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Selene le Valnosia

"The question has always been, do I want you?"

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a character in “Of Blood and Pastries”, as played by Pandora's Melancholy

Description

Selene le Valnosia
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x. Commonly called Val by acquaintances; sometimes Luna by her oldest and closest associates.
x. ??
x. Female
x. Pureblood
x. Coven Member

x. Eerie Black
x. Vermillion Red
x. 5'7"
x. 118 lbs.

x. POLYGLOT ▸┇ speaks and understands a lot of languages even lost ones
x. ASMODEUS ▸┇ undergoes demonification where she takes form of a demon told in stories
x. SONGSTRESS ▸┇ sings quite beautifully paired with a pleasant voice
x. UMBRA ▸┇ manipulates the darkness fairly well

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Personality

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        Selene is a playful oddity who cannot be confined in a known stereotype. Her selfishness and emotion-filled expressions resembled that of a human but her morality does not. Her uninhibited morbidity and twisted pleasures are fitting for a vampire but her principle does not. This isolates her from everyone though it does not bother her at all. Being left on her own, it is something she is used to and found to be the most comfortable position for her. Companionship, togetherness, solidarity, family and what else are just fancy ideas that she uses as tools, just like a sculptor uses a chisel.

        Hence, Selene speaks like her words are glittering stars and then move like she is divine providence. Yet, the sparkle behind her vermillion red eyes held that mysterious ingredient that lulls everyone to a dangerous undertaking. She does not see this as a problem though since that is a choice they make themselves. In the end, all she offered was just a simple lip service that only entices the ears and not the will. After all, she is not the devil who buys souls with a favor.

        Furthermore, Selene does not like souls. She cannot eat it. There is also the notion of forming agreements which is detestable to her. She does not do anything for anyone except if it is for her own self. The only thing that matters to her in the entire world is herself after all. She does not hide this or keep it under vague details. It is probably because of her straightforward show of egotism that she has a confidence that draws people to her. It is a brilliance not afraid of being judged as self-serving or greedy.

        Yet, it is also a brilliance that makes Selene view people as nothing more but things. One could say that this is rather a twisted outlook but that is just how it is for. If ideas are tools, then people are objects which are divided into three categories, useful, entertaining, and nonexistent. Then based on what category that person falls under, she would treat them accordingly. But, one should never expect that there would be something more beyond objective sentiments coming from her.

        That is why Selene does not have any misgivings doing any means to satisfy her whims. There is no shame, regret, or pity that can be seen from her. She is someone who only fulfills her desires to perfection. If that causes harm or not, it does not matter. There is no right or wrong. There is just what she wants and there is nothing else that can inspire her to move.

        Inevitably, Selene is seen as a complex puzzle to be solved. She did say though that there is nothing profound about her. There are no deep schemes or an absurd ambition of world domination. She does not even have a thought about anyone. In the end, she is just a simple being who is true to her nature. That is because she did not conform to what she is supposed to be or what she is meant to be. She did not make a choice between existing points. She created it and that is Selene le Valnosia.
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History

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        Hailing from the pureblooded le Valnosia Family, Selene is naturally known among the vampire society. That is primarily because of her bloodline known for its deadly tradition wherein they engaged in cannibalism. As a result, she is the only living le Valnosia in the world. The details of her survival is covered in darkness and she is not the kind to indulge anyone about her personal memoirs. Another thing that made her family infamous is the ability of demonification which cemented her blood as cursed and infected by madness. With such background, she is mostly considered an outcast and her personality is not helping her win brownie points.

        Fortunately, Selene does not mind being differentiated or labeled by people's judgment. She is also not bothered by other's opinion about her in the first place. She likes the silence of being alone and not being told what to do by people she hardly knew or act they had the right to do so. That is why she lived her life without regard to anyone but herself. This kind of lifestyle cannot pass in a society dominated by rules. Her presence will only fuel chaos and rebellion. That is why she inevitably became a problematic individual even among her vampiric brethren as she is not the kind to be collared. There even had been instances where she went against the Vampire Council.

