Post by Rayne Valentine on Feb 17, 2016 2:46:25 GMT -5
Feb 17, 2016 2:46:25 GMT -5
Rayne Angelique Valentine
HISTORY & EXTRA INFO
Passed down from one generation to another a rumored curse thundered through the veins of one family whose hands were forever seeped in the darkest shade of blood. Dripping from their fingertips from each life those hands of their ended in their reign of terror, their grip upon the underworld became so notorious their names became feared. Uttered as a taboo by word of mouth and spoken within shushed whispers amongst the denizens of the darker parts of human society.
As you could imagine, earning a name in the underworld becomes the opposite of fame on the outside world of mundane society. Famous becomes infamous, good becomes evil in the eyes of the regular citizenry whose lives revolved around the sheep syndrome infecting the rest of the human population. Fear is rather a unique weapon in the hands of the capable it can bring even the greatest leaders down to their knees paranoia ran amuck in each person it’s the question of coaching it out with the right tools that made fear... a very destructive weapon. This clan knew it well, they relished the control it gave them on the human psyche.
Basically the pack rule comes into play, fear is an excellent weaponry for that capable of stripping a person of their will turning them into willing slaves. Dominance overtakes the submissive and those who refused to bow could always be taken out of the equation. It was this belief, through all the suffering and death they caused that brought on their so called ‘curse’ the name of this infamous clan are the Valentines. Known in the underworld as a ruthless family of killers and assassins their services became well sought after for their efficiency in the field. No kill has ever been aborted nor did any of their missions ever failed. They became somewhat of the boogie man for the underworld.
It was through this their influence grew, it was true this their name became a legend through every mercenary mouths. Their services however high the price always carried a guarantee that the job would be carried out swiftly with no trace leading to anyone. But everyone there knew... with every high profile kill a Valentine’s hand is probably the caused.
Death was something that happened in the family, just like ordinary humans no one was gods here. They were just as humans as those they slaughter, the so called curse meant they were plunged into the shadows never truly finding peace nor a sense of serenity. Their eyes always glued to their backs with their hands firmly gripping their knives. Happiness, what was happiness, a figment of imagination supposed to bring comfort and relief upon one’s psyche that didn’t exist in their realm for them... they lived in the monotony of death and shadows nothing more nothing else but one such soul didn’t believe that, he dared dream of a world free from this shadows circling around his every move. Free from the paranoia that gripped every single one of his family member. A boy born in the shadows dared wish for a life in the sun and society. He made due with his wish when he meet his partner. For you see he also carried a name upon his person. ‘Faith’ fate bestowed upon him a name mimicking his desires for freedom. He met his sacrifice a fellow mercenary during one of his missions. By luck, they were assigned the same thing and by luck they managed to actually finish it. Their meetings didn’t start out on the good side both competed on who can kill the target fast enough. Apparently he won, she lost. To all those watching a soap opera might sense this as the scene to be forgotten but surprisingly the boy sought her out, playing the cat and mouse game with the female.
Until he gained her attention, and probably some of her ire, she did not enjoy the feeling of being hunted down like prey to which the boy gave her but still she entertained his game until slowly she got to know him. Time took pride in helping these two form a pair, within a year they found themselves married and expecting a child.
This is where things gets difficult as none wanted their child to see the harsh life of murder and gore so... they fled, casting their former lives away and entering a new faze as a member of the mundane circle. The man built his own emporium from scratch, his so called baby that he prepared for years in his spare time. He’s rather talented in terms of expanding and making investments which he used to further the company he created. While his wife...took to the stage to follow a childhood dream she wanted to start since young.
During this time they were blessed with a healthy son they named Eremes, three years later the wife found herself pregnant again. This time with twins, oh how the father almost fainted when he heard the news that he literally almost smacked his head on the floor. The months flew with her belly growing bigger and bigger... it wasn’t until the eight month that they noticed something was wrong, she began feeling ill more often than what normally should so. As the caring husband he brought Gabrielle to the hospital they thought it wasn’t serious on how wrong they were... this the father wanted to assimilate to the curse but kept it hidden from his wife. One of the twins were in distress, she wasn’t getting as much food as her brother was, all of the nutrients were going to the older infant leaving the weaker one in the brink of death, they had to take them out... a month early but this way they would be able to have both twins..
Instead of losing one because they choose to wait. She was induced to give birth in the next few days through the C-section, at a quarter through midnight two children were born into the world while one of them had to be rushed through neonatal for emergency treatment. The infant girl would forever be cursed with a weaker body a price paid to keep her life. The male one named Athrun was the healthier of the two and the obvious fighter. It took a month before the twins were able to come home. At home they lived normal lives as children should, loving parents who dotted over the three children and older brother who often gave time to watch over them while their parents or nanny were away. Life couldn’t be anymore simpler for the two.
