Post by Jynx on Oct 5, 2010 8:42:37 GMT -5
Name: Vallacenia Zyrrce [Vallacenia Killian]
Era [BC- 23] [FOH- 27] [WWE- 29]
Gender: Femme Fatale
Appearance: Unlike her sister who stands at five feel, Vallacenia is a giant. She stands at six foot three, all of her 197 lbs tanned skin and muscle .She is full of sass, but there is a calm confidence there too. Valla has an air of clarity and cleverness that extends to everything around her. She can usually see through all illusions which helps her know what she should be doing and what is happening around her.
Valla’s hair is bound in thick blue dreadlocks, held in two pony tails. They fall down like blue waterfalls, waving in the wind. Sometimes she lets her hair down, clipping it together so that its out of her face. Her eyes are an icy blue color with misty grey towards the center. They look like her sisters , but not as cold an unfeeling. Valla has sun tanned skin, healthy colored from years in the sand and sun. She has a few scars on her back from different sandstorms and fights, but not enough that it looks odd. Her ears through, are tatters of scarred flesh and metal. She wears a single earring in her right ear, the only one that doesn’t irritate her ears to the point of inflammation. Her face is just as angular as her sisters, but her eyes soften it a bit so that she doesn’t look nightmarish.
Valla looks different depending on where she is and what she is doing. When she is out in the desert she a sight. Her hair is held up in her two ponytails, a pair of specialty goggles she created sitting on the top of her messy blue dreadlocks. Her shirt is odd, created by her for the harsh conditions of the desert. She wears a black tank top underneath, skintight and very comfortable. Over that is her specialty. She made it out of leather, tight fitting like a corset and strong like nothing else. It has a high collar protecting her neck from the sand and high winds. Most of it is composed of different shades of brown, but the part that covers her chest is a subtle manganese blue. Ringed belts cover the whole lower section, a good place to hang tools or other needed objects. Over all of this is a dark leather bandolier, a useful thing that she uses like a harness for when she has a larger firearm. On her lower arms are leather gauntlets, fitting easily over her muscled arms. They are worn and scratched from use and protection, once beatifuly tooled leather now old. On her upper arms she wears metal plate armor. It cover her skin and keeps from serious injuries. Covering her legs are brown and black leather pants, also scarred from life in the desert. The are smooth and comfortable, not as hot in the bright sun as one would think. Valla covered the inside with windsilk, something expensive because it it very durable and can keep you cool in the hottest of weather. Her boots are light tan and black, each one with three rings of buckles on them. The fit snugly over her pants, keeping the sand from the inside. Valla wears a skirtlike piece of windsilk on her hips that has many uses. It can be used as a headwrap in a sandstorm, and something to keep warm on cold nights in the desert. Even as a tarp to shelter from the blistering sun. It is kept n by a large tan leather belt and a precursor metal belt buckle.
When Valla is in her garage/shop, she looks similar, but not completely. She is dressed more comfortably than if she were in the desert. Again she has her black tanktop that she loves, but over that is a more loose dark brown and lighter brown leather shirt. The collar is tall, but open and loose. The shirt is sleeveless, leaving her bare arms exposed to show dirt, grime, and scars. On her head sits her goggles, convertible into a face shield for welding. Her pants are of beaten brown leather, simple for work in a garage where they could get burned and scuffed. She wears a pait of brown gloved with black at the ends, comfortable and able to handle hot objects. She still wears her blue windsilk, using it to clean tools and such. She still wears her thick tan belt, usua;ly hooking tools to itb when working. Her boots are thick with metal toes to keep her feet safe.
The only Valla that no one would recognize is City Valla. Her appearance is so different that you wouldn’t be able to find her unless you knew exactly who you were looking for. Even her demeanor seems to change. The fringes of Vallas hair are short and curlish, the main amount of blue dreadlicks bound together to stream dpwn the center of her back. On her face she wears a small pair of pewter colored- wire rimmed glasses. She will usually take the metal braces off her ears, leaving them weak and vulnerable. At this time she almost never wears earrings. Her dress is unusual, even though a dress on her would seem unusal in itself. The top is corseted around the stomach and chest, leaves flowing out into moderately wide, deep crimson sleeves. Underneath, a few layers of bright blood red lace stick out. The top of her dress has a high collar, folded over elegantly. Underneath she has a tight black, sleeveless shirt with a high collar. The skirt of her dress is deep deep black with a shimmering silver, almost transparent gauze over it. A few chains of gold sweep arcoss it, tied by the deep amber colored belt she wears. A pocket watch hangs there for her to check when she needs to tell time. Her shoes are high black boots, deep red leathers over them to keep them from scuffing. They are held together by golden yellow buttons. The way she moves implies that she was highborn, her language proper and consise. She is so very different from the way she is when she is in her forge that most people would never be able to tell. Sometimes she even goes by a different name.
Vallas voice changes quite often. Sometimes her voice is soft, other hard. For a woman, her voice is low. It would be in the very bottom of the alto range. Even so it is rich. If she is not careful, her voice sounds like her sisters. Rich and evil.
