Villanelle-bio-1920
  • Villanelle possesses a cold brutality under her innocent-looking exterior. With an appetite for killing groaning in her gut, she is a living, breathing, shopping, killing psychopath. Contentedly living outside any human moral code, Villanelle kills with flare, recklessness and absolutely no conscience.

    She can be adorable, playful, funny, frightening, warm, chilling, vulnerable, impenetrable…anything you want her to be. She’s trouble – and she takes great pleasure in pushing the boundaries with her eternally patient handler Konstantin. As much of a goddess as she is a devil, either way, she is extraordinary. And she knows he knows this.

    Paid with a lifestyle, a comfortable living expense, her own apartment and a wardrobe to literally kill for, Villanelle glides freely through the streets of Paris, an understated beauty who can be both breath-taking and anonymous.

    Villanelle had nothing before she was trained to become a purpose-built killer. Her instruction is to, without question, assassinate individuals around the world. She doesn’t care how many people have to die; this has bought her a lifestyle she loves.

    Villanelle outwardly appears charismatic and charming, funny, polite and engaging yet she has a look in her eye that seems to go on forever... something dark that’s hard to name. It’s impossible to know what she is thinking or feeling, because something is missing.

    She has an impulsive side that lets her down. Her ego requires her to feel invincible and essential, and then there’s a certain kind of woman... early 40s, dark full-bodied hair, no make-up, ill-fitting clothes, a quiet kindness. Any or all of these things could tip her into orchestrating her own downfall.

    In her world, she is a masterful assassin with her own inimitable style. To the security services, she is a pest — and potentially a lead to the shady organization she works for. The closer Eve gets to uncovering who Villanelle really is, the more reckless she becomes and the more her precariously-curated existence starts to unravel.