Black, luscious hair, striking blue eyes. A face to die for. Lean yet toned body. Vivianne was the kind of girl to trump even the boys at highschool. Her position as the captain of the state dodgeball team was something of a miracle, though she had only been here for around a year. She originated from Sweden, and her parents forced her to come to the US. It was a rather tragic circumstance, losing both her birth home and first boyfriend in as many days. Even so, she remained adamant that she would proceed to learn great things and become what she always wanted to be - a sports physician. The dream began some time ago, but now she could truly get it underway. Striding through the school hallways during lunch break, she turned a corner and was suddenly bumped into by another female, and Vivianne was the one who took the fall. "Ah!" She cried, her accent evident but refined. "I'm so sorry!"