VIOLET VIXEN
Long ago, Vixen was a name that would send shivers down the spines of those who lived within her realm. Her powers almighty, being the benevolent God that she was.
However, in the ‘shifting of management’ that befell the Realm, Vixen was reduced to a mere Jester, cursed eternally in her mind to know nothing but silliness and a lust for transformation. Though, she could hardly complain. No longer feared, now praised by those, including the Mistress, for her sheer creativity. They loved her.
Yet her lust for transformation remained, and there was really only so much she could do with the lonely horny imp. So she threw herself away, tricking the realm into letting her free into the Mortal Realm. Whereupon she found herself with merely a fraction of her former power, yet in this world… she had unlimited reign over the mortal beings that passed her.
In the years that followed, she found herself a Jester. A clown. A living cartoonish toy with the power to do whatever she wanted to whomever she wanted, limited only by her imagination.
She travelled around, always finding herself at some kind of carnival, event, and always unnoticed (except for those pesky operatives who wanted to find her).
But she felt attracted to those who craved change. Whose insecurities called her closer. Those who from the moment they were born knew her name.
Violet Vixen; Jester Transformia