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Vallen Slava

He's simply the outcome of an agreement and heir to a fortune hidden from him.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Nevan

Description

The Beginning

Twenty years ago, a charming, yet sadistic predator found and approached a warrior of both strength and beauty. Though no love was involved in their short affair, this man somehow managed to strike an agreement with her: "give me a son." Whether it was rape, seduction, or mutual, it is not known... But nine months later, the woman Harmonia gave birth to a healthy baby boy, known as Vallen Slava.

Although he never met his real father and was seemingly not aware of his existence, he grew up happily; as a normal child should.

Tragedy and Imprisonment

Unfortunately, Vallen's blood connection to that certain man made him desired by some rather.. Questionable groups. Daedalus Enterprises, with the goal of controlling that ancient father of his like a stringed marionette, slaughtered Vallen's family and took him hostage in a single night of unimaginable dread.

When he woke, he found his senses had betrayed him. He could not see the cell he was in, or hear his own breath or the voices of the guards set to watch him. He could feel nothing, not even the strait jacket that held his arms in place, or the coolness of the steel chains that bound him to the wall. He couldn't even comprehend the fact that movement was impossible, or that terror had been drained from his mind like an abscess.

Bound, gagged and heavy drugged, Vallen had no idea how long he was in there, for even his memory was taken.

Freedom?

One day, the very masters who imprisoned him set him free, casting him into Gambit's Bar of Wing City on a night he remembers as dark, raining and so very, very loud.

Then, she was there. There to comfort him as he looked up, weak, starving and scared. She was pretty and she claimed to know him, to know what happened and what he should do. She gave him food and rest, with clean clothes and explanations of events that baffled him. Reconciliation was her goal and she went about it slowly, with such sweet, tender care. Start a new life, she had pleaded. Start a new life; with her...

But how is that possible, when nightmares violently shake him from slumber; when the only passion that touches him comes in response to the fantasy of revenge?

Slipping Away...

Vallen was extremely mentally fragile as a result of his experiences, but his mind itself was too strong for him to control. Incredible psionic powers that were awakened in him during his imprisonment only grew stronger without the priceless scientific equipment to contain them, and soon Vallen's instability grew to where a panic attack or a headache could cause widespread destruction and death in his vicinity. During one such event, Vallen became separated from Valerie and disappeared.


Abilities:

- Telekinesis.
- The generation and manipulation of telekinetic force.
- Remote Viewing.
- Drain, allowing him to absorb experiences, energy and memories from others through physical contact; requires great concentration.
- Teleportation, allowing Vallen to his psionic powers to instantaneously move to another part of space.
- Flight, allowing Vallen to use his psionic powers to mimic flight by moving his own body.
- Telepathy and the uncontrollable ability to read the thoughts of those near to him.
- Telekinetic enhancement, allowing Vallen to use his telekinetic powers to increase his own strength and speed, or at least mimic those effects.
- Nearly unlimited potential for psionic manipulation.

Weaknesses:

- Extremely fragile mental state.
- Prone to blackouts and memory loss.
- Vulnerable to empathetic manipulation.

So begins...

Vallen Slava's Story

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Vallen Slava yawned and flopped down to his backside as soon as he was placed on the floor. He then looked up at his mother curiously and made a small frown, wiping his eyes with one curled up fist. "'Am hungry," the child complained and hoped the woman would listen. He didn't feel like running around right now, there was nothing else there for him to do other than get lost and spend the next ten minutes of his life crying until Harmonia came and scooped him into her arms if that happened anyway.

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Character Portrait: Vallen Slava Vallen Slava says,
 ((BRB save the post for me))

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Character Portrait: Vallen Slava Vallen Slava says,
 ((Whisper me that post lol))

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Vallen Slava frowned and his lip quivered at being told off in such a way. But he did not cry, he simply raised his arms in a gesture meaning he wanted to be picked up again. "Food!" He repeated happily as though it was the only word on the subject he could say. And seeing as it most likely was he had good reason to say that. His mother was the only person he took note of, the rest were just strangers around him that he did not want to talk to, he was shy and the idea of getting lost or taken by those people towering over him made him frightened.

