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Description
Short, lithe and speedy with a shock of orange hair, bright green eyes and wicked grin.
When wearing his standard green bodysuit (normal robes hinder his speed) he looks like a reverse carrot.
Personality
Annoying, and possessing a wicked sense of humour.
Equipment
He carries nothing, having to travel light and streamlined to maximise his speed.
He possesses a Air Doll, the source of his speed, that can be manifested as a cutting tool, or to repel.
a wind howls outside rattling the windows and then slamming the door wide open. Dust papers and stray belongings whirl accross the floor and bottles clink behind the bar.
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen is sitting at the bar with his feet on the counter, he appears to have been there for a while, but the seat was most certainly empty a moment ago.
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen grins. "No, but that's a cool name, sounds like pie."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen waves a hand at Vivian Spellbinder. "Yo, mate, you lost or something?"
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen calls after Vivian. "Loser."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen cackles to himself tapping his feet on the counter. "Bartender!"
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen grins, flipping his feet down from the counter and swapping them for his elbows. "Well, a glass of orange juce would be nice... oh! You doing food at the moment?"
"Meatballs, hold the nuts. And I'm serious, there can't be any."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen folds his arms. "Well, sorry if I want to LIVE, you pissy bastard."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen glares at Tabris. "If it was your throat closing over, buddy, I think you'd be careful as well. I have to take you on your word as it is, I'm not fucking trusting you to remember."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen glances at Crepa, having seen her approach from the corner of his eye. "The bartender's a fucker." He stalks over to a table with his meal and his drink.
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen suspiciously licks a meatball. "I haven't even started being rude."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen swallows experamentally, then takes a few deep breaths. "I will in a second, I just have to check that the snotty bastard bedind the bar didn't try to poision me." He frowns. "Nah, we're good. And yeah, it's Val." He begins loading the meatballs into his mouth.
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen nods furiously, his mouth too full to even attempt to speak. He chews for a moment, then swallows. "Uh, yeah. What do you want to know?"
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen frowns. "It depends on what you want from life. Being his Doll means he owns and controls you, but you're not... at least, not yet."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen nods, but doesn't look all that certain. "How much do you know about Issuka?"
"Well... that's right, as far as it goes, but you should remember that Issuka's not a child, no matter what he might look like. He's as much a vampire as the next one of us. And he can... make you into his Doll."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen stares at his half eaten meal. "Well, he would own you completly. He could take anything from you: even your mind. You would have to be turned first, and your body would change to suite the type of Doll you became. ...and he could make you one with him, when he wanted to move you around."
"Only if he felt like it. If he wanted, you could keep your mind just as it is."
Valentine Zuckenden Flammen pops another meatball in his mouth. "Mm, well. Have you seen his Doll?"