Post by valentina jean milton on Nov 5, 2012 9:02:56 GMT -5
VALENTINA
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[/color]Valentina Jean Milton;;
Nicknames;;[/color] Jean
Race;;[/color] nephilim
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 18
Sexuality;;[/color] Heterosexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] Alderford
Birthday;;[/color] 08.07
Occupation;;[/color] Bookstore assistant, free-lances as a thief.
Descended From;;[/color] Descended from: Demon of Greed, 7 generations ago; Demon of Wrath, 9 generations ago; Demon of Acedia, 6 generations ago; Fallen of Justice, 12 generations ago.
Power;;[/color] Animal morphing, the second type
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Blonde
Eye Colour;;[/color] Blue
Height;;[/color] 5’7
Weight;;[/color] 120
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Relatively lithe. Rather pale.
Description;;[/color] Since Valentina’s playby is Beth Riesgraf, she looks like Beth Riesgraf. She has long blonde hair and eyes which are, according to the internet, either blue or green. She has rather sharp features and what might be described to be a ‘devilish grin’.
If one were to wonder about her distinguishing features, the first thing that would come to mind would be the scar stretching from just below her ribcage to her left foot. It’s not a pretty scar—although it was relatively clean a cut, but it serves as a reminder for her to not do ridiculous, stupid things; especially in times of war. And perhaps another way that one might recognise Valentina Milton in a crowd is her hair, which she takes great care of and it will always stay the same length and fall in the same manner.
Weapons are a must with Valentina’s outfit, but she doesn’t take much effort to hide them. The important thing about weapons is that they can be seen, of course—she doesn’t really want to hurt anyone; she just wants to get their money and screw them over in every possible way. No physical harm is needed for something like that. Her clothing choices usually fall within the range of ‘affordable’ (everything is affordable for Valentina, she’s a pretty good thief) and ‘functional’ (read: she can steal things in them and move with relative agility). But, well, she’ll wear anything that she’s required to as long as she can get money out of it. Turns out that she inherited a lot of her personality from that Demon of Greed in her ancestry.
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Likes;;[/color]
- Money
- Her hair, although maybe one could say that she’s more proud of it than she likes it. Although she does like it
- Languages. All of them
- Häagen-Dazs
- Reading
Dislikes;;[/color]
- People ripping her off—although no one likes that.
- Knives
- Clowns
- Her mother—actually, her parents
- Sparkly things
Fears;;[/color]
- Clowns
- Being killed
- Being tortured and not killed
Ambitions;;[/color]
- To become the richest person that ever existed
- To know every language in the world
- To kill the person who gave her the scar
Secrets;;[/color]
- She steals. Yeah, that’s quite a big secret
- She killed her foster parents (she actually had a legit excuse for that, but yeah)
- She’s allergic to cats?
Personality;;[/color] Simply put, Valentina doesn’t really act around people. Having long had mastered the act of listening in on interesting conversations while blending into the background, it’s her best way of gathering information for her next heist. But when she has to act around people, she tries to be as subtle as possible, drawing the attention away from her rather than to her. After all, it wouldn’t be very safe if someone discovered that she wasn’t actually meant to be there, right? Other than that, she’s a very… intense person. Intense being that whenever she finds something that she’s interested in, she’s going to throw herself in all the way and never let go until she gets it, which also tends to be rather unfortunate sometimes as what she usually wants is something that can only be attained through illegal means.
Another thing about Valentina is that she’s quite the selfish little bitch. I guess to be a thief you rather have to be one; after all, you’re stealing someone else’s possessions, and it’s not even like you’re being a modern-day Robin Hood or anything. So yeah, she’s quite selfish. She’s been known to never put anyone (or anything) before herself, and if she does, it’s probably because it’s for her own personal benefit, and she knows that she can get out of any mess that she gets into. Otherwise, it’s Häagen-Dazs, because she’s in love with that brand of ice-cream. It’s seriously the only brand that she eats.
Despite her seemingly aloof personality, however, she nurses a desperate need for recognition. Not by the general public, of course, but by her mentor—the person who taught her how to lie and steal and cheat; Trevor. Although they’re no longer in touch, she still respects that person a great deal and misses him a whole lot. (On a side note, that person didn’t actually teach her those skills and tell her ‘hey, go be a thief’. In fact, he was actually training her to be a part of his spy team or something… well, no one’s really too clear on this part, because Valentina doesn’t really like to talk about it.)
And of course, Valentina actually cares. Did I miss out saying this before? Because she really does care, just… not enough to give up her money. Money’s her one true love and the only thing that she actually trusts in the world, and since young she has been taught the relevance of money in every scenario. When she’s not being a master thief, she skulks around the streets in search of homeless children (mostly to scout out anyone whom she might have to keep an eye on; of course, all the best thieves come from the people who need to steal things to keep alive). Sometimes she might even take one home, clean them up, and then set them out in the world again—of course, this is only for the more promising ones that she meets, just so that they remember that they owe her one. Oh, so maybe she doesn’t really care so much, after all. But she truly does want to make the world a better place; for herself, that is. Not for the world—she’d quite gladly let that burn.
