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Name: Valencia
Age: 325
Height/Weight: 5’4” 1-something-something
Species: Ice Demon
✦ Alօɾʂ, νօմʂ εբբεƈէմεz-νօմʂ? ✦
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Role: Demon in Uchibayashi Muneyaki’s service
Best Trait: Responsible
Worst Trait: Curt
Good Habit: Sets goals
Bad Habit: Mocks people
Abilities: ((Make sure you read on your race before you make these))
✦ Freezing Touch/Ice Constructs:
Her main ability is that which allows her to freeze objects and opponents (consent willing) for a term of three turns, with a cooldown of five turns for NPC/RPCs. However, this is not the most common application of her ability. Most often, she is utilising this ability to freeze and form constructs (weapons) from her brother’s water. This gives her access to a myriad of different enchanted weapons, but each will only last for five turns and she must be near her obnoxious brother to use this ability. There is no cooldown for these constructs.
✦ Demon Physiology
•Especially the enhanced combatives; especially the critical/precision strikes.
•Has wings of dark energy. Due to her element, they may leave a freezing wake. Those caught in the wake of her flightpath take on ice damage. Wings last for three turns.
•With wings comes flight… Duh.
Strengths:
✦ Good at reading opponents. Can gauge strength well.
✦ Trains well/good work ethic
✦ Strong sense of self-awareness
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Weaknesses:
✦ Will back down from a fight she can’t win overwhelmingly, unless extreme circumstances are present.
✦ Lacking in teamwork
✦ Envious
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✦ Pąŗℓεẕ ųŋ þεų þℓųş ƈℓąïŗ. ✦
Sρεακ α ʟıттʟε cʟεαяεя.
Sρεακ α ʟıттʟε cʟεαяεя.
Bio:
There was a time when Valencia wasn’t so quiet. This was probably because things around her were very tranquil. Her village, tucked away in an obscure corner of the world, had been quiet and undisturbed for a long time, seeming to be above the wars raging periodically around. The girl used to be adventurous, getting into all sorts of trouble with her twin brother Alessandro. They were part of a line of skilled warriors, and it was for this reason also that they played, for they knew there would come a day when they would have to leave all of that behind and train tirelessly to maintain that standard of excellence. But for now, things were peaceful, their family tucked away in that corner of the world lit by reflections from ice.
Valencia always loved to watch her father train. It was a morning ritual for him, for them, the strong swordsman slashing at targets and the curious daughter practicing her stealth in a darkened corridor. Every once in a while, he would have this knowing smirk on his face as he turned to head in for breakfast; Valencia thought he was feeling confident about his progress; years later, she picked up a sword for the first time…
--It was a golden, late-spring day. Valencia and Alessandro (let it be known that there were raised eyebrows at letting them take the trail at the same time, saying that their sibling status might lead to a bad showing) were assembled with a few others of their age in the center of the village. Each was given a sword, which was a ceremony inside a ceremony, and Valencia took to it like sparkles to a gem. Maybe that was because she wasn’t able to manipulate the elements like the others--certainly not like her brother, who was already showing talent. She could freeze--sometimes. In any event, after the swords were given out the task was given to hunt the mindless beasts that crawled in the border-forests of the village. Each were able to slay many of these creatures, which came in every size, demons of a lower order, except Valencia. She was nearly killed by the first and only creature she managed to slay, a creature that stood like a wolf, with striped fur like a tiger, and the front of a giant bat. Pieces of its wings hung off her face and shoulders, stuck there by blood, and she was practically unconscious as she lumbered out of the forest. It was dust then, and the officials weren’t able to present her with her title until the next morning. But, as all sunrises come, regardless of clouds, Valencia was welcomed into the ranks of her parents…--
--And she mimicked her father’s smirk when she felt its weight in her hand. She failed to notice that her brother was gaining strength and seemed to be his own man very shortly after completing the trial. All she cared about was that feeling she got from holding that sword. There was a year when she would not let it out of sight for the world, and she was still quick to place a hand on the hilt if a mysterious noise was heard. Life was fulfilling, fun, as long as she was able to practice and be among friends. This is how her childhood went, but nothing lasts forever. Soon enough Valencia, Alessandro, and everyone else in the village would be flung into turmoil.
