Valarie Hawthorne
(Without the wings. Also, I do realize that these images are from a video game but I have never heard of it until now so Iāll call it good.)
(Without the wings. Also, I do realize that these images are from a video game but I have never heard of it until now so Iāll call it good.)
Nickname: Some have called me Valarie the Valkyrie, and I have become known as Valkyrie among many of my coworkers. This is because of my armor, my sword and shield, my selflessness, and my desire to purge this world of evil.
Age: I am twenty one years of age.
Gender: I am indeed a female.
Rank: 23
Race: I am a human, although not quite as human as I once was.
Motivation: My motivation is to rid the world of these horrible creatures so no other being will have to suffer how I did. I will cleanse this world of the disease festering upon it, my blade the panacea for the demoni.
Defensive/Offensive: I am greatly offensive in my motives.
Class: Magnifier.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White, since the transformation. A strange side-effect.
Height: Five feet, Six Inches
Weight: One Hundred and Fifty Pounds without my armor, around two hundred with my armor.
Skin Tone:White and pale
Build:Muscular. I used to be delicate and curvy, however the weight of my armor has altered that.
Body Markings:I have a large scar on my right side, just below my ribs. Other than that, my skin does not have any markings.
Voice: My singing voice is said to be beautiful. I have been told that I have almost a siren-like quality to it. As for my speaking voice? It can change. It is part of my abilities as a Redeemer. My natural speaking voice is said to be captivating and entrancing, although itās not quite natural anymore.
Description: I am a feminine beauty, as some have said, although everyone in my family has been born to be fairly aesthetically pleasing. We are...no, thatās not right. We were a family of charm and poise, and because of this I have perfect posture at all times. My hair is well kept, my mother always telling me that it must be brushed at least one hundred times per day, and I have followed her orders. There is not a tangle atop my head, and while it does not seem very prudent in the face of such immense battle ahead of me to worry about such things, I continue doing as my mother said. My skin is rather pale, and it does not look like that will be changing any time soon, as my armor covers most of me at almost any given moment. Some have questioned my so-called scandalous skirt, as it is cut fairly high in the thigh on the side. This is to allow maximum movement during battle.
Fears:I fear that my sister may be turned into a monster, or that she has passed away. I have heard nothing dear Pearl in so long, and I worry for her. I also have the standard fear of becoming an abomination. If that occurs, please kill me as swiftly as possible to spare others. This is my biggest fear, as I may hurt others rather than protect.
Likes:I have a personal love for elves, which is strange considering my upbringing. They were...biased, to put it lightly. I also enjoy tulips, as they are beautiful and remind me of my adoptive father. He would always bring us tulips.
I also love the color blue, as it represents purity and life, just how I want for the world to exist once we are finished with our mission. My nurse as a child would always wear blue, and she told us it was because water was blue, and water symbolizes cleanliness and happiness. I have even had my armor custom-made to include this deep pigment.
Dislikes:I dislike the demoni, although that much should go unsaid. I also dislike those who attempt to make others feel bad. We all live in a world with issues, and making more does not help otherās problems.
Impracticality. Be sensible, and everything will go smoothly. Do not act sensibly and things will not work out well. This is why I wear my armor all of the time. I am ready at a momentās notice in case of an attack, where others would not be quite so vigilant. I am prepared, while others are not. It is also impractical to carry unnecessary things with you. It adds extra weight and will cause you to slow in your travels.
Sexism. I have been called out multiple times by men trying to challenge me to a fight just to see what will happen. They usually do not turn out well for the men.
And cats. I despise cats. I am not sure why, but I always have hated them. Horrible, horrible creatures, although I am never one to say that about anything. Except for cats, of course.
Personality: Some have called me righteous, but I would like to think that I am no more righteous than others, I only display it more openly. While this may or may not be true, I have been noted for my intense dislike of the impure, such as the demoni. They are a disease that needs to be purged from this world. I have also been called rather kind and caring, and I will gladly help others at a momentās notice, even if it requires great sacrifice or inconvenience. I do not mind, and if anyone needs a favor, they are more than welcome to call on me.