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History;;[/color] The only thing that Valentina’s parents left to her when she was born was her frankly ridiculous name (seriously, Valentina? Like… Valentine?) and a stupid, pink baby blanket. Then she was left in an orphanage to rot, where she had to learn to fight for herself and screw all the other kids upside-down and inside-out.
It started when she was 4 years old, and a slightly older girl stole her baby blanket. They’d gotten into a fight and rolled all over the ground and the mud and basically everything until another older boy had come in (and mind you, this boy was about 9 years old, and a 5-year difference was a lot in a 4-year old’s mind), snatched the baby blanket, and returned it to Valentina. And then the older girl was promptly pushed into the lake nearby (but she could swim, so it wasn’t that bad).
Ever since then, they became practically inseparable, so much so that if Valentina was seen out of sight from Trevor, something was definitely wrong. They had a rather dangerous co-dependent relationship, of which the two of them only stayed with each other because they knew that they were the only people that they could actually count on (Valentina because he’d saved her from too many tough situations to count, Trevor because he’d saved her from too many tough situations to count.). They didn’t fall in love, but they loved each other, and it was purely platonic.
Soon they both got adopted and went on their separate ways, but they would meet up again in the future. No one can account for what happened to Trevor, but the family that Valentina had been sent to—the Diffinsons—were rather terrible parents, but they didn’t actually do anything bad. They paid for her school fees, but they hardly acknowledged Valentina’s existence; they gave her pocket money, but they didn’t cook meals for her. For Valentina, it was like being given a chance to make her own way around the world, and at 14, too. So instead of studying or painting her nails like she supposed that other girls her age might, she frequently snuck off into the shadier areas of her town and learned how the people that society chose to ignore had to live.
Disgusted by what she saw, she swore to herself that she’d never live such a life. Now, Valentina was a rather talented gymnast at her school, school team and everything, but she knew that she could do so much more with her skills. Secretly and without her adoptive parents’ consent, she asked a teacher whom she knew was a skilled dancer to teach her. This teacher taught her how to be elegant, how to have poise, how to dance, and most importantly, how to move around without being noticed. It was rather surprising when Valentina first found out how easy it was to slip around everyone if one had the adequate amount of grace, and she found herself laughing at her clumsier peers.
Then Valentina’s little stint at her school came to an end when the Diffinsons shipped her back to the orphanage and there she stayed for quite some time. Although she couldn’t really bring herself to blame the Diffinsons for giving her back—after all, she knew that they had never loved her, and it was amazing that they had managed to put up with her for so many years already—she had a relatively hard time settling back into the ways of being in her old orphanage. Being older gave her so much more knowledge that she used to have, though, and she learned that she could do anything with money. Anything included getting proper dance lessons, and most importantly, anything included getting out of the orphanage and back into the real world. So she did what only a stupid kid with her talents could do—she stole all the money from the adults running the orphanage and ran away, never to be seen again.
She spent one and a half years living by herself when Trevor found her again and taught her all the finer ways of getting what she wanted. Apparently he was some big-shot in some important organisation now, and he wanted her to help him out with some rather delicate stuff. She agreed, and then they had this system going. Well, it went perfectly, until Trevor asked her to join him full-time and told her exactly what it was that he did, and, hey, Valentina didn’t want to join some do-good organisation who got only a little bit of money for what they did. Although Trevor never contacted her again after that, she could no longer stay in that town knowing that Trevor knew where she was every moment of the day, knowing that he was doing good with his life while she was still stealing shit for every dick in the world who didn’t want/couldn’t do the dirty work himself. Knowing that any time that he wanted to, Trevor could turn on her and keep her in jail forever. And so she packed her bags and left, heading for Alderford.
What? It looked like a nice place where violence wasn’t frowned upon and what with the war going on, no one was going to notice a few stolen valuables, right? And even if they did, they would probably blame someone from the opposing side… someone who wasn’t Valentina. She doesn’t even let anyone know that she’s Valentina Milton anymore; now she goes by her middle name, and everyone knows her as Jean.
Town Request;;[/color] I would prefer her in Carford, for I already have two characters in Alderress (and none in Carford). But it doesn’t really matter either way, because I think I can make her work in both towns.
Role-Play Sample;;[/color] When Helo heard Natesa ask him if he wanted to start over, Helo really had to... resist the urge to thank the heavens above for giving him a second chance with his sister. He knew perfectly well that he had messed up majorly with the first impressions bit and everything, after all of his screwed-up speech (to think that he imagined himself to have had gotten over that problem in his formative years). "Starting over? Yeah, that-- that sounds good," he said, letting out a deep breath that he didn't know that he'd been holding. "H--hey. I'm Helo Madely, your half-brother."
Despite his completely stupid behaviour, he hoped that Natesa wouldn't judge him. "I'm... I guess I should introduce myself, then. I'm 21 this year, and I work in the hospital as a doctor. I hate the colour blue and I've been told that I'm rather obsessive about my appearance; also, I've been looking for you ever since I found out about your existence." He said all of that in a huge chunk, and to be honest he'd be surprised if Natesa caught any of that, but he was-- he felt a lot better after having introduced himself to at his sister. "I would... I would be honoured if you let me be a part of your life from now on."
Hopefully-- yeah, Helo thought that was a much better retake-first impression that the original one. Maybe Nattie would actually want to be his sister now.
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Cyrille • • I think it’s 5 months this month • • Panic!.
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