They had the best of two worlds at the palm of their hands... now if only the youngest had a decent health in her. From an early age she was often ill, small fevers turned into life threatening episodes that landed her more times in the hospital than a cancer patient would. She was born with several complications including a few rare disorders that made it hard for her blood to clot properly and one that erased her body’s ability to gain scars but at a cost of a highly sensitive skin to the elements. Both weren’t supposed to hinder her except for the first one... but the parents did their best to deal with the aftermaths of their decision.
She had a hard time connecting with children her age due to the fact she was often ill her brother on the other hand never enjoyed interacting with others preferring to simply stay at the corner with a good book or two to read. He spoke just as rarely as he speaks with others it took more effort on her part to even get the stoic young man to say three sentences in a day but this was her life, the timid young blondette who tends to hide behind her older siblings.
However things have a way of changing, shifting along with the earth’s rotation. A happy life wasn’t meant to be hers. At a tender age of five her life... and all that she knew was harshly stripped from her hands in the form of an accident that took the lives of her parents and two older siblings. She remembered the night clearly when her two older siblings began coming down with something, she was already ill and couldn’t afford to leave the safety of the home so her parents had to leave her here... alone in the care of a neighbor. She remembered it well, a hug her twin gave her with a promise he’ll play with her when they get back...
They never did... They left her alone, perhaps she was far too young to understand death. Too young to truly grasped that mommy and daddy would never come back or in a way her sharp mind picked up on the signs and just refused to accept reality. Either way, she was left orphaned, alone with no one to truly pick up the pieces until a man in a suit showed up, grey hair covered the slicked back dark coloration of some strands. Beard well-trimmed and maintained, he looked like one of those well-spoken politicians standing on podiums while giving out speeches. It turns out this man was her parents ‘back up plan’
Satoshiro Kobato. First seat of seven moons, and apparently the guardian named on her parent’s wills should anything befall them. He smiled at her, a smile she should have been wary from the start for you see... he prided his organization more enough to ignore the dying wish of his friends not to toss the child in. He took her in but in return for a roof over her head was total perfection. She was to be the perfect poster child, there mustn’t be a mark on her records. She did that, handled it even at the cost of alienating herself from her peers. She had no time to make friends and the man didn’t allow her to form connections further isolating her from the rest.
Isolation, every night she begged for the heavens for her parents return that all of this was nothing more than a bad dream and that they would be there to save her from this. But they never showed up, they never did in her mind it broke her knowing that her parents forgotten about her. This was fact now...slowly, it crusted the delicate being forced to see the disapproving glare of her guardian every time her illness slowed her down. It was that day... it showed, etched on the right side of her chest just over her breast was a name. ‘Everlasting’ For she lasted so long...
She never knew this was only the start... the man knew of her bloodline from some passages written in her father’s diary he also noticed the girl’s creativity in creating spells. A fighter at a young age she already showed signs of being one. So he had her trained, forced to see the world for its real self the child was put through the harshest conditioning in both mental and physical aspect. She was forced to drive past her limits day by day or earn punishment if she doesn’t deliver what they wished of her. Pretty soon she began to careless about preserving her life, she did as she was told. Even to the point of being labeled as a puppet in their eyes. She did it... all for the childish hope that maybe if she did this will all stop, but it didn’t...
She was drafted into seven moons at a young age of seven to be their personal trained killer. Dealing with just about things they don’t want the public to know, in the outside world she was brandished around as a trophy, a living doll that was made to be showcase. Oh how she hated it... but she repressed it. This is where she actually learned the art of hiding emotions that shouldn’t be seen out in the open.
She took her first kill at the age of seven, horror caked her face watching blood dribbled from her hands she felt sick ,numbed her stomach turning down several angles and only wished to empty itself that day her innocence towards the world broke, the real black and white monotony finally appeared. It wasn’t till later at the age of ten where she was assigned as a new mentor. An older woman who soon became a sort of mother figure to the confused little soul for once a smile could smile and her need to be accepted was actually being given. It was also during this time that whispers about her having not found a sacrifice ran inside seven moons. They say her sacrifice was probably dead... gone from the world before she could him/her which to them was probably a good thing... they feared the child, to which they openly show by avoiding her like a plague. She never understood, she tried not to let the whispers bother her but to be honest they did...
