*Dead*
Name:
Valkyrie
( Val )
Theme Song
Guild:
Neutral
Student at an Academy:
No
Age:
She can't remember.. but she looks to be 16
Race:
Daywalker
Home Location:
Nomadic
Extra Information:
It is wise to remember that there is no rhyme or reason behind her actions, the girl just as likely to act like a docile kitten as she is to be a blood-thirsty killer. If she has a goal in this chaotic destruction, or some sort of orders.. even she does not know.
Personality:
Somber and a little out of touch with the way of the world.. 'Right' and 'Wrong' are just words, if she wants to do something she does it. Curious about everything and anything, and perhaps a bit innocent in her own way.. She is always searching for something, though who or what she can't recall. This quest is guided by 'feelings', either memories fighting to emerge or orders burned deep into her subconscious.. But it is the most important thing to her, and she'll do anything these 'feelings' tell her to do; If it is violent or passive. Val is quiet, preferring actions to words and taking said action without hesitation. Yet strangely enough, sweets can keep her distracted and docile like nothing else.. the girl single-mindedly consuming it until it is gone before she returns to reality. She'll still defend herself, of course, but any interest in causing harm is greatly reduced at the time.. Val is just a sweet killer, and the one thing she would never harm is the only thing she can't seem to find.
Biography:
Honestly.. she does not know. Val woke near the edge of The Shard, resting on a bed of moss with trees over head.. Branches broken and leaves scattered about. She'd fallen, with only her sword and the cloths on her back, into the forest from somewhere above.. and into the midst of three mages. One, laughing good-naturedly, pointed at her as he said 'A Valkyrie fell on us'. She thought that was just her name.. but as they spoke another voice came to her, familiar and beloved. Her heart beat faster, longing and a cold focus slipping into her mind as her fingers curled tighter around her sword.. the girl sitting up as her passive gaze leveled on the three strangers and she gave a sweet fanged smile.
By the time the hacked bodies of the Mages were found the girl was already long gone, wondering away from the chaotic scene of battle-magic and blood with a steady step and serene expression. She had lost something very important, something that needed her.. Valkyrie is not so worried about her lost memories or even her real name, all that matters is the present.. and that thing that calls to her.
Preferred magic/weapons if any:
A black blade that was with her when she woke.. And a chaotic, untrained affinity for shadow/night-magic. She is agile, quick on her feet, and flexible.. Relying more on speed than strength in her fights. Ironic, perhaps, is that her magic potential is much greater than her physical skill.. if she could only learn to use it.
Likes:
Candy, Food, Blood, Shiny/Pretty things, Animals.
Dislikes:
Fruits/Veggies, Being kept from acting on her 'feelings'.. And her sword being out of her reach.