Likes Being in the deswet, working on something new
Dislikes Her sister
FearsHer sister
Goals: Somehow get rid of her sister
General Personality: To sun it up in one word, Valla is a very upfront kind of person. Everything she does it straight and to the point. She’s not the kind of person to mess around or play games.
She likes to get to the point of everything and not waste time. Valla has a sense of calm and clarity that follows her around. She can see through deceptions to the heart of a matter. Valla sees everything around her in a perfect crystal clarity. She usually weighs all options and possible outcomes. This makes her a great planner. She is not particularly violent when not threatened, but she has a very strong personality. She is very clever and watchful, noticing everything around her. She is also a very inventive person. Depending on where she is she can seem serious or witty.
If she is in her forge then she will be herself. A person who will tell you what they think when it crosses their mind. When out in the desert she is quiet, absorbing the calm she finds in the blistering sands. But if she is in the city working, she is a completely different person. At that point she becomes suave and urbane, sly and sometimes even manipulative. She gets her way when she wants it. She Is very good at gathering information. In this way she learns of all the people in the city. Her emotions are hidden, In these cases, behind a mask of innocence and the ability to make it in a tough world. She keeps her thought to herself unless she is around Ryuke.
When she is angry or nervous she becomes extremely calm. Calm to the point of being scary. In this respect the resemblance between her and her sister becomes painfully clear. The sharp planes of her face and misty grey eyes come into play, making her formidable, like a childs nightmare. Sometimes she cannot help when this happens, doing without realizing it. Sometimes when deep in though she will stand with one neslted in the other, balancing on one foot. Other times she will drum her fingers across a hard surface to make a soothing rhythem.
Valla is a very punctual person. If possible, she will be where she needs to be early so that she can scope out the place where she is going to be. She is also patient. Almost to an extreme point. But when her patience and calm wear off, she becomes very, very unlikeable. Her temper would explode in a torrential fire. She is not easily frustrated though, and has an admirable amount of restraint.
Craft/Job/Occupation: Many things. She works out in the wasteland gathering artifacts sometimes. She owns a shop near the stadium where she works on all sorts of mechanical things. If you need it, she probably makes it. She also does a lot of work for the underground… or the highest pay. But she refuses to work for the Baron. She is mostly an information collector. Evrything else she does is to cover that or to gather information.
Powers: Basic Blue Eco
Weapons: Currently only a handmade pistol, matching that of her sister.
Home: She has a house in Haven. Her shop. She also has a house in Spargus and a few caves she calls hers out in the desert.
Vehicle: In the city she uses a jetboard. In the desert she uses a dune buggy. She is also currently working on her own secret mode of transportation.
Pets: None
Friends: She has a few pople she knows, but few friends. Right now it is just Ryuke who lives and works with her. Later on it will be Kovu when she escapes from the prison. She is also
friends with Jace Dragomir.
Family
Jynx Killian[sister]
Zattias Killian[brother-deceased]
Relationships: None atm
History: For the first few years of her life everything was fine. She was an inquisitive child, toddling around and getting her hands on everything she possibly could. But fate had already been written and it dealt only ill towards she and her family. When Vallacenia was three, her sister was born. She was named Jynx, and appropriate name for her coming action. From then on Valla was a loving older sister. She played with her sister like no other. When she was six and Jynx was three, their brother Zattias was born. And for three years they were a completely happy family. Mother father, brother and sisters. But when Valla was nine the world started to crumble.
It had started with with small animals. Frogs, insects, mice. Wherever her sister was there were dead creatures. Ripped apart, blood everywhere. The first time Jynx parents scolded her and sent her to her room. But Valla could see something the others couldn’t. She could see the emergence of insanity. There were many times where she came into a room and and Jynx was talking to herself. When asked about it Jynx simply said she was talking to Kurama. She would never tell her parents about this thought. They thought she was jjust talking to an invisible friend, and that it would pass with time, but this was not so. When Jynx was nine her twelve her nine year old brother disappeared. Valla saw when her sister came home, covered in bood. The too intelligent little girl smiled evilly. It was then that Valla knew her sister had crossed all ines and was truly insane. The seeds of hatred had ben planted and bloomed larger every second. Still her parents never suspected no matter how much Valla pleaded that her sister was to blame.
It was only one year later that their sweet innocent daughter showed her true stripes. Valla was sixteen, and too smart for her little sister. And so with a heavy heart and the memory of lost family she left. Her hatred for her sister was solidified. The search began.
When Valla was nineteen she heard of her sister entering the prison. Valla was now a petty thief, a trader of artifacts, and an artificer. She slowly started to build up her network, a network of people she could trust. Slowly she started together informant. Peopl in the desert, the prison, the kg, even marauders. Though she seemed to be known to everyone no one could find her unless she anted them too. She was becoming something. A person people went to for information. At twenty two she was beginning to see her own potential. She knew half the city underground, some more influential members among them. She came across a man who was half man, half hybrid and befriended him. He now lives and works with her. His name is Ryuke Hitalia.
Now at twenty three she uses everything she knows to help those imprisoned by her sister. She is out for revenge.
Other: Valla’s true name is Vallacenia Nausicaa Killian. Most of the time she does not go by this name though. She uses Vallacenia Zyrrce after a family tht her family had befriended.
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[Just like blue eco]