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Character Portrait: Vallen Slava Vallen Slava says,
 ((my connection might be jumpy on this other computer. Not exactly sure))

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Vallen Slava moved his arms out to latch onto Harmonia as best as he could. "Chick...Een." He said as best as he could, before letting out a yawn and snuggling his face into his mothers side. He tilted his head so he was not speaking in a muffled voice and pondered, "Where is daddy?" He asked, meaning Xanthias. Seeing as this man was the only father figure involved in his life, it was perfectly normal to think that this man was his father. Infact he had not even began to think that his real father was a different man at all.

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Vallen Slava nodded and smiled up at the woman, crossing his legs as he was sat down upon the counter. "Promise!" He said enthusiastically, the idea of not being able to play with his small toy sword upset him greatly, so he decided to be good for his mother to be rewarded happily. He hated people getting angry at him. "When 'can' have real sword?" He asked after a short amount of time, curiously as he looked up at her.

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Vallen Slava let out a small, out of controll giggle as he fell backwards onto the counter, looking up at the cieling above him as a result of this. "How do get big?" He asked himself under his breath, his eyes gazing over to the woman as she left. He let out a yawn and tilted his head to one side so he could watch the other people curiously. 'Don't let anyone touch you.' these words rang through his mind again and again, why would someone want to touch him anyway? He frowned and decided to follow her request anyway, besides he didn't like strangers.

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Vallen Slava looked at the plate and licked his lips before sitting up onto his backside. He looked up at her and then at the food, at which point he reached for the chicken yet stopped when he was about to touch it. "Hot?" He asked curiously, a distant memory of him burning himself coming back to him. It was almost amazing that at his age he was cautious enough to check for danger in such things.

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Vallen Slava nodded and let out a yawn as he took hold of a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth, where he placed it between his lips and began chewing slowly whilst looking at his mother. After a while he swallowed and mumbled, "Mummy sad?" As he reached for another piece of chicken. He didn't like seeing upset or angry, even though he could never be quite sure.

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Vallen Slava frowned and put another piece into his mouth, beginning to chew as he said with his mouthfull. "But is only asleep? Why miss? Mummy go sleep at night." He tried to say this, yet most of it was incoherrent dew to the chicken he was chewing at the same time. He was confused now, yet wasn't sure why. He just shrugged a little and upon swallowing, reached for another piece of chicken. When he had grasped it he placed it into his mouth and shuffled closer to his mother whilst trying to drag the plate along with him. He failed.

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Vallen Slava frowned, thinking for a moment that he understood her. "Like how I miss mummy when is not here to help?" He asked curiously as he looked up at her and started chewing again. He was far too young to notice any differences between him and Xanthias so he was not too bothered about that right now, at this moment he was intrigued with learning about the world and why he found it so hard to understand things like people older than him. His brain was like a sponge, ready to soak up all the knowledge in the world... Yet he relied on his mother to ensure the knowledge he soaked up was the right one.

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 unlike*

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Vallen Slava frowned, at that point his eyes began to swell up with tears at the thought of not having his mother with him. He did not understand the rest of what she said, yet the idea of being 'without her' re-run itself again and again over his mind until he began to cry with his curled fists against his eyes. He didn't say anything, he just sobbed.

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Vallen Slava nodded and wiped his eyes against her chest with a shake of his head. He understood what she said now yet he was still upset at the idea. After a while he let out a small yawn and closed his eyes, wondering why she had laughed at him. Infact he wondered why people laughed at all, it seemed... Pointless, yet he could not help but do it himself. "Why do I have to help those people?" He asked in a muffled voice.

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Vallen Slava nodded and yawned, deciding not to touch anymore of his meal as he was no longer hungry. "Yes," he mumbled before looking straight up at her, "Can we go now?" He asked her as if it was nothing. He had always been intrigued by the idea of this land yet he always frowned on the fact they never seemed to be able to go.