Kitami... that was the older woman’s name, she treated the child as if the girl was another daughter even introducing her to her own children. She saw the longing lingering in the eyes of the child to reach out to a person of her age and actually feel like a child she had been deprived from. At first it worked, she finally gained some semblance of a childhood but the so called curse refuses to let go of its grip upon the child. You see... by this time she began losing faith about meeting her sacrifice it was by sheer luck she met...
An exchange student who came to her school one day, no one talked to her...but the girl was the one who initiated the first move. One time, while she busied herself by a corner while the rest of her schoolmates play on the field the new girl came and actually started to converse with her. Perplexed she handled it warily. She handled it curtly, replying politely to every question the female tossed at her until she slowly began to actually grow at ease with her presence. It was something with the girl... that aura around her that made it easier for her to trust her. She learned her name was Aika, a transferee from London. At first the child was hesitant, as time flowed she actually began to trust Aika even to the point of rebelling and meeting the female after school. She found a companion, a friend she could lean on and it wasn’t too long till she found out the girl also possessed a true name.
Unfortunately... it wasn’t the same as hers. The girl possessed the name ‘Cherished’ it suited her... to this day she believed it still does. Seven moons had very traditional views in terms of the world of the true names holder they believed in conservative beliefs that each pair should partner up with the ones that shared the same name as them. Partnering with one who has a different name is considered taboo in their eyes. Rayne has always been a free-spirited child, a girl who refuses to truly bow down to the rules. It made her unique in their eyes for shes the sort that couldn’t be controlled by idiotic beliefs fostered by old timers. She was more... that willing to break a few rules. She broke taboo when she actually took Cherish as her sacrifice.
They were close, they knew trusted each other Rayne didn’t see why she shouldn’t work with someone who actually gave her attention while the rest ignored her. Her actions were largely frowned upon by those in higher ranking including her guardian but she didn’t care, they tried to persuade the child to stop but she wouldn’t listen... this is where her loyalty began to strain...she wasn’t loyal to them to begin with but it created a gap between her and them including...her so called mother figure who shared the same views at them. It hurts, yes...to see the disappointed look flash on the woman’s face every time they see each other until they began avoiding her.
They all did, because of a ‘sin’ she did in the name of a friend she actually cared for. This truly didn’t bode well with them... they had their ways of getting what they wanted, dark plans formed in the mind of her guardian and it was acted out, hiring people to kidnapped the child they forced her to swallow a toxic chemical. Rayne had been heading home that time when she felt a sinking hole dip down on her stomach, she ignored it until she stumbled on Aika’s body lying lifelessly on the asphalt and a crowd of people already calling for an ambulance for the child they found dumped in the alley way shocked froze her, she couldn’t move as she watched her only friend being hosted into an ambulance. She found out the next day her friend fell in a coma, she should have took more care including the sudden smugness in her caretaker’s face and the smirks plastered on people’s faces at seven moons when she tried to beg for them to help her friend.
But they didn’t... slowly her soul began to crack, letting the darkness Aika’s presence kept at bay wound around her spirit whispering seductive words of death and destruction. She took more to the darker side pulling on a mask to fool just about everyone to think she got over it. But it truth she never truly did, her mentor began approaching her again but the child simply stared at her blankly before turning the other way giving false excuses in a polite tone to simply avoid the woman. Hate festered within her...she began to detest them. It wasn’t until one day when she was about to file a report for a successful mission she heard a conversation between her caretaker and someone in seven moons. Listening closely she couldn’t help herself until the topic fell upon her beloved friend. The truth slowly revealed themselves and the perpetrators came out...
The darkness slowly filled it casting the light she had into the void. Something in her snapped... her personality grew twisted as hate began to fuel her desire. They wanted the weapon...the grin grew on her face... that night, she came home, waited for her guardian before... literally killing him. He didn’t even see it coming, when a sword sliced him though the chest. His body lay flat on a pool of blood but that wasn’t the end of the killing spree. No she returned to the building this time, to ‘attend’ a meeting on a squad she belonged to. Let’s just say no one other than her left that room... it was bathe in blood, every corner splattered and laced with chopped body parts a whole entire squad annihilated in one night. The next day they found the bodies, but she was long gone, vanished into the night she landed herself into the underworld through some connections.
