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[[xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCreation from the Mind of bippa-san]]
Name: Valen Raige Sonand, and I'm also known as La Volpe.
Age: Twenty-seven, and getting older. I can already hear my bones creaking.
Gender: Male. I ... was hoping that of all things would be obvious ...
Race: Are you kidding me? Human! Common sense people, an alien can't look as good as I do.
Role: One of the renowned human militia leaders.
Gender Preference: At the moment, I couldn't care less, but I'm a little bit busy to be partaking in such carnal delights.
How I'm described: Ever since a young age, Valen has had a very calm, laid back personality. In his opinion a problem can always be fixed, but not if you're too serious or stressed about doing so. Life is too short, especially with the arrival of the Annunaki on earth. That's not to say that he isn't worried, especially for the wellbeing of the soldiers in his militia -- of course not. Valen, as immature and childish as it may seem, feels that there is more value to laughter than to tears or frustration. For this reason the other militia leaders may not take him very seriously, but they can't help but accept the fact that if anyone can improve morale it's Valen. He considers himself and his army as a group or guild of thieves, bandits and spies. They're close-knit and even have a blackboard listing who is leading in terms of skill and success, encouraging competitiveness within their ranks. Again, other leaders would probably disagree with the young man's tactics, but he could care less for their opinions. And that in itself is another trait: he is rebellious and not at all self-conscious. Unless he's actually seeking it out, he'll rarely take advice to heart. Being very physically active can relate to his love of speed and his habit of being incredibly impatient. Unless he's had a few drinks and a cigarette or two, Valen finds it difficult to sit down and participate in a meeting. He loves to be up and about and doing something. When in such a state it's especially hard for him to get a job done, though he'll begin several. The leader is also relatively stubborn and outright rude - while he won't mean it to sound quite so cold, he's prone to making remarks about another person's flaws and insecurities. However he does enjoying seeing a person's weaknesses. It allows him to get closer to them and to disect them piece by piece: their emotions, their fears, their history - all for him to know and to use, but also to protect. For instance, while he understands his younger brother's fears and may occasionally tease him about it, he'd never let anyone else do so. As he becomes more comfortable in his position of militia leader, he has steadily become more outspoken, going so far as to openly challenge the plans of other militia leaders and make crude statements about their strategic capabilities.
My life's story: He can still remember the way the world was before the Annunaki retaliated. The world was green, and the cities glowed like spilled firefly lanterns at night ... he'd play with his father and brothers in the dimming afternoon, climbing trees, being yelled at by mother when he leapt across to the roof of their house. His family originated in Italy with his grandparents, but his mother moved out to America thirty or so years ago, where she met his father. To Valen, his life was a good one - a slow process evolving from a boy into a man, but it was always enjoyable. So kind and cosy, even, that he was beginning to think that the rest of life would be this straightforward. But all of this changed when the cities came out of the water and attacked. Almost instantly the war was lost; the defensive forces had no knowledge about their enemy and thus their strategies weren't effective at all; if anything they were rushed and panicked. People fled to all sorts of places then. He and his fratello (brother) Tobias made it underground; his three other brothers hadn't survived make the escape. Neither did their madre or any of their grandparents. However, Valen's padre had. In fact he'd done better than that. As a high-ranking officer in the military who had only just retired from his position, he still wielded all of his vicious knowledge about warfare and survival. The people flocked to him. In a short number of months, they elected him as their militia leader, and he trained them in areas such as stealth, speed, flexibility and assassination. Valen believed his padre's view of battle was realistic. He preferred guerrilla tactics over anything - the sort of fight where if you have to only shoot once, but if you hit 'em and save a bullet, then that's better. But more importantly than both of those was the rule to never be seen ... or rather, don't let 'that one guy who did see you' live long enough to tell his mates.
And so the training began. Valen was pushed more harshly than most other soldiers not simply because he had the potential (which he did -- or at least, Valen likes to think so) but because his padre was a protective man and didn't want to see his eldest son injured, killed or captured. They made their base an underground carpark, the entrance to which was sealed using a number of explosives, and the only exits being through the sewers. This little haven gave their militia and the families who hovered around them as many as three large storeys to make use of, as well as the vehicles that people had left behind in the rush.
He was twenty-two when all of this happened, Tobi being a meagre fifteen years of age then. As they began to push back against the aliens, firing down on them from the rickety skeletons of buildings or by planting bombs in the roads they were known to pass over during routine patrols, Valen joined with his father in saying that the youngest living Sonand could not throw his life away in battle -- even now, that belief hasn't stopped, and Tobias is lucky to have even left the carpark in the last five years. Valen saw himself as being quite the opposite, however - he was mature, cunning, and fit. All that was required when it came to facing the Annunaki scum on the surface. Right? Unfortunately, the rules for going outside did not ban traits such as over-confidence and competitiveness. A year after having first been attacked by the aliens, Valen lost his right eye due to shrapnel from one of their grenades. It took him some time to become accustomed to the weakness, and ever since he has been hitting harder and harder -- the want for vengeance can be a stunning source of determination and ferocity.
Three more years rolled on by. Valen was now twenty-six years of age, and Tobi was eighteen. Their padre had grown physically weaker and slower due to a number of injuries over the years, but insisted on going out during missions to give support and raise morale. As a result no one was surprised when news arrived of the militia leader's death. Another election was held shortly after their mourning period and much to his shock, the people had voted for him: Valen, eldest son to the previous leader. Tempted as he was to refuse the honour and remind the fellow militia members that this was not some sort of monarchy, he wanted to prove himself as a capable, intelligent commander. He accepted the role of power, but surrounded himself with wise members of their force for advice. Valen also encouraged more and more communication between himself and the other two militia leaders so that, if it was ever required, he could learn the opinion of an experienced role model. Also, on a much more serious note, that they would hopefully become attached to him to the point where they would rescue his army from between a rock and a hard place -- if it was ever necessary.
His nickname and code-name La Volpe, which means 'the fox' in Italian, was derived from a rather odd incident where they found a fox in the sewers. It was half-dead, so his soldiers brought it back to camp in hopes of getting a meal. Valen rejected this, finding an odd attachment to the bony creature. They helped it to recover, but the fox was a shy creature and often fled, returning only every-once-in-a-while for more food and some social satisfaction. Within a month or so's time it stopped visiting and they found its body in the sewers -- it had swallowed something 'unpleasant'. Whether it had choked or been poisoned, Valen wasn't sure and wasn't looking forward to learning about. After hearing a comment from one of his followers about how he himself was like a fox: 'cunning, sly, cheeky, and usually hungry enough to eat something that obviously should be checked first', Valen rolled his eyes and attached the animal's orange-brown tail to his belt, where it now rests against his left hip. He did this not only to satisfy his soldiers' humour but also to remind himself of an old friend, and to make him stand out as an individual to his men if they ever need him.
Last minute notes: 'Leader Sonand', as very few people refer to him nowadays, favours guerrilla and close-combat warfare over anything else like his padre - and also because he feels significantly less confident aiming with only one eye, despite the fact that most do this anyway to make their shots even more accurate. As such he arms himself with weapons such as a single-edged sword, a handgun for emergencies, and a sniper rifle dressed with a bayonet.
A favorite song: Reprisal Man of Steel Remix