♠ Application

♠ Mun
Name: Rose Marie
Journal: songasixpence
Contact Info: PM on any of my accounts, AIM: lottielogic01, email: spiralnoir@yahoo.com
Other Characters: Charlotte La Bouff, Jasmine

♠ Character Info
Name: Violent Parr
Movie/series: The Incredibles
Year/Position: First Year/Freshman High School
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): None
Powers: As a super, Violet does indeed have powers. Her own unique combination includes both creating force fields and invisibility.

The force field is described as a shield of psionic energy that Violet manipulates around herself. The field itself is virtually impenetrable as long as she can keep it up. Under extreme pressures, both mental and physical, Violet has shown to have troubles both creating the fields as well as maintaining them. As her control of this particular power grew, she was also able to somewhat control the shape and size of these fields, though it almost always took on a spherical form; even when it wasn’t a 3 dimensional shape, but a wall, it was somewhat curved. During intense moments of battle when she conjures it, perhaps as a sort of survival instinct, it always covers her and whoever she’s trying to protect completely. This power is closely connected with her confidence level; the better she feels about herself and her powers, the easier it is to tap into.

Violet has most control over her invisibility, and is able to isolate parts of her body and render them invisible, as well as her entire body as a whole. She cannot cause other objects or people to turn invisible, and as such, unless the clothes are specifically created to disappear with her, they will remain visible. This power doesn’t seem to tire her at all, and can probably be in use for an indefinite amount of time; it was revealed in the original story board that she was able to use this ability since she was a small baby, making it very likely that invisibility has been a very natural and easy thing for her to control. Emotions do play a role in when exactly she turns invisible, especially if she’s embarrassed or angry (as seen with the dinner scene and her rumble with Dash, she briefly turns invisible, and with Tony when she‘s too giddy and flustered to let him see her). That being said, it is still likely that it is purposefully executed, not a instinctive and spontaneous invisibility.

She cannot use both abilities at the same time.

Canon history: Here~
AU history: After the defeat of the Omnidroid and Syndrome, Violet returned to a normal life.

Well, most of the time, anyway. Things had been looking up for her; after their family’s first adventure -and first true bonding experience together, she had become comfortable in her own skin for the first time since she was small. With her hair pulled back in a headband, her posture confident, and her clothes peppy, she even managed to get the attention of Tony Rydinger, her crush.

Shortly thereafter, they began to date. Life went on, though it was a precarious balancing act trying to live a “normal” life, keeping up with a normal relationship, and taking care of the responsibilities of being a superhero. However, due to the return of supers and their being in the spotlight and welcomed (by most), the villains had to become craftier once more, and super villains began to pour out of the woodwork. The Incredibles had to up their game to stay on top of the growing threats; Bob was able to train himself to lift even greater strengths and improved in his swiftness and reaction time, Helen once more returned to the flexibility and litheness of her youth, Dash continued to break his records for speed, and even Jack-Jack had learned to shift into all his different forms on command. The only one who didn’t improve? Violet.

She was stuck at the same power level she had reached on the island. The result of this imbalance in the family unit? Mission after mission, mistakes were made. The person who made them was none other than Violet. As time went on, she screwed up more and more, unable to keep up in the powers department, jeopardizing her own life, her family members’ lives, and the lives of the innocent. Bob was consistently disappointed, Dash made sure to never let her live it down, and while Helen tried her best to support the dark haired teen, she couldn’t help but press the girl to train and try harder even when it was evident Violet couldn't do any more to improve. However, their insistence and pushing didn’t yield any results.

As the months passed, Violet’s confidence in herself began to diminish, and so did Tony’s patience with her. Being late to dates, leaving them early, calling them off at the last minute, and even not showing up at all at had taken its toll on their relationship. He understood that she had responsibilities (“baby sitting Jack-Jack“ was her typical excuse), but he also couldn’t continue such a dysfunctional relationship with a girlfriend that was hardly around. Of course, Violet understood and agreed -albeit with a heavy heart- that they should call it off altogether.

Feeling worse than she had in months (she believed herself to be just as useless in a normal life as she was as a super), she returned one day from school, brought in the mail, and… noticed one of the envelopes was addressed to her. That in itself was odd. She never got any personal mail unless it was the holiday season. Opening it, she found an invitation to Walt Disney Academy. She recalled the name from the news over the radio; it was a place dedicated to stopping the Black Mist.

With that horrible Mist traveling closer and closer to Middle America every day, and with her “career” as a super going badly, she made her decision. Staying and continuing to fight alongside her parents and brothers would surely end in them getting hurt… or worse… due to her continuous mistakes. She was nothing but a burden. At least at the Academy, she could do some good and learn how to combat the Mist that her family would, no doubt, have to encounter again.

With that goal in mind, she hid the invitation from her parents (after all, they would never let her go otherwise, or so she believed), skipped school, and instead boarded a bus and ferry for Walt Disney Academy.

