Post by valerie lynn ravenwood on Apr 28, 2011 15:02:12 GMT -5
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valerie lynn ravenwood
[/color][/i]valerie lynn ravenwood
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" there's nothing i wouldn't do
to hear your voice again "[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Hailz
~ how did you find us?: been here a while?
~i also play: nyx labelle & desdemona archer
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~ my name is : Valerie Lynn Ravenwood
~ call me : Val
~ i am : 19
~ born on : march third, 1991
~ my twin : scarlett johannson
~ gender : female
~ i like : boys
~ species : hybrid
~ type : none.
~ animal form : N/A
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~ about me :Valerie isn't exactly a porcelain doll, though she looks as if she could be dressed up like one and pull off the part. She's anything but, really; she loves being a tomboy and getting into trouble, and she's got the fiery temper to prove it. She's very withdrawn from people, after her issues with the murders and such, and she's very sensitive to people physically touching her. She's extremely independent, and doesn't like being told what to do. However, if she has to, she'll obey commands, but don't expect her to be nice about it. Sarcasm is one of her favourite things to use.
This girl, though she hides it, can sing better than almost anyone, but she doesn't like people knowing about her talents. She can be very sweet, when she trusts someone, and then she'll do whatever it takes to make someone happy. She used to be a very nice, happy girl, but she's lost that innocence and it's something she grieves. She hates talking about her past, and acts as if she doesn't need anyone when, really, she just wants someone she can trust.
~ my family : William Ravenwood (vampire, deceased), Melanie Ravenwood (vampire, deceased) All other living family is in England
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]Adventure
[/li][li][/color]Chocolate
[/li][li][/color]Books
[/li][li][/color]Art
[/li][li][/color]Music
[/li][li][/color]Nature
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]Skirts
[/li][li][/color]Preps
[/li][li][/color]Peppers
[/li][li][/color]Physical contact
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~ history :
Valerie was born into a richer family in England, the daughter of the police chief and his schoolteacher wife. They moved to New York when she was young, and her father was one of the most successful cops in the city. She was a very bright child, and received a lot of attention being the only kid. Many said she looked like a little angel, a pretty little blonde girl with eyes of innocence and joy. She was just that, really. An innocent little child with no idea how evil the world could be. She never had to see it.
She grew up dancing and singing, being her daddy's little angel, yet the resident troublemaker as well. Everyone loved her, and as she grew older that was evident. In school, she was one of the most popular kids. She was friendly and outgoing, though still a bit bitchy, but people still loved her. She was top of her class, and had many suitors wanting her hand. She never saw any that pleased her, though. Well, perhaps one.
She began dating Jeremy only a year before the accident, and she was in love with him. He had his secrets, which she was deeply curious about, but she loved him anyways. She wanted to marry him, and he wanted the same. They seemed to have the perfect life, until the murders. That's when she cut ties completely with the boy, and now he's just a memory of what she once had.
The murders changed everything for Valerie. During a family dinner, men burst into their home and tied her father to a chair, grabbing her and her mother and tossing them to the floor. Turns out, her father had gotten a little too deep into a vampire crime ring's files and something had to be done. They forced her father to watch, using a vampire who could cause paralysis, as Valerie and her mother were brutally beat and raped, finishing her parents off in the typical vampire fashion. They assumed Val was already dead. She woke up in a pool of blood, cops circling her and trying to rush her out of the crime scene. When she woke up in the hospital, she managed to break out and
Somehow she ended up in Cleveland, after years of travelling, a spot where she could be safe for the most part. Somehow the crime ring had gotten wind of her revival, and now they had unfinished business to attend to. She toughened up. She wasn't a whimp, she was a hybrid. Hell-bent on revenge, but cautious enough to know to plan it, she figured that it'd be best to reside here and gather information from the branch of the resided nearby.
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~ role play sample :
Struggling was pointless. The tight grip the men had on Valerie's thin arms was enough to crush her. There would be bruises there later, no doubt. She was being dragged along through the warehouse, fighting the entire way against the big guards. She had already beat up two, but these were much bigger and had a much stronger grip on her. So now, she walked along in silence, not wanting to end up with broken bones.
How'd she end up in this place? How could she have been so foolish as to run outside? She should've taken the back door instead of the front in that bar; she shouldn't have turned her back on him so soon. She didn't remember much after the bottle hit her head, everything becoming a blur as she was picked up off the ground and tossed roughly in the back of a car, her hands and ankles bound to prevent her from doing any more damage other than the black eye she had given him. She hadn't even suspected him to be part of the mafia when she saw him in that bar, but he was.
She woke up in the back seat not long after, and began kicking at the door of the sedan. The driver paid no mind to the young woman, continuing his voyage to what would be her new home. He was murmuring things about how much money she'd be worth, how sneaky he was. She stopped kicking out of exhaustion, planning to save her energy when she needed to run. But it was too late for make a getaway.
The driver collected his pay for her and left, two men taking her by her arms and leading her in. They were smaller men, and she easily began a fight. Within a few seconds both were unconcious on the floor, and she was making a run for it. For a moment, she had a bit of hope... until the big men decided to join in the fun. She didn't stand a chance against the muscular giants, and now here she was, being dragged to a prison.
They tossed her in a room, cutting the bindings on her arms. She was alone in the room, due to her violent attempt at an escape, which she followed through with screaming every curse word she could think of and then laying on her bed when she couldn't scream any longer. Tears had begun streaming down her face, and she curled up into a ball. At least the pants and blouse she was wearing hid the curves she possessed, the true beauty she hid behind the masculine attire. She was out of the frying pan, and into the fire now. But she wasn't going to give up, no. Val never gave up. She wouldn't be here forever, but she'd make damn sure everyone knew her name when she left.
How'd she end up in this place? How could she have been so foolish as to run outside? She should've taken the back door instead of the front in that bar; she shouldn't have turned her back on him so soon. She didn't remember much after the bottle hit her head, everything becoming a blur as she was picked up off the ground and tossed roughly in the back of a car, her hands and ankles bound to prevent her from doing any more damage other than the black eye she had given him. She hadn't even suspected him to be part of the mafia when she saw him in that bar, but he was.
She woke up in the back seat not long after, and began kicking at the door of the sedan. The driver paid no mind to the young woman, continuing his voyage to what would be her new home. He was murmuring things about how much money she'd be worth, how sneaky he was. She stopped kicking out of exhaustion, planning to save her energy when she needed to run. But it was too late for make a getaway.
The driver collected his pay for her and left, two men taking her by her arms and leading her in. They were smaller men, and she easily began a fight. Within a few seconds both were unconcious on the floor, and she was making a run for it. For a moment, she had a bit of hope... until the big men decided to join in the fun. She didn't stand a chance against the muscular giants, and now here she was, being dragged to a prison.
They tossed her in a room, cutting the bindings on her arms. She was alone in the room, due to her violent attempt at an escape, which she followed through with screaming every curse word she could think of and then laying on her bed when she couldn't scream any longer. Tears had begun streaming down her face, and she curled up into a ball. At least the pants and blouse she was wearing hid the curves she possessed, the true beauty she hid behind the masculine attire. She was out of the frying pan, and into the fire now. But she wasn't going to give up, no. Val never gave up. She wouldn't be here forever, but she'd make damn sure everyone knew her name when she left.
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