Country Affiliation: Kou Empire (Adrastos)
Race:Fanalis
Tier:D
Class:Assassin
Age + Birthdate: 22, May 1st
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Personality:
Valeria is a wild and violent creature. She has no qualms at all with killing those she's told to. However, she also wouldn't say that she doesn't enjoy the hell out of it. She's a saddist, through and through, and gets off on the power that destroying another living thing gives her. There is no end to the amusement she gets from slipping up to someone and ending their life with her own hands. She has a rather impressive amount of patience as well, especially for a Fanalis, which only heightens the moment of the kill.
Valeria isn't very prudish or overally concerned with her appearance, save for maybe her hair. She's worn rags most her life, but doesn't get attached to wearing higher end attire. That being said, the cleaniness and upkeep of her hair, generally rates pretty damn high on her priority list. She has been known to kill fellow slaves for mocking her hair, or just for getting in her way of a good bath. It's one of the few things she does take pride in.
While most would call her an absolute monster, she likens herself more ot a sociopath. She can easily play the part of being demure, or even enchanting. While she doesn't like to use sexual attraction in her work, she's quite versed in the art of seduction. She's equally at ease playing the bloodthirsty murderer, as well as playing the ravishing and attractive guard.
Likes:
Blood: Nominally the sight of other's. The euphoria she gains from the splash of warm liquid gives her a great thrill.
Baths: Nothing relaxes her quite like a warm bath, sets her nerves at ease and is one of the few places her guard drops.
Dislikes:
Boredom: While she has patience, she has no ability to stand being bored at all. She will eventually go off to find something to get into.
Peace: Valeria can't stand the though of a peaceful world. The idea that killing people would disappear, sickens her.
Aspirations:
Valeria's wish is rather quite simplistic in nature. She wishes to become the most feared assassin to have ever lived. She wants her name to become a bygone word for terror, and fear itself become one of her greatest weapons. She wants the chance to kill kings and queens, to murder a kingdom. To created the greatest single act of bloodshed the world has ever heard of. To leave a lasting legacy of terror and blood...these are things she wishes more than anything else.
Phobias/fears:
Valeria fears she will become a prize to some sloven person. A piece of living art, to while away her years being some pretty bauble for some cretin of a master. She fears that her skills will become useless, and unnecessary. That her name will be spoken only in greeting, instead of with terror and fear marking their intonation. She is terrified by the prospect that it will be old age that will eventually claim her, instead of by blade or fire. She believes that the only way she can truly be happy with her own death, is to die in a fight that will echo through the ages. The personification of darkness, slain at a terrible cost. To die from old age and buried without any lasting impression, are things that haunt her most.
Face-Claim: Masane Amaha (Witchblade, Witchblade-Form)
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Yellow (black scelera from corruption)
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 66 kg
Appearance:
Valeria is a well built specimen of the female Fanalis. While she is well toned and quite muscular, she also has ample assets at her disposal. She has beautifully pale skin, with a myriad tracery of barely noticable scars. She has a pair of red tattoos that move up her face from her her cheeks. She has a single piercing in her tongue, and at least one in each ear. Her attire used to be completely handled by the organization that she was enslaved to. But since breaking way, she predominately wears whatever Adrastos's councilors seem to want her to wear. Currently that is clothing more suited to a lady in Kou.
Rukh Alignment:Black
Special Features: Black scelera.
History:
Valeria was born to two parents who were on the run. They had earned the ire of a small group of people and so decided to leave Reim. Of course, bad luck followed them anyways. One of the people had tracked them to their new place in Heliohapt, and killed her parents. The young Valeria was then sold into the thriving slave market there, to earn the man some money. Being a Fanalis, her unique abilities were quickly sought out by a small group. The Serrated Quarry, an assassin group that bought children on the slave market to train as assassins. A young Fanalis, was just something they couldn't pass up.
