Viviktha Morales

#### Personality

Deceit and evasion seem like *strong* words that Vivi doesn’t particularly feel suit her. She doesn’t deceive anyone, she just points out things that they want and guides them in the direction that she’d like them to go in order to *think* they’ll have those things. Is that deceit or is that just being intuitive? The world is her stage and the roles are all hers. There’s Theodora Benini, a young reporter who is just trying to shine a spotlight on the little people who are doing the most. Wouldn’t you love to give a voice to people just like you? Have your five minutes of fame? Next is Bridgette Hancock, an entrepreneur who is investing her money in order to diversify her interests. Would you care to set up a meeting so she could determine if your small business is suited to her goals? Murielle Patenaude is on holiday and is totally turned around, wouldn’t you spare a few moments to help her? The list of aliases is long and she pulls all of them off. Vivi is personable and likable in all of her different aliases. She knows exactly how to flatter her companion, to take the edge off of any discomfort they may be feeling, and how to get them to trust her completely.

Outsiders are not to be trusted, everyone except for the Morales girls are out for themselves and so it’s risky to Vivi to have anyone else involved in their endeavors. Vivi is greedy by nature. What’s one more painting in her already existing gallery? It was just at the expense of someone’s marriage. People who are good at grifting don’t get attached. Feelings make things complicated and complications always cause problems and problems are how you get caught.

#### History

##### Criminal Code of Conduct

###### RULE 10. LISTEN PATIENTLY.

> "Patience is key... if you get impatient, you get sloppy and mistakes will cost you everything. Whatever you want is worth waiting for." - Camila Morales
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Sitting in the back of an empty Hogwarts classroom, a cigarette was passed over to Vivi who accepted it quietly and took a drag. Her classmate was moaning about her boyfriend, something about how she knew that she should have dated a woman instead, how incompetent he was, and the way his teeth made contact with hers when they kissed. Vivi nodded along not saying much of anything but an occasional non-committal noise in the same category as a melodic hum.

*”I told him that if he was going to make it up to me after last Hogsmeade weekend, he was going to need to do better than just some chocolates.”* The conversation always went like this and while she was internally groaning, the Slytherin kept her face neutral. She handed the cigarette over between two fingers, like a sympathetic offering, *”And that’s when he said that he could get me into the Prefect’s bath-- if he thinks that we’re going to shag in there, he’s absolutely mental.”*

Viviktha could feel the smallest upward tug of her lips at this information, ”Absolutely mental.” She agreed, leaning so that her back rested against the wall behind them, ”He’s just blowing smoke.” Prodding in this way would allow her to rile the girl up further, increasing the likelihood that she’d spill the information that Vivi wanted.

*”Oh, no, he totally knows it-- he took his last girlfriend up there regularly. I don’t have any interest in being brought somewhere that he took someone else.”*

Vivi focused her attention for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut and then quickly her face morphed into that of her companion’s boyfriend, ”Do you mind if we snog in the same spot that I used to shag my ex?” Putting on a fake deep voice, she leaned in closer to the other girl, listening to her laughter, ”Think of the echo, Emily.” Teasingly, she raised her eyebrows comically a couple of times in a row before Vivi’s face settled back into her own.

*”You do such a good impression of that fool, seriously, I love it.”*

She did a good impression of everyone… she’d do a good impression of Emily later when getting the password for the bath from her unknowing boyfriend before slipping up there alone and having a long hot bath.

###### RULE 9. LISTEN PATIENTLY.

> ”Escúchame, if you want to get by in this life you can’t do all of the talking. You need to let other people do the talking. A job well done is one where you didn't have to say a word.” - Camila Morales
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Attending a press conference for an up-and-coming politician who was from a wealthy family was not exactly her definition of fun, but it was necessary that day. Dressed in her suit, her now lightly tanned skin was emphasized by the turquoise blue of the shirt beneath her blazer. Blonde hair pulled back into a bun, her heels clicked on the floor as she rushed her way into a large conference room, giving a winning smile to the man holding the door open for her. The event had already begun and so the grifter tried her best to get caught up, keeping her sparkling blue eyes on the politician as she spoke.

After what felt like ages, the question and answer session was done and the crowd began its chatter as they made their way out of the room and toward the afternoon sunlight with their cameras slung over their shoulders and notepads filled with information. Adjusting her glasses in mock nerves, the grifter approached the group of people who had gathered around the politician, most of them part of her security team.

”Hello,” Australian accent replacing her typical English one, ”I write for the Sydney Summoner--”

*”No more questions, I have meetings to attend until well into the evening, I don’t have time for more interviews today, contact my office.”* The security personnel shook her off, handing over a business card before heading out of the room with the politician.

