Ro Valentine
Roselia, of the lineage of expert gunslingers, is cursed (read - doomed) with a demon harbored inside her. [quote]Call me Ro. I don't know you, you don't know me. Good?[/quote]
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Description

Ro appears as a tall, lean young woman with long black hair and a ragged red cloak and mantle over black clothes. She wears a metallic, silver gauntlet on her left forearm, and silver boot covers. Ro's cloak covers the lower half of her face and is held closed by a series of buckles. She also sometimes dons a red headband covering a portion of her face to keep her hair out of her eyes. Her eyes are naturally red.
Name: Roselia Virginia Valentine
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, thought to be between eighteen and twenty-five - at least, that's what it looked like.
Occupation: It's hard to tell. Bounty hunter, Mercenary - or working for some organization? Maybe even some government?
Eyes: Crimson
Hair: Black and long - sometime she wears a headband, sometimes she doesn't.
DOB: January 12
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Ro Valentine Ro stalked into the bar, silver boot coverings clicking on the ground. Her long, tattered cloak swirled around her as she walked forcefully to the counter and sat, ordering a whispered something.
Ro Valentine scanned the room carefully. Was he here? She couldn't see him, yet. Maybe he would come.
Ro Valentine Ro stalked into the bar, silver boot coverings clicking on the ground. Her long, tattered cloak swirled around her as she walked forcefully to the counter and sat, ordering a whispered something.
Ro Valentine finished her drink, picking up the small glass and bringing it with her to stand against the wall. Her silver claw gripped it tightly as she had to physically walk over to the bartender's section. What a pain...
Ro Valentine looked up at the approaching woman with red eyes. "Vin..cent?" She said in a manner much like his. Of course she knew. But she wasn't about to give the stranger that information so easily.
Ro Valentine "What.. am I? A being. Why do you wish to know?" She straightened off the wall to look her in the eye. "How do you know Vincent?"
Ro Valentine "A good... friend? How?" Confusion flickered briefly across her face before resuming the usual blankness.
Ro Valentine "Shinra?" She hissed. "Oh, of course. He needed to pay, obviously. Where is he now?" She clicked the nails of her silver claw together, looking very much like him - only female, younger, and with silver instead of gold. And the chain falling out of her holster only had one dog on it.
Ro Valentine Ro tossed her head. "Not the President. Vincent. I'm surprised - last time we spoke, Rufus was on his way to being assassinated by his own's father's Turks." Drawing a rattling breath, she leaned backwards to rest against the wall again.
Ro Valentine "Alright. Does he travel much?" In one hand, she gripped the glass so hard it shattered. Frowning down at the mess it made, she glanced back up and ignored it. So this woman knew where he was!
Ro Valentine rolled her eyes and used a leg to push from the wall. "I thank you for the information, and now I must find him. The hunter is becoming the hunted." She swept from the room.
Ro Valentine entered the bar silently, red cape flowing out from behind her. A frown played across her dark lips, and she ordered a water from the bartender. Her red eyes scanned the room briefly before she began to polish her silver gauntlet with a black sleeve.
Ro Valentine felt someone looking at her. She didn't move except to turn her head a margin and glare. "Did you need something?" Her voice was quiet, like a deadly whisper. Ro didn't blink at the stranger, however odd he looked.
Ro Valentine She half-sighed and took a sip of the blood-red liquid the bartender placed in front of her. The hunter returned to polishing the gauntlet, bored.
Ro Valentine shook her head imperceptably. Where was he? That bloody idiot. And the bloody idiotical girl, giving her false directions. The hunter could only wait. And she had lots of patience. Usually. Tapping her claws against the counter, Ro began polishing her gun.
Ro Valentine could not be less uninterested in the person next to her. Blinking owlishly, she simply took another sip of her drink.
Ro Valentine felt the man's interest in her gun and almost casually flipped it around in her hand, before pointing it at point-blank range at Viktor. "Yes?" One finger rested on the trigger, but she didn't even look at him, instead sipping casually.
Ro Valentine She 'Tsk'ed slightly, flipping the gun back into her palm and into it's holster on her leg. She blew through her nose - any harder, and it would be classified as a snort. "Did you want something or not?"
Ro Valentine "Interesting? Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" She finally turned to face him, meeting his red eyes with her own ruby-colored iris'.
Ro Valentine "What do you want?" Anyone who paid her a compliment wanted something. She knew she wasn't a phenomenal beauty like others who frequented this bar.