        Friction towards the Council is not new to Selene. However, there was one incident that cannot be overlooked. She simply went too far based on society's book of rules. The Council eventually captured her and she was given punishment. She was sentenced to sleep.

        Selene was placed in a forced slumber and kept under the Council's watchful eye. She is now considered as an extremely dangerous being and told in vampire history as someone to never emulate. She is the black sheep among the black sheep. At times, she was even used as some sort of boogeyman to her own kind which she finds rather entertaining. It is a curious thing to know what kind of stories are told in her image or of her family's lineage. Either way, it was something that really did not bother her deeply.

        Anyway, Selene was eventually awoken from her slumber. She did wonder why she was not executed by the Council. They instead offered her a deal in exchange for her freedom as they call it. As a result, she was placed within the guardianship of another. In the end, she is still considered a dangerous criminal that cannot be set loose without precautions. As to how it was done, that is something that is not revealed and known by a very selected few. After all, she is not someone who does something just because someone told her.

        Since that day, Selene had become a tool used by the Council whenever they see fit.

        Due to the circumstances, Selene now lives with invisible chains around her. It was quite restricting but she also learned how to use it to her advantage. After all, she is not the kind that would bend the knee all the time. She was no servant or a knight that would pledge eternal loyalty. That is simply not in her nature and she refuses to go against who she is at the very core.

        Currently, Selene along with her guardian and another had been dispatched to a town by the Council. They were to investigate a certain string of murders that are supernatural in nature. She is unsure what the investigation would lead to or what her course of action would be once she determines the truth. But whatever the fact is, she is certain about one thing. That is she will do what she always does. That is being herself.

So begins...

Selene le Valnosia's Story

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Character Portrait: The Council Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Lucian Dubois Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Darcy McClary (wip) Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Cassandra pulled the black coat a little closer to her body. It was unusually cold this morning, even for it to be on the last remnants of autumn. It didn't bother her too much; she'd always enjoyed the cold weather. She glanced to her side, noting the tired look on Lucian's face as he trailed slowly beside her. She wasn't that much shorter than him—keeping up with his strides wasn't an issue—but the look on his face had her pursing her lips together. His hair, bright rose and usually well-kept, seemed a little disheveled. If he was going for the messy tail look, he didn't have it quite down. It suited his handsome features, though, she would give him that.

His eyes, usually a bright ruby color, seemed a little more on the dull side. “Luc," she called out, making her voice seem as quiet as possible as to not startle him. “Have you been getting enough sleep?" she asked, causing him to turn his attention towards her. He smiled, a bit rueful if she were being honest, and nodded his head.

“It's not sleep that I'm lacking," he began, a soft yawn escaping him as he moved his hand to cover his mouth. “I just have a few things I need to take care of, and time seems to get away from me," he responded, earning a scowl from Cassandra.

“That's the same thing as not getting enough sleep, Luc," she replied, but dropped the subject. She wasn't going to get any more information out of him—she ought to just drop the subject, now. He chuckled softly beside her, though, and yawned a bit more deeply this time. Cass resisted the urge to roll her eyes and settled for fumbling the keys in her pocket. She only lived a few blocks away, and walking to work seemed like the more plausible thing to do. Lucian lived in an apartment complex not too far from Nova, and always made it a point to walk with her. She didn't mind; it was nice walking with someone. It was also nice that he didn't feel the need to fill the silence with awkward conversation.

They spoke when they wanted to, and remained silent when it was appropriate. It took them a few more minutes before they reached the establishment of Café Nova, and Cassandra unlocked the front door, pushing it open so that she could enter. Lucian was right behind her, making his way towards the back where the employee lockers were located. It was still a little early, and they had about an hour to set up shop. Darcy and the others would be arriving soon as well, to help out with the preparations.