A little lost kitten in the world of the harshest killers the first few months roaming around living in the streets and barely getting by. She had to scrape to live, grovel at the ground like a scavenging rat and forced to do things no child should ever have to do. The only thing she was thankful for, was that she retained her ears. During those dark times, it was by sheer luck she ran into ‘family’ a cousin to her father of sorts she tried to pickpocket but instead landed herself in a near death situation it was only through a lucky chance the man recognized some of the features she inherited from her father namely his eyes. He asked for her name, the child gave it to him. She shouldn’t have...she should have known she shouldn’t have but as luck would offer, it was her only salvation at that time. The man brought her back to the clan, after dressing her out of the rags she wore she was presented to her paternal grandparents. They saw bits of their son in her...her grandfather instantly began to blame the only remaining member of his son’s family. Training was harsh, especially for her. They doubled what they normally would have done to a younger member, they forced her to excel groomed her to be the perfect killer. For once she actually decided to push back her humanity... the last vestige of hope fell when her grandfather openly stated she shouldn’t have been the one to survive if she couldn’t handle the training and that she was nothing like her parents.
Her heart began to chill, frozen down into a thick wall she refused to show, the child simply nodded, turning her back the next day, she forced through the exercises determined to prove them wrong. At that young age of 11 she was already beginning to set a name for herself in the underworld. She began to grow vicious, relentless and cold-hearted sharing a twisted personality with the devil himself in one of his games. She was known as a total ghost in missions for her ability to enter and leave with the kill complete and without a single trace. At the age of fourteen three years later she managed to actually established a name for herself as a top assassin for her abilities in the field taking on the name Azrielis, nurturing it to a feared killer in the underworld market who’s services were known to be pricey but has a reputation for never failing a kill. It was during this time she slipped out of the Valentine radar, she snuck into Selene that’s where she has been for about a year now... hiding in the midst of the crowd.
Vincent Levius Valentine (unknown) 37 Father (CEO and founder of Silver Rhythm Corp, assassin by family line)
Gabrielle Valentine nee Guile (unknown) 37 Mother (actress and assassin by family line)
Eremes Valentine (Unknown) 20 (university student)
Athrun Dien Valentine (unknown) 16 twin brother
Fashion model "Rika"
pop idol ("Rika")
Rika Fairwell (Model and current pop idol)
Melissa Anders (18 year old college student and politician daughter)
Kanaria Anseris (Italian/French Highschool student)
Azrielis (underworld alias, Infamous assassin)
Kierris (Informant, so called ring leader of one of the underworld's spy network.)
likes and dislikes
★ Warm sunny days
★ Listening to just about every music she can get her hands to
★ Playing the violin
★ Venturing out wherever she feels like she should
★ Playing "games" on people
★ Chaotic situations
★ Her pet ferret named Neveé
☒ Loud noises
☒ Depending on anyone
☒ Cockiness with no backbone
☒ Anyone disrupting her fun
• Twirls a strand of her long blond hair while thinking
• Sleeps anywhere that has a cold breeze.
• Absentminded to subjects she feels doesnt concern her.
• Bites her bottom lip when annoyed
• Plays with the trigger of her gun when alone and bored.
• Mutters in italian when figuring something out.
• Is a known...demon when woken from a nap, for the love of the almighty... DONT. WAKE. HER. UP.
• Represses most of her real emotions down and switches it to the twisted outside persona she's known to possess.
• Meeting her true sacrifice
• Falling for anyone.
• Anything breaking her facade
• Nosocomephobia- Fear of medical facilities,
•Mild aversion to insects
OFFENSIVE SPELLS COLUMN
Tu autem abyssi morte illa, et vincula illius (Ninth abyss: Chains of the death queen)
"Dance with me, amuse thy queen of the underworld!"
Most of her spells are creations delved from the deepest parts of her minds. Her darkness and the shadows lurking beneath the façade of the two faced angel. Rayne’s spells are clearly a representation of her being. Chains of the death queen is a unique spell she crafted bound by years spend mingling in the dark.
For this spell as soon she first lifts her arm, making the dramatic posed of her placing it over her heart as she uttered the words activating the spell immediately the ground ripples as a sudden dark rain cloud begins to loom over the horizon it begins a downpour of ink-like water to the ground. These droplets begins to morph into a black transparent mass that slowly slithers to fused with others. Once it does it goes flat on the ground forming black holes with nothing but a dark abyss which no one would be able to see the bottom. Numerous of these would appear in the field and some might even form in the air around the child.
Slowly these dark holes form ripples as if something is trying to burst out, something would be seen moving inside, struggling with whatever shadows lurked beneath. Rayne would raise her hand to point at her enemy, curling it into a shape of a gun. “Bang.” Thorn covered chains, oozing with a purplish substance burst from its confines, the substance is a mix of an acidic material that eats through flesh carrying with it a type of poison that disrupts bodily functions. It flies directly towards the enemy with the full intend of either binding them or tearing them to pieces via the sharp laden thorns covering it. Once the target is successfully bind, those thorns punctures the skin releasing another type of poison that tricks the natural decomposition in a living organism to activate forcefully rotting away at the body.
