to the end earned her a raised brow. “R-Really! I mean look at me!” The young lady held out her limbs to prove her point. “Momma’s so rough with me, I dunno if my little body can do this much longer! I mean. I am pretty tough. And cute. Super cute, in fact. But someone as cute as me shouldn’t have to be subject to the violent toils of Momma’s training. But I guess being tough does have its uses…” A finger to her chin, Violet began her rambling, and gazed to the side in thought. This was her ruse, however, carefully crafted and expertly implemented. It would serve her father no good to know her true intentions. Was it enough to fool her father, though, was another question.

“You know your mother means well, right? But, if you were to suddenly disappear…” He began, shifting Violet on his lap to get the both of them more comfortable. “I would be very heartbroken and sad. Though, if I were to have some sign that you’re okay after a time, I suppose I could be okay with that. You are my tough little girl, after all.” He gave his daughter a small smile and rubbed a thumb against her cheek.

Damn… He seen right through her facade. “R-Right! Okay, Papa. I’ll try not to make you sad.” Violet said as she cuddled into her father, wrapping her arms as best she could around his midsection. She didn’t want to hurt her father, but Violet had a mission assigned by herself, for herself. She had a warning to pass on, and one that needed her most urgent, undivided attention. She wanted to find and meet her big sister.