“Hey Luc, can you—"

“Already prepping the coffee and espresso machine. Also got the oven preheating for the pastries," he interjected before she could finish her sentence. She smiled and shook her head.



Rashid smiled, holding his hands behind his back as he trudged through the community of Sanctuary. It was a quaint town, small in a way that seemed almost boorish. And he did so enjoy the atmosphere. There were a few smells that were intriguing to him, however; a particular scent—two if he were being honest with himself—managed to catch his attention. A peculiar woman with hair as white as fresh snow, walked calmly beside a man who was, perhaps, a couple of inches taller than Rashid, himself. He had blush rose hair, tied loosely in a half-tail.

He'd have found it attractive if it weren't for the scents currently occupying his senses. “My, my..." he stated to himself. He'd left the other members of the coven to their own devices. They had their orders: find the alpha ghoul and the reason why so many of them were currently situated in this particular town. They could do that and have some fun, right? With that in mind, Rashid followed the two individuals. If he had to compare their scents, he would have to say they resembled roses and lilacs, respectively.

“How lovely." They'd entered a small bakery shop titled Café Nova, though the name itself was slightly strange. Did the owner intend for the shop to die in a beautiful explosion? He forgot how strangely sentimental humans could be. He's lived for nearly two millennia; his older sister lived for nearly three. He could see the shop was still closed, and instead, decided to perch himself in one of the alleyway corners. He could blend into the shadows from there and wait until the bakery opened in the next hour. A creature of habit, he supposed.



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"This is so boring." It was spoken in a sing-song voice that cannot be denied belong to a female. It even had a nice tone but it was followed by the sound of shattering glass upon the marble floor. "So, you wouldn't mind it if I continue to break everything here right?" The culprit was none other than the owner of that female voice who has a notable bored expression on her face. Her voice even indicated a semblance of ennui. "Are you really taking this whole ghoul mission thing seriously?"

There was no response at all which only served to irate. "Hey corn hair!" This was followed by a sound of something being thrown and then the familiar shattering of glass echoed. "I want to go out now! That black bean is already out and about and I am stuck here!" Clearly, she was not pleased. "With you." It ended with a hateful sigh and then replaced quickly with a Cheshire-like smile. "Unless you want me to eat you all up." That remark held a curious joy at the end partnered with a smile indicating her willingness to do so.

She was a bit hungry and the meal before her was not bad at all.

It was a man with golden blonde hair which seemed to sparkle on its own paired with those unique jeweled blue eyes. His skin was flawless and a physique that is fitting for a buffed model. His features were actually much to her taste and she knew better for a fact that he could easily make anyone fall head over heels for him. The only thing that is wrong with him is his personality which brings all of his aces to a zero. It is a good thing that it doesn't affect the taste though. "Silence means yes, my dear Athanasios Croix."

ImageThat seemed effective as Athanasios who was rather focused on writing down something while reading a bunch of paper finally raised his head and met her gaze. There was not a spark or a hint of emotion behind those jeweled blue eyes of his. It was like staring into the eyes of the dead. "That sounds fun." He said it in a monotonous manner. "Go ahead, Lady Selene le Valnosia." There was no change in his expression or rather, he looks more bored than she is.

Selene flopped on to the sofa she was sitting on as she now stared at the ceiling. "You are no fun at all." Athanasios did not remove his eyes on her as he observed the only female member of this coven. Her black hair that seemed to be darkness itself and her deep red eyes that never loses its life made quite a contrasting pair. Her skin smooth and white like that of a bisque doll. She also has an alluring body perfect for enticement. Among the women he had met, he will say that she is indeed one of the most beautiful. But, she is also proof of how the most beautiful things are very deadly.

"Let's go."

That makes Athanasios wonder why would the Council want such a dangerous creature like Selene alive and even have her be moving around. He was certain no one would miss her. But, it is not really a concern for him. He just needs to do his job and would be able to take a very long uninterrupted vacation. He was already imagining the long hours of sleep he will be having soon enough. It was making all the troublesome things an afterthought at this point. That was the seductive lure that made him accept the missions.