But that was all she needed, really. If there were meetings until the evening, that would mean the politician’s flat was empty and her rare collection of jewelry unattended. And she’d barely needed to say a word.

###### RULE 8. NEVER GET DRUNK.

> ”Alcohol lowers your inhibitions. Let other people indulge, but never do it yourself.”
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*”You’re such a good friend!”* Her voice was loud as she stumbled into her flat, the woman that she knew as Laura just behind her, closing the door with a quiet click. Serpentining her way over toward the kitchen, the witch opened a cabinet and dug out a large bag of crisps, sticking her unwashed hands in there and pulling out a handful to toss into her mouth, *”Ugh! These taste so good! My diet starts next week!”* Slipping off her expensive shoes, it was as if she had shrunk several inches.

*Laura* walked behind her, tidying up the mess that she left in her wake and nodding in agreement about the stream of consciousness that the other woman spoke. Finally, the inebriated witch settled on her sofa, crisps resting on her lap. She put another couple in her mouth and chewed halfheartedly before her eyes shut.

Placing a bin beside the sofa, *Laura* flicked her wand and a blanket was summoned from the other room, she placed it over the body of the witch, leaning in close to make sure she got her covered fully and then with deft fingers, she pulled the wallet out of her pocket and placed it in her own. Then the brunette turned and head toward the kitchen, sweeping the shoes up and using her fingers like a makeshift hook that she settled them onto. Opening the door to the flat, *Laura* looked over her shoulder once at the drunk woman sleeping in her living room. When she woke, she’d think she’d lost her wallet and shoes while out drinking and before she could manage to put the pieces together, her vault at Gringotts would be empty.

###### RULE 7. DON’T BE EMOTIONAL

> ”Listen to me, mija, humans are emotional beings. Let the emotions control other people, not you.” - Camila Morales
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The door to the stall in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom slammed shut as Vivi rushed into it, she knew that she wouldn’t be followed as she’d morphed her appearance to look like the most detested girl in her year as she’d hurried her way through the corridors and to the safety of the one loo in the entirety of the school that everyone avoided. Locking the door to the stall for good measure, even though it was likely overkill, only then did the Snake relax.

Tilting her head back so she could look at the ceiling, the Slytherin felt the center of her head make contact with the door. She blinked furiously, lifting her hands to fan at her eyes in the hopes that the motion of the air would somehow dry the tears that were at risk of spilling out onto her cheeks. She didn’t do this, Morales women didn’t feel things. Camila had told her to not do this.

But when he’d kissed her, when he’d whispered that he’d loved her, she’d felt that resonate throughout her entire body. And she’d continued to feel it right until the moment that she’d seen him with another girl in the library, his fingertips on her hips and his lips on hers.

Vivi wiped at her eyes with the back of her hands and let out a long slow wavering breath between pursed lips. She stayed like that for the duration of the afternoon, not feeling she was able to leave until she’d refrozen the heart that he had managed to thaw.

###### RULE 6. THEIR BELIEFS AND OPINIONS ARE YOURS TOO.

> ”Whatever you think you believe, you don’t. You believe what they do. You think like they do. You want their trust, you earn that by showing them that you’re the same as they are.”- Camila Morales
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Vivi was about five years old and walking with her hand in her mum’s through Diagon Alley. They stopped by a couple of shops, Vivi moaned about not getting ice cream, and then they dropped by the bank. It seemed as though ages passed that they were standing there and the young girl started to feel wiggly, she moved from side to side, twirled around on occasion, and sometimes she pointed at a candle or a goblin, not fully aware that doing so was going to draw the ire of the other patrons in there.

On occasion, her mum put her hand firmly on her shoulder, a physical reminder that she was supposed to be on her best behavior. It would stop the uncontrollable movement for a couple of minutes before Vivi would pick back up again.

An older witch in front of them turned around when the younger girl accidentally bumped into her. She frowned and so Vivi stepped back into the safety of the bubble that surrounded her mother, ”I’m so sorry about that,” Camila said quickly, ”I’m not sure where she gets her energy from.” Placing her hand on Viviktha’s shoulder once more.

