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Seychelle Valentine

There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.

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a character in “The End of Days”, as played by Terraformer

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{"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.” }


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|{Seychelle Elise Valentine}|


|{Sey}|


|{March 14}|


|{Vietnamese|Irish|Polish|French}|


|{Heterosexual}|


|{Freelander}|


|{Jaded|Violent|Exasperated|Impatient}|




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{"“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” }
-Ernest Hemingway

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪She tenses her jaw so much when she's angry, it aches.
▪She snaps when she's forgetful
▪She has a hard time not speaking her mind.
▪She has a bad habit of correcting people without thinking.
▪She tends to zone out when her thoughts become more profound. Which happens often.

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
⚘Exceptional marksman⚘
⚘Her sense of right and wrong⚘
⚘Combat speed⚘
⚘MArtial Arts Training⚘
⚘Good Healer⚘

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
⚘Grief for her family⚘
⚘Her temperament⚘
⚘The unfortunate tendency to over-exert herself⚘

|{Hobbies}|
▪Books rarely waste away around her.
▪Cleaning her weapons methodically
▪She spars. Alone. But it still counts
▪She has an affinity for old things.
▪Her favorite sport is baseball, so she plays whenever she can.

|{Fears}|
øDoubtø
øHesitationø
øDeathø

|{Secrets}|
✤{"I don't enjoy killing"}✤
✤{"Her favorite color is pink"}✤
✤{"She is a virgin by choice"}✤
✤{"She sought revenge for her family's death...and found it."}✤

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{"“All things truly wicked start from innocence.” }
-Ernest Hemingway




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|{Personality}|

Privacy is essential. Seclusion is necessary. And stealth is paramount. This is the unofficial prayer of the Freelander. One look at her face and the only thing most could describe is "Pissed Off", for good reason. She never suspected to lead a life of solitude when the Angels descended and fire rained from the heavens. However, it was not genuinely surprising. After the death of her family, her sour disposition grew into a permanent scowl that graced the walls of her chambers everyday. She gave no heed to false idols of authority; something most of the rebellious groups worshipped. It was always men, and they were always power hungry.

But despite whatever her reasoning and habit, Seychelle is not an evil person. It is not humans she hates, nor does she despise the angels (completely). She mostly finds it inexplicable, the bitterness that clouds her thoughts. She finds it impossible to hold back her thoughts on anything and everything, no matter how hurtful. To her, the world would be a much better place if everyone was open and honest with each other. She knows better than others that, while it can be hurtful, it saves A LOT of time and A LOT of energy better spent on this silly war.

Like most people at this time, she finds it hard to trust. She's made the choice to save herself, and her life, to live as she wanted. Free and (for the most part), safe. With no one around, there is no one to betray her. That is how she sees the world. After the death of her family, she sees no point in prolonged interaction with anyone. She needed no man, no friend, and no protector.
But she's not cruel...no, she's never been cruel. She won't turn her back to you, but she'd give you food and shelter if you really needed it. She would be sharp, and brash, and maybe too honest about her opinion of you, but she would still help. It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and she's had to learn to survive on her own for too long to change for one stranger.
She does smile, every once in a while. Sometimes a traveler will pass by and will elicit a response if they seemed sincere enough. She looks forward to those time, when she could talk with some one, without them trying to misguide or take from her. Even in her young age, she finds herself moving more carelessly about her daily life. This conflict would wear on even the strongest and she find less and less things to be grateful for.





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{"A man will fight harder for his interests than for his rights." }
-Napoleon Bonaparte




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|{Likes}|

▲Jazz|▲antiques|▲Simple Beauties|▲The color of a dark blush|▲The smell of rain|▲Fresh Flowers|▲The sound of a gun|▲Sparring|▲Piano|▲Silence|▲Being Alone|▲Old movies|▲Fresh snow|▲Nights that are filled with dreams and not nightmares|▲Her hair|▲Tattoos|




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{“To set up what you like against what you dislike, this is the disease of the mind.” }
-Sengan



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|{Dislikes}|

▼Intruders|▼Killing for no reason|▼How ruthless she has become|▼All angels|▼Most humans|▼This war|▼Vanilla Ice cream|▼Sweltering temperatures|▼Having to repeat herself|▼When people get angry over the truth|▼Large Crowds|▼Most overtly social situations|▼Being dirty|▼Laziness|▼The spite and grief|▼Most modern music




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{“History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.” }
-Mark Twain

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|{Place of Origin}|
Chicago, Illanois

|{History}|


|{Family Tree}|
|Mother||Deceased
|Father||Deceased
|Brother||Deceased

|{Happiest Memory}|
It was the morning of one of her birthday's, mostly likely late teens. Her parents woke her up early to a large breakfast. After, they took the short trip into town to see a cubs game. The cubs won AND she caught a foul ball with the help of her father (pushing every one else out of the way). She went to bed that night with a smile on her face and a brand new car parked outside. She ever got to drive it.

|{Saddest Memory}|

Coming back from a hunting trip to see her family slaughtered on her floor of their home.




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{“If music be the food of love, play on | Give me excess of it; that surfeiting | The appetite may sicken, and so die.” }
-William Shakespeare





Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you




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{"Whatever you are, be a good one.” }
-Abraham Lincoln




|{Other}|
❣Loves Billie Holiday and all old jazz singers❣
❣She fiddles with the piano every once in a while❣
❣She's become quite obsessive over hair over the years. Something else to think about.❣




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Character Dialogue || #b93b8f {Plum}

Font || Georgia


Face Claim

|| {Maggie Q} ||

So begins...

Seychelle Valentine's Story