"Finally!" Selene quickly stood from her position and had an expression that resembles a child getting that favorite treat or toy. "Hurry up!" She ran towards the doors. Athanasios remained completely unbothered by her enthusiasm. He moved at his pace while remembering the need to buy more pillows. There was a lack in his bed and he needed more. That was the main and only reason he decided to leave the room. Anyway, he finally took notice of the broken glass scattered about the floor. "A snail is way faster than you. Hurry!" She finally opened the doors when he was just four paces from her and then headed to the stairs. He on the other hand was nonchalant as always while locking the door behind him.

Athanasios remembered that they would need to find proper accommodations. They were still staying at an inn but he was lazy to do that. It is best to leave that for the others. Once, he reached the stairs in which Selene was waiting below. "Forgot my wallet." Turning his back at her, she rolled her eyes while releasing a disgruntled sigh. She will never understand why he was chosen to watch over her. The Council really likes to mess around but that is the same for her. Well, he is a good emergency meal so it is tolerable.

Anyway, Athanasios and Selene were finally able to leave the inn. While they were walking, she then smelled something odd in the air which made her smile. "I want to go there." She looked at her companion and pointed at a certain direction. He looked at it and found a general store. So without another word, he continued on his way to buy some pillows completely ignoring the fact that she was not pointing at the store which happened to be there. "Hey! That is not the place!" Finally entering the general store, he immediately asked the store clerk present. "Pillows, a lot please." At this point, she released a frustrated sigh and was about to destroy the general store just to bury him inside when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hm?"

Selene looked at the owner of the hand to find out who has the guts to touch her without permission. And, she did find out.

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Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Hair so blue like the sky. Eyes so gold like the sun. They were the token traits of the Caelum bloodline. That is why it was only natural that the current Head of the Clan, Vicentius, inherits these specific coloring which made him notable among his brethren. It also helps that his lineage has quite the reputation that cannot be ignored or be disrespected with impunity even by the Council. That kind of status truly invites questions especially when he is dispatched to a certain small and quaint town but he was not loose-lipped or good-natured to give answers that easily or willingly.

All that mattered to him though right now is that he has chores to do. He is sent to this town with companions and that requires a few things to function well. Speaking of which, they were basically left to their own devices. His own device was pertaining to looking for a place that he and his colleagues could stay for a long period of time. It was rather troublesome to continue renting at an inn. It would be fine if it was just a few days but if they stayed longer it would be quite suspicious. He has an intuition that tells him that this information gathering would take more than just days. Attention would be brought upon them if they continue to be tourists in this town that has not much to offer as a prime destination. It also does not help with how they look. In any angle, they cannot be considered as an average person.

This small town would certainly notice them. Thinking about his companions, Athanasios and Selene should be still at the inn while Rashid left at his own discretion. In the end, they function best on their own. Additionally, they were not kids in need of being watched over. Thinking of their ages in human capacity, they are the adults of adults or elder of elders. That thought was quite interesting as it lifted the corner of his lips ever so slightly as he walked along the streets in this rather chilly morning. He was not bothered by it. He was actually looking forward to the winter about to come.

That reminded him about the place he had found where their group could settle and be particularly safe from the prying eyes of others. He had also made arrangements for them to move in. The only thing he has to consider now is the connection between him and his fellow coven members. They were too diverse in their looks to be considered as blood-related siblings or a family connected by the flesh. Well, it would be interesting to see what their opinions could be about the cover story they would be using. That was something to look forward to later.

ImageHe could already imagine his companions' reactions. They are after all a collection of unique-minded individuals. That reminded him. It would be best to return with something in hand. He would need to reward the housesitters after all. As he thought of what to buy, he noticed the ever-familiar figures of Athanasios and Selene. It seemed they ventured out on their own. That means he would not need to reward them for staying still. Well, he should have not expected much especially from the Valnosia Princess.