I have been called frustrating by some because I am adamant in my ways. I have encountered situations where others attempt to pick fights with me in jest and I will refuse. Unfortunately, this can end badly, because while I do not like to fight back unless a situation calls for it, when I do fight back it will end badly for those that I am against. One man threatened to harm a child if I did not fight him. He was rather intoxicated and I did not want to further harm him, as he did not seem in the correct mental state. He stated that a woman could never beat a man up, even if her life depended on it. But it was not my life, or safety on the line. It was the childās. I removed his right to procreate and left him, taking the child with me to safety. A man of that nature does not deserve children.
Armor: My blue armor covers my entire upper body. It has matching gauntlets and greaves as well. While it may seem strange, I do wear a skirt with my armor, generally. They just do not make metal skirts, and if they did, they would probably not allow me the motion and flexibility that I require to actually fight.
Casual Clothing: Only one person has seen me in casual clothing, and she is missing now. However, when I sleep, I tend to wear nightgowns. And before my induction into the Redeemers, I would wear a variety of dresses and blouses and skirts. Ladylike, as my mother and adoptive mother would say.
Carried Items: I carry nothing superfluous. I have my sword, my sheath, a canteen of water, and a roll of bandages. Anything else I can obtain from the land at a later time, and if I know I am going into a hostile, barren territory, I will prepare then. As for now? There is no reason to weigh myself down.
Main Weapon:
- Name: Sumavara.
- Type: ZweihƤnder
- Made of: Iron
- Length: Four feet.
- Weight: 8 Pounds
- Description/Info: The ZweihƤnder, or great sword, is said to be able to smash the mightiest of armors when wielded correctly. Pearl is a rather short version of the great sword, as some near around five or even six feet in length. I am...well, not tall enough to wield such a weapon without great risk to myself and others. Also, if I draw my enemies in close to me, it is less of a risk for those around me, as a large sharp weapon can be dangerous in the heat of battle, even to allies.
Natural Talents:
- Determined: I am extremely strong-headed toward my beliefs, and this gives me extra power to fight. I will charge into battle, sword held high, and I will not falter until my enemy has been killed.
- Beauty: While I would never use it for my own personal gain, the women in my family have been noted for our beauty. It is mostly covered now by my armor, but I was once quite the vixen in my younger days.
- Athletic Prowess: Since I was a child, I have always been rather athletic. I can run long distances without becoming tired, I can fight for a long time without feeling weary, and adding muscle mass comes easy to me. I have become a strong, fearless woman because of this.
Skills:
- Poise and Grace:I am extremely level-headed. I think things through before acting, and my mind is quick in almost all situations. There are some out there who are wiser than me, and I will listen to them. But I am calculating at all times, trying to connect the dots, and trying to resolve problems before they even start.
- Perfect Posture: My family has valued posture and etiquette. I am always standing with perfect posture. Not only does this make my back and legs more limber, it also gives me a strong footing, which is required with a great sword.
- Diplomacy: My father was a businessman, a wealthy merchant before his death, and my adoptive father was his business partner. I often accompanied both sets of parents on business trips and learned batering, fast-talking, money handling, and business management. I am not sure when running a business will become a major issue in the middle of battle, but you never know.
Weaknesses:
- Selflessness: Some have described this as a weakness, but I do not. I will gladly give myself to save others.
- Showin' Some Leg: I despise pants, and for this reason, I am aware that my thighs are very exposed during battle. A carefully timed attack could leave me crippled. I am confident in my abilities to not allow this to happen, however, I am always on my guard just in case of the worst.
- Obedient: I will follow orders to a fault. I will kill, maim, or torture any demoni or human who stands in our way. The Redeemers must not fail, and I will do anything to ensure our mission is successful.
Demoni Powers: My powers are not as fantastic as some others. Some magnifiers can heal themselves instantly and I have heard of one who's blood will melt those around them. My demoni powers are centered around my voice, which I can disguise and change at will. I may sound like any human on the planet, as long as I know who I am impersonating. I even have the capacity to become extremely loud, or even throw my voice. I may also reach a high pitch, the frequency resonating enough to break glass. While I have heard of a pitch that allows this to occur with objects such as steel, I believe this information is false. I have also heard of supersonic waves of energy being used in this capacity as well, but again, I believe it is false. I can, however, cause one to go deaf by mixing my highest frequencies along with my loudest frequencies.
I believe I need to practice, and in time, perhaps I shall develop my powers further. For now? I'm just a fancy ventriloquist.
Old Life
- Martial Status: Single
- Family: Deceased except for my sister. My adoptive parents are, to my knowledge, deceased as well. My sister is missing.