From there it was constant days of fighting, beatings, and starvations. The Quarry were out to leave opposition to the King, bloodied and leaderless. They needed highly skilled murders, and Valeria was one such individual. They tormented and beat her, till she could understand her position. She was trained in the most cruel fashions imaginable, to serve them, to kill without any regards to others. And she did. She was a marvelous performer, graceful, dedicated, saddistic, merciless, and unquetionably loyal. Still she had issues. Unhinged some might say. She enjoyed the kill too much. It began when she turned 13. The Quarry began to notice exra bodies begin to pile up around Valeria's targets. It seemed she started to become intoxicated from the experience of killing, to the point that the target was no longer enough for her.
They were beginning to lose their tool as a well trained assassin, and more of a mass murder. A beast of violence, but they could not contain her. Her name alone was enough to elicit far more gold from contractors. So they turned her into someone they could contract out to to take out entire groups. Something she excelled at more and more. But they needed to keep her on an ever shorter leash. A life time of bloodshed had awoken a sexual desire to do just that...shed the blood of other's.
When she was turned twenty-two, the Serrated Quarry could not longer contain her properly. It was at this time that someone came to buy her services, for their master. The Quarry instead deigned to sell her entirely, like a common slave. By this time, the Black Rukh had taken control and swirled around her. She was someone who could no longer stand “in the light,” and she drew far too much attention to the Quarry. So they sold her into slavery to Adrastos. Bound she was sent on a ship to be a retainer to the powerful man in the Kou Empire.
Role-Play Sample:
It was night, as it so often was, as a shadow crept through the small compound. Balbadd was a place of spice, and night time revelries. The merchant's compound was well-guarded, with high walls, and routine patrols. It hadn't stopped the shadow from finding it's way in though. A flash of skin, a beautiful smile, and the guard had spilled everything. Then he spilled his blood. His body was laying in a gutter currently, being picked over by the underclass. How easy it had been to win him over, to get him to spill everything. ”Foolish little man.” The grin was plastered all over the shadow's face.
It was not until well inside the compound's main building did she notice something amiss. Valeria scanned the coridors. Nothing. No guards. No foot-steps. She grinned again, and made her way into the main hall. Braziers blazed to life, guards stepping out from behind pillars. They had been ready and hiding. ”We knew you were coming. We had reports that you had arrived. It seems you took the bait. Now...we have you.” The lead guard, was a lean man, with a small beard and a breastplate. He grinned as the assassin shook...but that grin turned to disapointment, then to fear. It was not with fear that Valeria shook, it was excitement, mirth even. She laughed and threw her head back, the red main of hair falling back to her rear.
”Good! Let the dance commence then.” She stroked her own cheek, her eyes glassy with built up lust and pleasure. ”Let me hear you scream.” She pulled her blade off her back and grinned, as the guards hesitated. It was a period they shouldn't have wasted. In a flash the blade swung, and split itself apart. A snake sword, wires holding the segments together, lashed out and slashed three guard's throats open. From there she pounced, literally towards another, knocking a guard over as the bladded segments whirled around behind her. They returned to their original form, and she drove the point of the blade through the man's armor. Just under the shoulder, through the arm pit and into the man's heart and lungs. The other guards stared in horror, in a scant few seconds she'd eliminated four of them. The most junior of men turned and ran, screaming, the seniors broke ranks to fall back.
The leader stayed for a second, turned, and tripped over himself to get away. She was on him in a flash. He stabbed her in the arm with the dagger he drew. She...moaned. ”Yesssss moreeeee.....Hurt me moreeee.” She flicked out her tongue, the little piercing wiggling a bit, and licked her own lips seductively. ”I didn't come for the merchant. Oh no...that's too easy. I'm here to kill you, Captain Yasif. You and all your men are going to die tonight, and when I'm done with you all...then I'll kill that fat-pig.” She reached down and caressed the Captain's face. ”But...it's going to hurt captain. So...let me hear your scream.”