He decided to see what they were up to and from what he can see, Selene was angry with Athanasios who entered a general shop. That man has always moved to his own phase even if he is under orders. There was no changing that nature. He mentally sighed and his steps that were casual in its movement quickened.

That is because he felt Selene's reaction was not going to be productive. She had always been the type to never restrain or care about repercussions as long as she does what she wants. He soon reached her as his hand landed on her shoulder. It was a gentle yet firm tap to take her attention. It was effective as she turned to look at him.

"Now, Val. What brought you here?" He said with a smile. It appeared so friendly but behind it, there was an overwhelming pressure that is unseen by normal senses. "I really hope that you do not do anything too naughty." He removed his hand from her shoulder and playfully placed a finger over his lips. "We wouldn't want to be caught so early in the game after all."

His words came out without a tone of oppression or intimidation. From anyone's normal point of view, he was completely amiable in relaying his statements. But to his fellow coven members, they are well-aware that truth behind his every word and gesture.

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Character Portrait: The Town of Sanctuary Character Portrait: The Council Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Lucian Dubois Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Darcy McClary (wip) Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Lucian gave Darcy a rueful smile, but shook his head. “Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, reaching inside of the cooler by the counter, and pulled a bottle of water from it. He twisted the top off, took a drink, and sighed softly. He really did need to get a good night's sleep. All the research he'd been doing last night wasn't bringing him any closer to the answers he wanted. But of course he couldn't share this with his employer nor his coworker. This was something he had to do, and no one else.

“Though I wouldn't mind any help with the counter. If you man the register today, I can take care of the cleaning and orders," he stated, glancing in Darcy's direction. Cassandra made a soft huffing noise, like she'd found something amusing, however; Lucian raised a brow in her direction. “What's so funny?" he asked in a curious manner. There weren't many things, he'd learned, in the shop that were in any form, amusing. Cass glanced in his direction and rolled her eyes.

“I wasn't amused; it's not amusing when you're out of sugar," she responded, giving him a flat stare. It was his turn to roll his eyes, and shook his head. “Hey, Darcy?" Cass called out, glancing in Darcy's direction. “Can you watch the store with Luc? I need to make a quick run to dad's," she spoke, causing a ghost of a smile to cross Lucian's face. She spoke of her own father as if he was their father too. It was like her to think of it as a small family, but he supposed he didn't mind.

“And Luc, behave yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

She didn't have to tell him that.



Rashid watched as the snow-haired woman exited the café, and head in the direction he knew his roommates to be in. It wasn't hard to know they'd left the inn when he had trackers on them. But he supposed that was just a byproduct of his abilities. It was mainly the reason the Council assigned him as part of the group. Each individual, different as they were, were all under the Council's watchful eye. Especially the le Valnosia woman. She was believed to be a dangerous entity, sentenced to eternal slumber for her crimes, but Rashid didn't really care much about that. He was, by far, the oldest member of the coven, and whatever deeds or crimes she, or the others, committed, were none of his business.

As long as they received results for their mission, that's all that mattered to him. So, he allowed his feet to carry him in the direction of the café, and entered the shop with a bit of confused smile. The pink-haired man Rashid saw earlier, was no where to be seen, however; he spotted a peculiar woman behind the counter. Dark-haired, fair-skinned, and grey-eyed. She couldn't have been younger than twenty, but the sort of youth she exude was one of someone who'd seen her fair share of hard work. Rashid supposed he could appreciate that kind of fulfillment in a human. He'd, after all, forgotten what it actually felt like to work. So many years have been lost to him, but he wasn't going to complain. He had nothing but time, and he would go at his own pace to live a fulfilled life.

“Hello Miss," he greeted, smiling in a way that made him not as threatening as he could be. He wasn't here to scare anyone, after all. He just wanted to know why she, and the other two people he'd seen, smelled so... nice. Maybe it was something in the water around here?