- History:
I come from money, although it is all gone now. My father and mother, Delilah and Calvin Hawthorne, were both wealthy merchants who traveled with their caravan from city to city. They built up an empire and many people followed them. They soon partnered with Cain Cross, another merchant, to form one of the largest trading empires at the time. Money was pouring into our families, and us three daughters involved were being raised to be dƩbutantes. Vivian Cross, my sister Pearl, and myself were all taught poise, manners, etiquette, and how to act like a lady. We walked with grace, glided across roads and floors on large heeled shoes, our balance and sense of self causing us to almost float on air.
Unfortunately, this all ended when they had one of their largest shipments. Cain took Pearl, Vivian and I to Vincere ahead of the caravan, but the caravan never showed up. Days passed. We were informed that the caravan was attacked by a large amount of demoni with no survivors. Without the Hawthorne's help, Cain sold off his empire to the highest bidders, hefty price tags on chunks of the Litian trade market. We all knew that our lives of riches and royalty was over. We were going to be comfortable, yes, but we were not going to be dƩbutantes anymore.
I was devastated, but Pearl...something happened to Pearl. She grew quiet. I relied on Vivian for my comfort. Her mother died during childbirth and she was raised by an elven nanny named Sumavara, a name which I have been told represents mothering and water, something that she respected. She always spoke of water's purity, and she ran a very clean household, not a speck of dirt to be seen. This is why my sword is named for her- just as she cleansed the world of disease and filth, I shall cleanse the world of evil.
Pearl despised her. Our parents were...well, not exactly the most accepting pair of people. They would verbally abuse and spit on our elven help, although they never did hire humans, except to nanny us...I cannot recall our own caretaker's name, it has been too long. They stated that elves deserved the lowly work, and that humans were too good to do things such as cook and clean. Sumavara watched after all three of us, although Pearl was against it. She mouthed off every chance that she got, and Sumavara would simply retort with some catty, witty remark that would put her in her place. They butted heads quite frequently, and Pearl's hatred only grew.
And then Cain had announced that he was to wed Sumavara. They had fallen in love. Sumavara had lived at the house for many years, and she often spoke with Cain. They grew closer and closer, and it was not a surprise to Vivian or I when they were to wed. We were excited. Pearl, she was livid. She refused to attend the wedding, and it was a beautiful wedding indeed. And four months later, we had learned that Sumavara was pregnant.
We were going to have a sister. Pearl was, of course, not as happy as Vivian and I. Well, she wasn't happy at all. No, she brooded and pouted for quite some time. Eventually, it came the day of the baby shower at the house. Cain was there, as was Pearl (surprisingly) and all of Sumavara and Cain's friends. They ate, they drank (well, Sumavara didn't) and eventually Cain's words began to slur. Sumavara and her elven friends began talking about names, and many elven names were thrown about. Pearl had enough of this, and began screaming.
I do not remember what she said, I could only remember being ashamed of her, and wishing she was not my sister. Cain, now considerably intoxicated, smacked her across the face with the back of his hand to silence her. And I believe this was Pearl's final straw. She grabbed the nearest thing- a large knife next to the white cake, knocking over the cake and smearing it on her white dress in the process. She killed Sumavara, Cain and a few of the elves before Vivian and I stepped in. Pearl stabbed Vivian through the heart with the sharp blade, killing her. She stabbed me in the side, causing me to lose consciousness.
I awoke several months later. I was barely conscious and someone asked me if I wanted to live. I said that I did, and that was enough for them. I was turned into a Redeemer, and as an orphan with no money now to speak of (As Pearl seems to have taken the rest of Cain's fortune) I really did not have any other options.
I do not recall much. I was drifting in and out of consciousness until I was initiated.
New Life
- Reason for Becoming a Redeemer: I wish to become a Redeemer to rid the world of the demoni. They killed both of my parents, drove my sister to insanity, and indirectly killed my best friend and my adoptive parents. They are a vile plague upon this world and they must die. I took this position happily, although I really did not have a choice. The injuries I sustained from Pearl's wound were...rather bad, so I am told. It was a miracle that I lasted as long as I did, which made the organization turn in me in the first place.
- The Changing: Oh, the changing. If there is one horror that I do not wish to speak of, it is this. However, it is my duty to report my experiences. I went to a dark place, so dark that I now know what true sacrifice is. I went to a place where I had to kill Vivian to save many. My best friend was about to kill Pearl, and I had to step in. I was given a large cooking knife with which to kill her.
