Name: Valineaux
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic bisexual
Craft: Perfume & cologne making (assassin)
Rank: Journeyman
Location: High Reaches
Physical Description: Strawberry blonde in boisterous, large curls tumble to her mid-back. Normally worn in a clip to the side, Valineaux typically fights her hair during meticulous work with perfumes. Clear hazel eyes, comprised of green and honeyed gold, protrude from her face. She wears dark circles as often as she wears flowing, albeit belted, tunics, and her face professes sternness in all its sharp angles and severe lines. A cupid's bow on full lips attempts to offset this, but looks almost pasted on her as an afterthought. Short cloth skirts and a hooded cloak with leather ankle boots are her typical attire.
The rest of her body maintains that same strict functionality — demonstrably average shoulders, wiry, muscled arms; jutting hipbones, average hips and a narrow chest. To her dusky tan, a complex whitework tattoo spans her waist and upper thighs with stripes, dots, and organic linework.
Personality: Everyone knows when Valineaux enters a room, because she throws the door open with both arms drawn wide and announces herself with the loudest, sassiest greeting possible. She acts like she owns the place, leaning as she does on all the counters and butting into conversations as she pleases. Anything's fair game to her — drinks, conversation partners, stools, laps, tools (even when in use). She treats any part of the world like it's her living room — like she's been bid to do as she pleases, whenever she pleases, however she pleases. One might think she's a leech, a parasite, a drain on the collective spoons of every Pernese everywhere.
But it isn't so. Valineaux offers as much as she takes without the need to ask. Just as she might seize someone's coat off a coat rack, she expects someone else can do the same to her. Everything she owns is up for borrow, including her skills and presence. And her barging in and spreading herself around the joint is just as much her unique expression of appreciation for the people around her — she shows her love and appreciation through her boisterous personality. People love her or hate her for her abject boldness and her ability to assert herself so naturally in any situation.
But Valineaux is just as much a bull in a china shop. Her loud-and-proud personality grates on some and tramples over others. She isn't sensitive to the nuances of interpersonal communications and she misunderstands the need for quietude at times. Will this get her mauled to death by a dragon? Possibly. Would it get her thrown out of a Weyr? No, though she might grate on the nerves of her more sensitive company. Telling her to cool it induces her to sulk, but she's still obedient despite all the ways she presses her personal agendas.
As a last note, she has a poor understanding of people that fall beyond the cis-gender binary. This is reflective of her tenuous grasp on nuanced interpersonal dynamics — she just doesn't get agendered / transgendered / nonbinary individuals. She thinks they're asinine.
Positive Trait List Bold, assertive, warm
Negative Trait List Coarse, impatient, bossy
History: Much of Valineaux's interpersonal history sums up into two categories: blistering hatemance and inseparable allies. Her polarizing personality did much of the work for her.
From a young age, Valineaux grew to learn her way around the musky, rustic sights and shady sounds of Nabol. Born to a man shackled eternally to his own debts, she was provided as part of a deal to loosen his yoke. Gambling debt bought his way into finally settling down — albeit a town he found wanting — and he soon had to sell what skills he knew to anyone he interested. Cheap housekeeping, providing muscle to collect on debts, tooling leather into new belts for his debtholders, offering cheap stays in his home and other denigrating duties defined his life. As Valineaux aged, she watched her father's optimism degrade into grueling complaint and thirst for drink. She never understood it.
What her father saw as a prison, Valineaux saw as delight. Not only did Nabol look like a city in its own right, commanding and sprawling and speaking for itself across the continent, but also it lit a fire in the heart of each and every citizen. There were no milquetoast mutterers meandering through their lives here — everyone had a purpose, and everyone was out for themselves. And Valineaux wanted to grow up to be just like that.
She got her opportunity when a new deal was broached with her father's debtholder. When she came of age, she would train at the local crafthall to become an artisan for thier business. The market for perfumes and colognes boomed where courtesans took root, where presentation mattered, and where personal details could tip a delegation in one's favor. So when she was of proper age to start, Valineaux was shuttled from her father's negligible home to the grandiose crafthall of courtesans.
While there, she specialized very quickly into perfumes while she stumbled through her shadow specialization. More and more her cover focus became her real focus, and her ability to train as an assassin was called under question. This was intended to be her true line of work — the highly volatile traid that coughted up far more coin than a simple bottle of fragrance. This art was to be the key that earned her father's freedom as working with her father's debtholder became the focus of her life. The new-minted love and passion felt for her current craft soon cooled and waned under the stern company's unforgiving hours, and she grew listless. Easily annoyed. Explosive.
She had it out with both her father and the debtholding company, finally unable to hold her tongue any longer, and met with a harrowing decision. Her father urged her to leave and never return, and the company promised her father a far worse fate if she didn't continue working for them.
She took the out. She drifted through minor holds, picked up with a caravan, and endured half a turn of lean wandering until she was searched. She never once hesitated on the decision to join High Reaches.
It was then that she met Dorame, and quickly became friends through the short duration of their acquaintance. Dorame had the skills and sensibilities to help Valineaux improve where she fell short, and Valineaux could, in turn, use her own strengths to help bolster Dorame in her diplomacy pursuits. Their match was well-made, well-suited and well-founded. Some turns later, the budding perfume artisan retains her rosy friendship with the diplomatic Dorame.
Other: She's always really wanted to be a fence. Something about selling hot merchandise gets her a good adrenaline rush. OOCly I have no idea if any of this even works @_@
Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? I am open to one, though I don't know who to ask.
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes.
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? No.
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