Your reckoning in flesh —
the demon in your dreams !

name violet bennett, more known as her stage name, envy ripleybirthday october 11, 1998birthplace adelaide, australiaspecies born human, converted into vampireoccupation wrestler/wwe superstar

disclaimer this portrayal contains mature and potentially sensitive themes, including sexual content presented for narrative purposes only. nothing here is intended to sexualize or fetishize. viewer discretion is advised.

OO1. this character is an original creation with a supernatural origin, adaptable to any fandom setting. transformations and alternate versions are expressed through standalone monologues.OO2. violet is bisexual with a feminine inclination, and currently part of a pre-established singleship with hyunah. please refrain from initiating sexual interactions or approaches — this character is not written for that purpose.OO3. feel free to interact openly. writer is non-selective and open to all types of plots, as long as sensitive themes are discussed and planned beforehand.

writer's note. the person behind violet writes in both english and spanish. spanish is the main language in this profile because it is her first language.

the fall and the flame

content warning: mature themes — violence, trauma, sexual assault, and emotional distress. dead dove: do not eat.

from the city of adelaide, the young violet dreamed of becoming a wrestling superstar — just like the ones she used to watch as a child on tv, right after dinner time was over.
her first real approach came at twelve, after watching a show called wwe: vintage, which focused on classic matches. one that caught her attention was the hardy boyz vs. edge and christian in the early 2000s. what struck her was seeing a woman alongside one of the teams — she didn’t hold back, hitting men in the most astounding and phenomenal ways possible. of course, she also took her share of hits, though not equally. but it was the late ’90s, early 2000s — and if that era in wrestling was known for something, it was the ruthless aggression era.of course, she became obsessed with her goal — to become a wrestling superstar. but resources at home were scarce. her parents were loving, yet she still had to help out however she could. her father had been laid off, and violet thought her dream was slipping further away. she got a job at hungry jack’s — australia’s equivalent of burger king. she worked the register, cleaned up after closing, and brought a little money home. it wasn’t much, but it was something. with what she earned, she could pay for the gym and even take professional wrestling lessons. she was too young to do it all on her own, but at least it kept her mind busy.high school was as normal as it could be for any teenager in the 2010s. dating, boys, school dances — isn’t it wonderful? not really. unlike other girls, violet was taller. her body wasn’t like that of the petite or supermodel-type girls. she was rarely a boy’s first choice — she looked like a man, they’d say. through all her adolescence, she believed no one could ever love her. and to no one’s surprise, in her early teens, she discovered she was attracted to women. but the girls around her weren’t like her either. some liked wrestling, sure, but most were slimmer, softer. violet was thin too, but her shoulders were broader than her hips — just like a man’s. that insecurity only fueled her to keep pushing toward her dream.her opportunity came when, at sixteen, she joined riot city wrestling, a small indie promotion in australia. it wasn’t glamorous, but it was something. most storylines paired her with men in romantic subplots — typical for smaller promotions that often let men fight women. but it didn’t save her from being sexualized or touched under the excuse of performance. during matches, her chest, her thighs, her waist — all became open invitations for others to cross boundaries. groping disguised as moves. hits that lingered too long. she learned early that being a woman in the ring didn’t make her equal; it made her vulnerable.a year later, at seventeen, a representative from a japanese wrestling company offered her a chance abroad — the kind of opportunity that could change everything. new japan pro wrestling. japan was known for shaping the best wrestlers before they made it to wwe. she accepted without hesitation. after all, she’d saved enough to survive, and at her age, she could finally work, travel, and chase her dream.arriving in japan was harsh. the culture was entirely different, and the work culture even more brutal. she learned basic japanese — enough to communicate — but payments were an issue. her training, housing, and classes were supposed to be covered by the company, but money quickly ran out. they didn’t book her enough; to japanese audiences, she wasn’t attractive enough. it was common — women were still being sexualized, especially in smaller or underground promotions. when she did get matches, her body was treated like an object, her boundaries constantly crossed, her dignity ignored.she stayed there four years, fighting through exhaustion, loneliness, and exploitation. by twenty-one, money had run out completely, and she left njpw behind. she entered underground circuits that paid better — the kind of places where pain sold faster than skill.it took her two more years for a wealthy japanese man to notice her — influential, powerful, well connected. he promised her a ticket to wwe if she worked for him and represented him in the underground circuit. violet thought it was her big break — better money, better training, someone to handle her visa. he was respected in japan’s wrestling scene. but it turned out to be a nightmare. she felt more like his slave than his employee. every fight she was in, she won. people bet on her. huge sums of money were placed on her — yet she only got 20%. her owner took the rest.a year later, by twenty-four, they traveled to south korea to keep the money flowing, performing in darker, rougher places. violet barely spoke; the man held her passport, her money, her life. things got worse the night he entered her hotel room in korea. she was deeply asleep — exhausted and numbed by painkillers for her battered body. she could barely recall the nights anymore, but her thighs always felt sticky. and beside her in bed was that man, holding her by the waist. she froze, completely cold inside. her mind tried to process it — the bruises, the fog, the nausea, the horror. when the alarm went off, he simply got up as if nothing had happened, patting her shoulder before leaving the room. violet just blinked, eyes wide open, lost. she walked to the bathroom and tried to wash herself. she felt dirty. every time she ran the soap across her skin, she felt their hands on her — those men’s hands who had touched her under the excuse that it was part of the business. no matter how hard she scrubbed, the sticky feeling wouldn’t go away. she looked clean, but inside, she wasn’t.that night she was to face a man her size, her strength, her agility — but violet wasn’t herself anymore. her mind drifted, sound distorted, a ringing filled her head. she was on autopilot until she found herself standing in the ring. before her stood a man — him. her abuser. her owner. she couldn’t see her actual opponent; all she saw was him, over and over. violet lunged, fists flying — she punched his cheek, his stomach, screamed from deep within, grabbed his head and slammed it into her knee, breaking his nose. she wanted to kill him, to erase him, to make him drown in his own blood. she climbed on top of him, punching over and over, knuckles bleeding — years of rage and humiliation bursting out in a single violent moment. she would never, never let another man touch her like that again.when she came to, several people were holding her back. the man she’d fought lay unconscious on the ground. others stared at her in shock. her knuckles were covered in blood — his and hers. her boss watched from the stands, frowning. but in the crowd, violet caught sight of a woman smiling, clapping for her. her world spun; nausea hit hard. the lights dimmed. everything blurred. people dragged her away from the ring as if she were poison. she had almost killed the man.the woman approached — glamorous, calm, radiant. young, maybe in her late twenties. everything about her was elegant, sophisticated. violet saw her speaking to her boss while she was handed a towel and a bottle of water. that woman had always been there, always watching her matches. violet overheard others whisper that she was the biggest bettor in violet’s fights — no one knew who she was or where she came from, but a woman like that didn’t belong in a place so filthy… unless she was involved.meeting her — meeting hyunah — would become the beginning of her salvation. the first step back toward her dream.