At first I refused. But Pearl cried out. I tried to talk Vivian out of it, but she did not listen. I was upon her. I drove the knife into Vivian's back, the blade piercing through until the hilt met her flesh. She cried out, falling to the ground, writhing in pain. But when she turned to look at me, it was not Vivian who I had killed. No, it was Pearl. And the face quickly changed to another. Sumavara. And to Cain. And to my parents. And to my own.
I had killed so many that I loved in so little time. I tried to run from the situation, but the cries of 'Why?!' from everyone echoed throughout my home. I then entered a wedding scene, my sister Pearl trapped in a large clear box. She was observing the wedding between Cain and Sumavara, screaming at the top of her lungs, pounding her fists onto the glass. I reached out to her, but was pulled away from an unseen force, my sister screaming and sobbing, dropping onto the ground.
"You could have saved them, you know."
I turned to see the speaker. It was my father, sitting at his desk, a pipe in his hand. "...Father?"
"You could have saved them all. You knew something was wrong with her. Pearl. And you did nothing to stop it. Now she's a murderer, and you have nothing to show for my legacy except for blood on your hands. My friend's blood, and yours. Although Cain got what he deserved, marrying into that lower class life." He took a drag on his pipe. "All you had to do was kill Pearl and they would be saved. But no, now she is loose. She's out there, possibly murdering more as we speak."
"Father, she is my sister."
"And my daughter, yes. As are you. But, if I had my way, you both would be where you deserved to be. Six feet under the ground, rotting in a ditch so deep nobody will ever find you. Her for the murders, obviously. You for buying into that elf trash. No...No, the real black sheep of this family, Val, is you."
"The elves are people just like us! You have no right-"
"You have been raised better than to talk back to me like that! I have raised you to be a lovely young lady! The elves are horrible creatures, and I am only sorry that Sumavara did not receive a harsher death for crossbreeding. They deserve it! They all do! They are not as smart as us, yet they stick their noses where they do not belong. The Litian cockroach has more of a brain than them. Why, I bet that Sumavara didn't even know how to raise a child, let alone give birth to-"
I did not know when I had jumped onto the desk, nor when I had grabbed my father's letter opener. I only know that, in a fit of rage, my father had the object buried in his chest.
"Well, that's interesting." He looked down at the protruding knife before his head lolled back onto the chair, his body gradually tipping to the left until it dropped completely.
I then awoke. My throat was on fire, as were my lungs. I could not speak for at least one year, but when I finally did, it was in a voice so beautiful and captivating, I found if I used it just right I could almost hypnotize people. Almost. I could not make them jump off of bridges or kill others, but I could make them give me a little extra than they gave others. It was something that I did not abuse. I needed to control myself. The Changing taught me that. - Opinions: I am told that I am to be mobilized with a troupe already in motion in Litas. While I do not particularly enjoy the idea of working alongside an already established team, I do welcome the opportunity to meet others. The old members of my troupe were...well, I do not wish to speak of them, may they rest in peace. And, in these new numbers, I am certain that we cannot fail. Our old troupe consisted of four Redeemers. This new troupe has quite a few more. The demoni shall fall at our feet, and we shall be victorious.
- Abomination Experiences: I have encountered one abomination. My old troupe of Redeemers was fighting the demoni when one of them, a manipulator, pushed himself too hard. All of his limbs became like rubber, and he began to grow more of them, until he was like a hydra bearing its teeth. It killed one of my comrades outright, my other comrade trying to kill the rest of the demoni while I killed the newly formed abomination. The abomination would evade my sword at every turn, its newly formed claws reaching out at me, extending seemingly endlessly at me. I dodged and evaded, but its attacked only continued.
My comrade's battle was winding down, the remaining demoni (darkseed, I believe they were. Not too challenging.) fleeing from the two of us. He then charged the abomination. The creature's neck extended at him, its mouth opening impossibly wide, and its teeth mashed down on my comrade's torso. He was a tank Redeemer, so he managed to endure it. I took this opportunity to sever the creature's head, which killed the being, although its teeth were still locked onto my comrade's. He began screaming as his powers began to push at him, began to edge him into an abomination as well. He asked me to kill him before that would happen. I complied.
I believe this is why I am such a high ranking...although I would rather have my allies living and be a low ranking once more.