Personality: Violet is at an impasse in this stage of her life, caught between childhood and womanhood. There’s a line in a deleted scene that went, “I’m gangly, and growing ganglier. I have no curves, my friends are dorkier than I am, and I can’t say anything right but my brain won’t shut up!” She is the epitome of awkward, hiding behind her hair when she feels insecure (which was every day before she was “allowed” to use her powers), being thin to the point of having a boyish figure, and speaking with a mild lisp. While she has gotten over her insecurities somewhat, they do rear their ugly heads every now and then, especially since the confidence she harbored at the end of the movie has been diminished in the AU.

Perhaps derived from her lack of confidence and the need to feel better about herself, Violet has developed a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. While she often has difficulty expressing her thoughts and feelings properly, she’s not afraid to speak her mind to those she’s close with (usually it’s only her family). Those close to her often have to deal with her sarcasm the most, as she’s usually pretty meek with strangers and is even reserved with certain friends (especially those of the family).

She can be pretty bashful at times, especially around people she admires (usually peers). Which, in turn, plays off her awkwardness. At other times though, she can be snarky, though she often lacks the authority (even if it’s given to her) or the ability to take command to back her attitude up. However, that’s not to say she’s completely outspoken and doesn’t hold her tongue. She just typically only does so when she wants to keep to herself (again, usually when her confidence isn‘t doing so hot).

Unlike her parents (and even sometimes Dash), Violet panics very easily. Even in the midst of battle, she’s the first, if not the only one to scream in terror, freaking out instead of getting out of harm’s way, at least not until the last second. This is also evident in her own personal fighting style (or arguably, lack thereof), in which defense trumps offense and in which being in the moment trumps thinking ahead. In all fairness, though, her powers are not meant for attacking, but rather, defense; it makes no sense for her to be the go-getter when she has nothing to “go-get” with.


Despite their differences and the challenges they’ve faced internally, Violet really does care for and loves her family. Even with a lack of proper control over her powers and doubts in her heart, she was willing to risk life and limb for them. She and Dash, as siblings, are particularly close, which is probably why they fight and bicker over everything. They know the most about each other and their likes and dislikes, though that knowledge is usually used against one another in their little sibling feuds. However, throughout the movie, if Violet’s not fighting with her entire family as a solid unit, she’s always by Dash’s side. Even though she’s the bossy big sister and he’s the annoying little brother, they have a very important bond, which, as her confidence level grew, became much more outwardly (and perhaps even inwardly) pleasant. As a result of having him for a brother, she has a tolerance for “annoying”, though her fuse is short once it is lit.

While she’s no genius, Violet is very bright and clever. She does pretty well in scholastics and tends to hang out with the nerds (such as Kari). When given the opportunity, she does show her logic skills, from trying out her force field to see if it would disrupt the energy binding her family in Syndrome’s “cuffs”, to stating to use the previous coordinates from the last rocket launch. But she demonstrates this ability better when she has time to think.

Underneath it all, underneath her powers, Violet’s still very much a regular teenager. She likes music, she likes to read magazines (the typical teen girly ones, at that), and even at the end of the movie, she was shown to enjoy sporting events and conversation (and with her possibly-new wardrobe, maybe even shopping to some degree?). However, she was so stuck up over her powers (from which her lack of confidence is stemmed from), she couldn’t see that she wasn’t that terribly different from any other kid outside of her genes.

Greatest Fear: Losing her family… because she couldn’t pull through to save them. Currently, her family is the most important thing in her life; most of the supers have been killed off by Syndrome, their family friends are far and few between, and let’s face it, her school friends would probably suck at pulling through for her in the end. She’d be complete alone and on her own (emotionally and mentally as well) without anyone who’d actually care for her as a Parr, a girl, and a super. That’s not to mention how traumatizing it would be to lose all those people you hold closest to your heart. It’s actually this fear which has lead her to accept the Academy’s invitation.
Has your character been at the Academy before/ does your character remembering being at the Academy before?: No.
What are you plans with this character?: Violet has sort of reverted a bit from the end of the movie, giving her the balance of awkwardness and confidence she had in the middle of the film without the traumatizing impact of taking her from a median canon point. I’d like to explore her regaining her confidence completely. In addition, while Violet is technically a character in her own right, she’s still a piece of the Parr family, only part of what makes the Incredibles so incredible. All her growth so far has stemmed from being part of that family. I’d like to see Violet blossom into her own person and become an independent young woman, circumstances providing.

Also, let’s face it. I love me some Misty torture. 8|

Previous players with returning characters from disney_academy only:
How has the Black Mist affected your character’s memory, if at all?: N/A
Are there any noteworthy events that happened to your character in the previous game?: N/A

♠ Writing
Third person writing sample: The ride to school seemed to go on for hours, the usual ten minute commute had morphed into a lagging eternity in the shadows of sloth. Each red light might as well have been a villain, eying Violet through the front seat window with a cynical sneer, threatening to expose her anxiety to Helen, who was driving the car, and Dash, in the seat directly behind her. By some miracle though, neither noticed just how uptight and uncomfortable the teen was. Still, Violet could have sworn that out of the corner of her eye, Jack-Jack was staring at her funny. At least he couldn’t speak, even if he did somehow sense something was afoot. She hoped to God it wasn’t some sort of new psychic power or anything; then again, maybe she was simply imagining things, letting her nerves get the better of her.