The chiming of the bell in the General Store signaled the arrival of a new person. If Selene and Vicentius looked, they would have noticed a young woman with snow-like hair, enter the building. She seemed lost in thought since her lips were pursed thinly and her brows were furrowed. It looked like she was chewing the bottom of her lip in a thoughtful manner, but when she glanced in their direction, she blinked in mild surprise.

“Oh, did you need help with anything? I'm sure Mr. Aldric would be more than willing to help you if you did," she stated, smiling in their direction. A throat being cleared, however, managed to catch her attention.

“You know you're not supposed to help when you've your own business to run, Cassandra," the newcomer spoke. He was older, perhaps in his early sixties from the looks of him, but he wore a gentle smile in Cassandra's presence. She chuckled softly and shook her head.

“You've customers to attend to, dad. I'll go make myself un-useful elsewhere," she stated, placing a hand on his shoulder before turning away. Mr. Aldric, however, turned towards Selene and Vicentius, grey eyes narrowed, and tilted his head as if he were trying to study both of them.

“Is there something I can help you with?"

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Character Portrait: The Town of Sanctuary Character Portrait: Cassandra Aldric Character Portrait: Selene le Valnosia Character Portrait: Athanasios Croix Character Portrait: Vicentius Caelum
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Selene looked over her shoulder and her eyes held a distinct notion of disgust and irritation. She hated people telling her what to do or not to do. It is tripled when the person saying it was someone she doesn't like at all. All of those negatives concentrated into one entity whose name was Vicentius Caelum. "You want to die don't you Blue Boy?" Her voice did not hide her irritation. Her expression also did not hide her disdain. She was well acquainted with his Clan. They were an annoying bunch. VERY MUCH.

"Never touch me." Selene was not going to end it with just words as tendrils of black slowly came out of her fingers. BUT. This was immediately stopped when a scent entered through the store without any ceremony. It quickly took her attention which was followed by a voice. The scent apparently came from a snow-white haired woman, a clear contrast to her night black hair. Her eyes narrowed in curiosity and slowly the corner of lips lifted. It seemed this town was not a lost cause. Moreover, the odd scent she picked up was the same as this newcomer girl.

Completely forgetting Vicentius at the moment, Selene moved forward to reach for the snow-white haired girl. But, she was blocked by the appearance of an old man. She could care less about the store. She was more interested in that girl with a peculiar scent. "Get---."

Image"Do you have hypoallergenic pillows?" Timely or perhaps a coincidence, Athanasios entered the conversation. His eyes did not even look at Selene or Vicentius. He was focused on the fact of his pillows. He needed to ensure having a good sleep. Frankly, that is really what matters to him in the end. The rest is just other matters that can be dealt with once he is done with his sleeping affairs.

"Scented candles too." Athanasios' face was completely at ease and despite being Selene's guardian who seemed willing to get herself into trouble at every turn, he was more concerned about ensuring he would have a good sleep. "I couldn't find any on the displays." It was at that point he lifted his gaze and saw his so-called ward and Vicentius. There was not a sparkle though in his jeweled blue eyes. "Did you find anything you like? and Hello Vic."

That was also when Athanasios finally took heed of his surroundings. When he is focused on sleeping, he does not care for those around him, so it was only when he noticed a lingering scent that entices. "Something smell nice." He followed his nose and noticed a white-haired girl. "You should wear that perfume, Val."

Athanasios noted nonchalantly while Selene could only release another frustrated sigh. She was surrounded by idiots. If it was like this, she would have not minded sleeping for eternal. The standard of what is being a Vampire has surely dropped in her slumber. "You are impossible! Stop your shopping and be useful! Take that girl!" She angrily spatted at him who was still nonchalant as ever. "This is important more than that scent. If you want, you should ask her where she buys her perfume." This was really impossible. The Council must have wanted to punish her with sheer annoyance. "Idiot. You are really an idiot." She could only cover her face in embarrassment for being acquainted with him while this was followed by laughter.