Post by valerie on Dec 10, 2012 12:25:43 GMT 9.5
| [cs=2][atrb=align,center][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][atrb=style, border-bottom:2px solid #515151;] VALERIE BLYTHE OSBORN | |
[atrb=valign,top]  TWENTY-TWO FEMALE RANGER HETEROSEXUAL DIRTY COP | [atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, border-left:1px solid #515151;] PERSONALITY >sensual >rich >nonchalant >composed >musical >mildly friendly >woman of few words <self-loathing <destructive <nasty temper <wasteful <empty <vindictive <trusts no one +buying things +drugs +alcohol +men +doing her job -being told what to do, outside her job -being in debt to someone -feelings -women -her profession HISTORY Born in Azalea Town, Valerie was not a happy baby. Born to a single mother who already had four or five mouths to feed, Valerie was furious for having to share attention with her siblings. She wanted to be the one and only one getting attention and it certainly showed during her childhood. Temper tantrums, chores refused, especially toys thrown. Her mother, a single and loving woman who only wanted her children to get as much attention as possible, shipped her off to live with her father, whom she had recently divorced. There wasn't really anything wrong with Richard, Valerie's mother just believed in true love. And after five children and not being able to feel anything but complacency, she decided to end it and focus on finding a man she could really love. Richard, distraught, moved to another part of Azelea (for he couldn't deny a single mother with five children the house he had grown up in because she didn't love him, that would be horrible). He saw his children all around...and yet, he still couldn't feel like their father. He drove himself to madness, trying to see the children all the time and harboring a secret bitterness he didn't know was possible for him to hold toward the woman who had hurt him most. That's when it started. The frustration being taken out on innocent people who had nothing to do with his life. Valerie was an accomplice, a spectator to the horrors that the world could produce. Soon, her father was going to secret meetings and dragging women into the house, knocked out cold. That's when Valerie grew up. She lived in a world of pain and torture and hate and violence until she couldn't stand it one day. Just as she had watched her father do the same countless times before, she killed him. Struck him down until he didn't move. Of course, the actual act of killing someone did a toll on her mental health. She panicked. She fled to her mother's house to shakingly confess what had happened, only to see her mother's face of devastation, let down that her daughter could do such a thing and endlessly ashamed to have birthed such a monster. Seeing her mother's reaction, Valerie fled, vowing to make herself a better person with a Slowpoke - stolen from the well - by her side. THEN IT STARTED. Storms blowing every which way, slamming through towns and destroying homes and futures, turning everything into a page in a history book. And soon Valerie was left, distraught from her past, hating herself for the person she had become and hating everything there was to hate in the world. At seventeen, she sought out help at an orphanage, having been living off the streets for a few months and nearly starving to death for her trouble. She was soon placed in an incredibly wealthy home, one who cherished and adored her for her innate ability to do whatever they wanted her to do and to smile brightly for the cameras. She became an excellent pretender. Someone who could dawn a mask whenever she was called upon and obey every single order given. But, of course, all things come at a price. After a month or two living under the guise of Blythe for her family, she began to dig underneath the house. Physically dig and make herself an underground cave that she could retreat to. One unlike her bedroom which always had to be spotless and clean. A place she could put things in jars and a place where she could smash the jars as hard as she wanted to. A place where she would soon be pulling old tvs, junk desks and soon pokemon all to satisfy her rage at the world and her disgust with herself. The pokemon that didn't die were the ones who stayed by her side. The ones too terrified to leave and who had a masochistic sense of loyalty. Once her family discovered her little hideaway, she had to end them. Without regret, she staged an auto accident near her nineteenth birthday to end the lives of the people who had come to love her. She continued to live in the mansion though, being the one and only heir. After that, she sent herself off to the academy in a sudden, guilt-laden attempt to right her wrongs. Although she passed with flying colors and now serves as a Ranger, she questions herself each and every day and refuses to trust anyone, including herself. OTHER - Has never attempted to end her life, no matter how much she hates herself - Will shut down / go into a rage if provoked about her life - Has empty relationships with everyone so she doesn't get close - Always carries around a rail gun, especially off-duty - Knows 23 ways on how to kill someone - without a weapon - Always accepts bribes - Very dominant, obviously POKEMON  mortimer, male slowking own tempo foul play ▸ zen headbutt ▸ ice punch magic coat ▸ iron defense ▸ amnesia  edwin, male weepinbell chlorophyll seed bomb ▸ tickle ▸ power whip poisonpowder ▸ sleep powder ▸ double team  percival, male stantler frisk role play ▸ psyshock ▸ confuse ray calm mind ▸ imprison ▸ hypnosis  clifford, male ninetales flash fire nasty plot ▸ flare blitz ▸ safeguard heat wave ▸ sunny day ▸ attract  otis, male sigilyph wonder skin sky attack ▸ dark pulse ▸ reflect icy wind ▸ gravity ▸ air slash  ambrose, male furret keen eye slam ▸ sucker punch ▸ defense curl rest ▸ hyper voice ▸ fury swipes IN PC N/A MICHIKO MALANDRO FROM MICHIKO TO HATCHIN is VALERIE THIS CHARACTER IS PLAYED BY *KEVLAR |
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