On her lap resided her backpack, and she clung to it like a child would his blanket or bear. At her feet, a single duffel bag, which she had been sure to explain so it would be inconspicuous enough. She had blatantly lied to her parents, exclaiming that she wanted to try out for the dance team after her breakup with Tony, that she needed to do something fun to get her mind off of him; besides, maybe if she got some confidence back, she‘d do better in her training at home. As for why it looked so full, the false answer was simple. “Kari” had insisted that she lend every piece of dance wear and equipment she had collected over the years, so that Violet had the best chance of succeeding and getting. Everyone knew how eccentric and over the top Kari was. Nobody had even questioned it. For that much, Violet was grateful.

Her mind traced back to early that morning, every one of her actions replaying over and over in her head. She had barely gotten any sleep, tossing and turning over what she should do about the invitation. Mom and Dad sure as heck wouldn’t let her go; after their bout with Syndrome, they believed separating the family was not an option, regardless of what they’d have to face. But that mentality had almost cost them their lives, simply because Violet could not get her act together… no, because her powers just had to be at their limit. Because she was too weak. She was going to get her family killed if she kept fighting alongside them.

It was with that thought that she had rolled out of bed, turned on her desk lamp, and began to write. It didn’t have to be anything fancy, just a simple letter explaining her choice, that she’d be safe, a vague explanation of where she’d be, that she loved them. Once she was semi-satisfied with her little note (which ended up being a fourth of fifth draft, the others discarded as little balls in her rubbish bin), she had folded it, made her bed, and neatly placed it three-fourths under her pillow. She hoped it was hidden enough not be noticed way until she was long gone, but still visible enough that it could be easily found once her parents eventually noticed that she wasn’t returning home and start to look for clues.

Her mind screeched back into reality as the car came to a stop in front of Western View High. It took all the strength she had not to allow her stinging eyes to water as she stumbled out onto the sidewalk with stiff limbs. Looking back at her mom and saying her goodbyes and ‘I love yous‘ was much harder than she wanted to admit, as they would be the last ones she‘d say for a long while. Slinging the duffle bag over one shoulder and her backpack over the other, she scurried off, intent on hiding in one of the outside bathrooms until class began.

The ring of the tardy bell was sweet relief for the anxiety that built up as she stood in a stall, quiet as a church mouse. Cautiously, she peered out, made sure no students or staff would be around to see her, and began her first steps towards the first stop on the road to the Academy. She may not have been up to par with the rest of the Parrs battle-wise, but if there was one thing she was good at, it was being invisible, even without physically turning so. As such, it wasn’t difficult to sneak out of the grounds, ridiculously easy in fact. At that point, though, she was just grateful for the bus station being only a few blocks from the school; less eye-witnesses to see her get on.

Her fare paid, she chose a seat in the back, stashing her duffel bag up above and, once she sat down, holding her backpack in her lap again. Quietly, she unzipped the front pocket, pulling out the invitation. Her fingers ran over the impressive little piece of paper, over the raised letters and the shiny academy crest at the top. It’s too late to turn back now, she told herself. She had to finish this trip. There was no argument about that, or rather, she wouldn't let there be. Even as the doubts and imagined reactions of her various family members flashed in her mind’s eye, she justified it. However, it still caused a horrible remorse and guilt to bubble in her stomach; but she quickly shook that off, instead focusing completely on her plan.

Get to the ferry port. Get to the mainland. Get to the tram. Get to the school.

“You can do this, Vi… you can do this.”

First person writing sample:

[The feed flicks on without too much difficulty, showing a young girl with raven hair in a barely-touched dorm room. Joe West, from the looks of it. The only signs of her current occupation are the duffel bag, with what seems to be a red and black sweater of some sort hanging out of it, and a backpack on the floor.]

Um, I’m supposed to introduce myself. I think.

Anyways, I’m Violet Parr, and… well… I’m new. But… I guess everyone would already know that… [She glances away briefly, feeling awkward and out of place in the fancy and prestigious school. Who knows what sort of confident, wealthy, genius people attend. And here she was, trying to talk to them Out of habit, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that had come loose from her headband.]

…I look forward to meeting everyone and doing well in class… Ugh, that sounds so stupid…

Uh, anyways, yeah. I guess that’s all.

W-wait, I lied. Does anyone know where the student store is? I sort of… need to order my uniform and… stuff.

Okay… um… bye. [She reaches forward and flicks the communicator off, her uncertainty and embarrassment unfortunately visible in the last moments of her recorded visage.]