*”It’s not her fault, dear. It takes forever in here, the line is longer every time that I come,”* The elderly woman complained, Camila nodding along in agreement with her. Vivi frowned and looked at the ground, this conversation wasn’t particularly interesting to her, *”I say,”* Lowering her voice as if it was a secret, *”This bank would be more efficient if humans ran it-- not sure why we’ve let the goblins be in control of all of the money, seems like a risk if you ask me.”*

Brow furrowed, Vivi looked up at her mother, not entirely clear on what she was hearing. Did she have any issue with goblins? Vivi didn’t think that her mother objected to them, the only thing she’d said was that they had good taste in expensive and cursed items. Camila looked incredibly invested in the conversation, *”I was just saying the same thing last week,”* The returning comment had the same level of intensity and hushed whispers, *”I definitely would feel as if my money was safer if humans were involved.”* The elderly woman gave a knowing smile and then turned so she could move forward in the line. Camila crouched down to adjust Vivi’s shoelaces even though they were already tied and on her way back to a standing position, slipped the wallet out of the elderly woman’s purse.

She removed a handful of galleons and dropped them soundlessly into Vivi’s pockets before saying, ”Excuse me, you seem to have dropped this,” Then lowered her voice once more, ”You don’t want to misplace it in here, you never know what would happen with goblins around.”

###### RULE 5. INNUENDO IS KEY.

> ”You don’t need to talk about sex… imply it and wait and see if they take the bait.”- Camila Morales
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Empty drink in front of her, a beautiful woman with long red hair sat alone at a pub, running her finger along the rim of her drink, waiting for nothing and everything at the same time. Every time the door open, she continued to keep her eyes fixed on the drink in front of her as if she was disinterested in who had managed to join the tightly packed pub. It wasn’t until she heard, *”Care for a refill?”* That the woman turned her freckled face in the direction of something other than her empty cup.

”Oh, is it empty?” She feigned ignorance, ”I guess I was lost in my own thoughts and I didn’t notice… I suppose that’s my roundabout way of saying, yes, I would love a refill.” Tucking her long hair behind her ear, an awkward silence settled in while the pair waited for her drink to be poured. The man studied her for a moment, as if he was attempting to figure out what line would work the best on her.

*”I don’t want to pry but… are you alright?”*

”Me? Yeah, I’m great,” As if to solidify the point, she shook her head and gave a sad smile, ”Never better… I came home and my boyfriend of five years was in bed with my best friend but I’m just lovely--” The redhead stopped and looked embarrassed, averting her eyes back to the bartop once more, ”Sorry, you’re a stranger, I shouldn’t be saying those things.”

*”No, it’s okay, I’m sorry to hear that.”* The Ministry employee created a small amount of distance between himself and the woman now, clearly not wanting to waste his time on someone who was this emotionally vulnerable.

”I came out to take my mind off of it but I’ve had several drinks and now all I want…” Her replenished drink was slid in front of her, ”Thanks.”

*”... You were saying?”* The man said with vague interest, staring to look around the pub for other options.

”I’ve had a few drinks and now all I want is… revenge.” Turning to face the man, the redhead gathered up her hair and threw it over her shoulder, exposing a section of her neck as well as the low cut neckline of her dress, ”It probably sounds silly but I feel like if I make him realize what he’s missing out on, he’ll regret losing me.”

She had his attention now. The man licked his lips slightly and studied her, *”How are you planning on doing that?”* For a moment, the pair just looked at each other, not saying anything but just drinking in each other’s appearances. The Ministry employee smiled, *”Your place or mine?”* He asked, knocking back his drink.

”Yours, definitely.” The disguised redhead said with a cunning smile, her drink untouched on the bartop.

###### RULE 4. BE ORGANIZED, TIDY, AND METICULOUS.

> ”If you think that you’ve planned properly, think again. Consider everything at least three times, be as organized as possible”- Camila Morales
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This moment had been year’s in the making, Viviktha had conned many people out of information, money, time, in order to find out who her birth parents were. Then, when she was fully prepared, she’d managed to get herself a passport with her birth name and head to Thiruvananthapuram. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she’d gotten off of the plane as she’d never set foot in India before but it was a city like most other cities she’d been in although it was much more densely populated than she had anticipated.

She made her way to the address that she’d worked so hard to collect, only managing to get herself lost once and muddle through a conversation in order to get herself back on track. Past a market, some different buildings with unique architecture, and a temple, Vivi finally made it to the house. It was surrounded by a gate but through the front window she could see a woman in her forties and a man a few years older than that.

They weren’t doing anything of note, just sitting at a table while the man read the newspaper and the woman sipped on what Vivi could only assume was tea. The metamorphmagus watched for a few moments, not daring to move or even breathe before she turned and walked away, no longer Viviktha Morales and now Viviktha Aadjay.