Time had come for war again, and this time the demon king had contacted their peaceful village to enlist the help of their finest warriors. Having always admired the king and his works, their parents had made sure the house was immaculate for his visit. There was no shortage of tea during the meeting, and the demon king’s emissary wasted no time or words in offering their parents the opportunity of a lifetime; while others around the village were offered jobs on the front lines, to be sure a noble position, Valencia’s parents were offered to move into the demon king’s castle itself, to become part of his staff of personal guards. With glee, they accepted; with some apology, they rectified their rashness by making sure their children’s future was secure.
Years went by, the parents of Valencia and Alessandro guarded the king, and the children grew on their own. Into young adulthood they went, supporting themselves and filling gaps in the community now that the warriors of note had left. They were able to keep in touch via letter, but suffice to say these were lonely times for the twins.
One day the letters had stopped coming altogether. It was so sudden. A few letters went out, but nothing came back. Finally, an envoy from the castle came. They did not bear good news or a kind face. They came with weapons turned on the villagers, speaking nothing and viewing them as weeds being whacked through the gaps in their helms. Valencia and Alessandro were some of the last left standing after the onslaught. Their armor was different. Eventually a dialogue took place. Their parents had been killed, the throne overturned by a new, brash force. An ultimatum came for the most skilled fighters in the village: join the new army or die. Vowing to protect the city, the twins begrudgingly agreed.
Valencia cursed herself for being so weak; she was sure Alessandro did the same. If they were just a little stronger, none of this would’ve happened! She knew her only chance to make things right was to climb the ranks, get as close as she could to the top, and then she would have the strength to protect her village the only way she could conceive of now…
And so her training began. She was kicked, dirt shoved on her, spat on. People knew who she was, what she was, what her very being represented. They knew that a being like her could never fit into the new machine being built there on the charred remains of the old; she knew this too, and so she allowed that old self to be buried. Not to die, but to lay dormant. She took all the fear, rage, hate, and turned it into energy to make herself into an indispensable member of the ice lord’s army. Like it or not, her superiors had to recognise her skill, and in time she’d climbed the ranks to command her own platoon.
It was around this time she’d heard of an unfortunate incident. Her dear brother Alessandro had apparently lashed out at his commanding officer. This was not the first incident of his acting out. The army had moved to courtmarshal Alessandro, but Val could not allow this. She knew he was his only true support their. She threw herself at the mercy of the ice lord himself, and to her surprise the demon had laughed her off, agreeing to her idea that Alessandro be placed in her platoon instead. She sighed, relieved that she would save her brother but also that she would have her most valuable teammate nearby. The two of them, you see, had developed a way of fighting very early on. Today we find the twins taking to tasks together, and Valencia often has to sigh, regretting her decision just a bit.
Personality: Valenica is a very cold, calculating, exact person. She has grown this way as of recent and her determined way has only become more of her personality. She prefers to win fights before she starts them, using her experience to learn the flaws of an opponent at a glance, if she can, and use that information to surgically rend her opponent to shreds. If one can get her to relax, however, she’s perfectly capable of having fun, enjoying a nice nightcap and the finer things. Of course, this is only after everything is finished for the day.
Likes:
✦ Dancing
✦ Sake
✦ Long walks
✦ Improving
Dislikes:
✦ The heat/humidity
✦ Being tied down
✦ Bitter things
✦ Complicated orders
✦ Oн, тυ αƨ υпε νıε? ✦
Oɦ, ɣơυ ɦʌvє ʌ ʅɪƒє?
Oɦ, ɣơυ ɦʌvє ʌ ʅɪƒє?
Hobbies: Wood carving, training, collecting weapons
Sexual Orientation: Straight (hasn’t experimented)
Relationship Status: Single Pringle!
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