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Vallen Slava nodded understandingly and then hugged into his mothers chest, tilting his head so he could watch the rest of the bar. He saw nothin that interested him apart from a strange black and white kitten slowly making it's way towards them. "Kitty!" He said quietly, yet eagerly as he raised a hand as if to reach for the thing.

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Vallen Slava frowned and attempted to grab onto the kitten's fur with his hand, not realising how rough he was most likely being. He also did not notice it's eyes were on his earlier meal, for he wasn't interested in the kittens eyes, he was interested in how warm and cuddly it most likely was... It would make an excellent pillow.

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Vallen Slava frowned at being told off and mumbled, "Sorry." Under his breath as an apology, he didn't bother trying to stroke the cat again incase he once more got told off for it. He simply turned back to snuggle into his mother whilst trying to wrap his arms around her. For that time he would take his attention off of the kitten. "Can play with toy sword now?" He asked her curiously without moving his head.

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Vallen Slava started wafting his hands around and giggling as he was tickled, after a while he began to get tired of such feeling and tried to pry her hands away from him. "I. Don't. Know. Where. Sword. Is!" He said between his laughter. He was undecided on being tickled... He both enjoyed it and hated it at the same time. It was a curious thing really, one that he was far too young to understand, so he thought no more about it as he looked up at her with tears of laughter in his eyes.

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Vallen Slava looked up at the stairs and frowned, determined to show his mother that he was an adventurer and warrior like herself. His first quest! He would succeed, and perhaps even fight off monsters on the way! How he loved stories of valour and courage and the chance to finally show them what he was made of excited him to the point of clapping his hands. Then looking up at the flight of stairs, a mountain to him, he went towards them and took hold of the second stair up with his hand, moving his feet onto the first where he could push himself higher. And at that this little adventurer began climbing up this mountain, ready to battle any monsters in his way, save a damsel in distress and at the end of it, find the sword that was his prize...

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Vallen Slava took several minutes to reach the top of the stairs, although on completing the first objective of this quest he stood up straight and turned to look down at his mother, clapping his hands whilst saying, "I did it!" Upon that he turned and began walking cautiously along the corridoor to this room he spoke of... Allowing his imagination to overtake him. This corridoor was the enchanted forest, the room at the end of it was the cave in which the monster guarded it's treasure. He had no weapon, only his wits and brave little mind about him to fight off this fiend. As he slowly approached the door, he peeked his head around it. Nothing. The dragon he almost wished would be there was gone, replaced only by the bed towering over him. He stepped inside and then looked up, half expecting to be pounced by some manner of evil creature or to see a lady in need of help. He saw nothing, so at that he turned his attention to the bed and set about going after his prize.

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Vallen Slava fround, there was no way he would be able to climb onto the bed. Not one that he could see at this moment anyway. So at that he began to explore this 'dark cave' checking for treasures or anything he could use to help him climb. He would frown, nothing was in the room... But there was, and at that moment he noticed it. A cat! A large one, black in colour and sleeping on the window still! He would have to be quiet if he did not wish to wake this fiend and engage in combat. Yet... His sword was on the bed, a toy it may be yet he could use it to fight away this 'dragon' that was looking over it's treasure. He turned back to the bed and noticed part of the duvet was hanging over the side, flittering carelessly over the floor. He took hold of this cover and began to climb, luckily his weight being enough to allow him to climb without the cover sliding off with him. He then stood on the bed and picked up his small wooden sword, holding it loosely as he prepared for his journey back.

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Vallen Slava would appear at the top of the stairs at that point holding the wooden sword loosely in his right hand. He placed a finger from his left hand to his mouth and whispered, "Shh! Cannot let Dragon see me!" He explained, meaning the large cat which had already seen him, yet simply not bothered to take notice. At that he flopped onto his bottom and held the sword loosely as he repeated a pattern of shuffling forwards, dropping a short distance, landing and then shuffling forwards again as he began to make his way back down to his mother.

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