###### RULE 3. BOASTING IS BENEATH YOU.

> ”Bragging draws attention to yourself-- you don’t want attention, you want to be in the shadows.”- Camila Morales
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*”And then I told him if he was going to do something impressive, he should do it now before I killed him,”* The confident man spoke in the pub in a less-than-desirable part of town. He didn’t care at all that it was on the wrong side of town, as he’d been the one to purchase the building so he could better cover up his smuggling of illegal and highly desirable magical items, *”But all he managed to do was piss himself.”*

The men that surrounded him laughed, clearly enthralled with the conversation, or at least invested enough in making a good impression on him that they were happy to play along. There was a woman quietly sitting in the shadows nearby but she didn’t laugh, *”You’re never impressed, Mirabel,”* The pub owner said with a roll of his eyes, *”Do us a favor, hen, and give us a laugh on occasion.”*

”Ha.” The woman said, her olive-toned skin barely visible in the shadows of the pub. A couple of the other men chuckled in response to her sarcasm. Lifting his wand, he pointed it menacingly at her, insulted by her disrespect-- or at least perceived disrespect.

*”I don’t have to tolerate this sort of backtalk in my pub,”* He growled, *”Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know what I’ve done. You should show some more respect, you could learn a lot from me.”*

*Mirabel* stood and gave a bored look, ”Modesty suits you.” She pulled her leather jacket around her shoulders and turned to leave, knowing that while he’d been bragging, her teammates had robbed him blind.

###### RULE 2. DRESS TO IMPRESS.

> ”If you want to be like them, you have to dress like them.”- Camila Morales
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Taking her time rolling out of bed, Vivi strolled across her luxury flat and made herself a pot of tea before she got herself organized for the day. There was a particularly beautiful painting that she and her sisters had been keeping their eye on and tonight was the night that it would be placed in a local gallery to be viewed. They would need to gather some information on how it was transported, who was in charge of looking after it, and some key details about the security of the painting before they proceeded with their plans.

That meant that Vivi was going to need to talk to people. A lot of people. Rich ones.

Feet shuffling in slippers along the floor, she made her way into the very large closet with subtle lighting. With a flick of her wand, Vivi’s clothes rearranged themselves on their hangers until she was looking strictly at the beautiful sleek gowns. The majority of these had been given to her by rich men and women that had dated one of her personas and had purchased her things, the others she had nabbed with her sticky fingers from a designer’s shop.

All of them had been altered to fit her like a glove because nothing quite showed that you were not from a wealthy family quite like clothing that didn’t fit properly.

Lazily, she stared at the dresses, sipping on her tea and contemplating what would be the most appropriate for a gallery and then a green floor-length dress levitated over to her. She held it up in front of herself for a moment before smiling. This would do, certainly.

###### RULE 1. DON’T GET CAUGHT.

> "I can't believe she'd do this to me, I raised her as my daughter."- Camila Morales
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It was dark and damp within the walls of Azkaban prison as a slender tall blonde woman with a pixie haircut walked along in her black robes, nodding in greeting to the other guards as she went. The guard turned a corner and adjusted her robes as she walked by eerily silent cells filled with prisoners there for a variety of crimes. Keeping a consistent pace, it didn’t seem as though the blonde was going to stop her patrol at any point but after rounding a second corner, her pace slowed until she came to a complete halt.

Within the cell was a thinning woman with hair that was speckled with grey and her dye job had almost completely grown out. Camila was staring blankly at nothing in particular, she didn’t even look up when the guard approached the bars of the cell. It was only when the guard cleared her throat that the criminal slowly moved her gaze upward and then over in the direction of the person just outside of the only square footage that she had seen in a solid year.

The pair looked at each other for a minute, nothing being said, as Camila grew more and more confused. Had she done something wrong? As she opened her mouth to ask a question, the blonde of the guard’s hair faded and it grew long, her skin transformed from translucent to deep and dark, and her eyes changed from green to nearly black. Vivi looked at the woman who had raised her, taught her everything she knew, but certainly hadn’t been her actual mother, ”Rule number one, don’t get caught.”

Camila’s eyes opened wider as Vivi transformed back into the guard once again, running toward the bars and letting out a shout, yanking on the immovable bars. A handful of guards came rushing toward the sound, concerned there was a problem. Vivi shrugged it off, ”I don’t know what happened, she just started yelling as I was walking by.”

Leaving the other guards to deal with the incensed criminal, Vivi turned on her heel, a smirk on her face, knowing that she was the reason that Camila was behind bars. And she would never get caught for it either.

### Connections

#### Friends

* Oriana Morales - Her sister and just about the only person that she trusts

#### Enemies

* Dimitri - She just likes to play with him a little bit. He's an Auror and he thinks he knows what he's doing. It's cute.