COOL DOWN: 7 spells
Symphonia choro diligant et centum de animabus (Symphonic Dance: Agony of a hundred souls)
"Shh, they're here... can't you hear them?"
The child killed, she’s not to shy in admitting she took hundreds of lives just with her own hands. Blood forever scarred the innocence she once carried forever tainting it in black. Needless to say she values life as much as the dirt crumbling on her feet. Which...is probably inexistent in her dictionary. As a child she learned to repress anything that would hinder a job from being accomplished that included what little humanity she could preserve... Question, does she even have it... not even the author knew the answer.
This spell...is basically unknown guilt that might have manifested earlier on when she first experienced her first kill at the age of seven. In this spell she turns completely silent as if murmuring a soft prayer which turns out to be the actually activation spell. She turns to look at her opponent while bringing a finger to her lips as it telling them to listen. “Cant you hear them?” She would ask them. Silence overtakes the battlefield so thick that a knife wont be able to pierce it without breaking in half. The ground beneath them begins to distort as numerous dark shadowy circles appears on the ground. At a mark of her word from within the dark void several bodies in various states of decay some even skeletal emerges from the portal, a strange black like substance dripping from their decomposing frames. This substance is a mixture of a highly toxic chemical that induces agonizing burns while killing off cells on a limb it touches once, infected the virus evolves into a flesh eating pathogen wreaking havoc upon the victim’s internal organs.
Not to mention these walking undead carries an unquenchable thirst for human flesh, they will hone in on the target with full intent on feasting upon their flesh. Once they caught, sharp steel-like teeth immediately latches on the person tearing their flesh right off their bones. The enemy must also take great care to be wary if a portal appears right below their feet...for it could only mean one of these creatures will surely dragged them down into the infinite abyss it hailed from.
At an advance stage these creatures are capable of expelling a type of noxious gas from their mouths. These fumes carries a toxin that can both cause paralysis and hallucinations should the victim comes into contact with it as well as a 25% chance of temporary blindness.
COOL DOWN: 7 spells
DEFENSIVE SPELLS COLUMN
μουγκρίζοντας άβυσσο (Bellowing Abyss)
"Shall we play, in the depths of the darkest abyss,"
For a girl who barely values the sanctity of self-preservation. Rayne truly didn’t know why she bothered coming up with anything relatively related to defense. The child’s enjoyment towards inflicting pain thoroughly contradicts this logic but here it is, she made it more as a dual purpose creation that anything else.
A spell that mimic an empty void which this was ironically her fascination for it increased as she grew to imagine its vast emptiness. Imagine, sitting in a place, black as far as you can see surrounding you drowning every sound within a mile radius of your person. This is what she imagined and this is what it gave birth too. For this spell the child does a quick twirl on her feet her eyes closed as she recite the incantation activating spell before raising her hand to block. The air begins to distort, large circles seemingly like gateways flickered in and out as it rips revealing a black abyss of sorts reveals itself to absorb the incoming attack. The size of the circular gate is about fifteen inches long, circular in shape.
Once it absorbs something, a roar echoes in the deep darkness of a beast disturbed from its slumber before... in exchange for the ‘food’ it swallowed toxic fumes emerges from the ‘gates’ hovering over to the opponent. The gas once breathed in burns through the lungs cutting off a person’s ability to breath.
COOL DOWN: 7 spells
μάτι του siegfried (Eye of Siegfried)
"Look up, dear Siegfried is our witness"
There’s a reason she wanted to fight alone, her luck with sacrifices furthered this resolve as the child never wished to be used as a puppet to further another’s organization’s ideals. Then again, the child made this spell as more of a plaything for her as a child. She loved experimenting with ways to differentiate her fighting style. Fighting with a sacrifice meant she was fighting with a unit which now she lacks as she holds no hope in ever finding her partner.
And if she does, she doesn’t even know if her mind could handle another. Eye of Siegfried is more attuned as an enhancement rather than defensive a tailor made spell created just to suit the needs of a lone fighter.
Rayne casually lifts her arm and points to the heavens as she recites the lines the winds swerved around the battlefield as the skies seems to shift as a magical circle laden with strange written runes inscribe itself on the sky glowing a bright yellowish glow in the center is a symbol of an eye looking down upon them. Once set in the field this spell can double the effectiveness of the spell and enhances the accuracy of the spell the child plays on the field.
COOL DOWN: 7 spells
MADE BY PANNY FOR WAR OF CHANGE IN-SITE USAGE ONLY!