Post by AoSoraMinami on May 27, 2012 18:38:35 GMT -5
[/font][/size](Vassal Jade Valentine)- - - - - -the b a s i c s
Name: Vassal Jade Valentinel
Nicknames: Vass, Vash, Vassalius, Viv, V2, VV, Vaseline
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Neutral Heart
Canon or Original: Original
Sexual Orientation: Straight, slight homosexual tendency.
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]Height: 5 feet
Weight: 47 kg
Hair Color/Style: Her hair is a deep shade of blue-black and almost always thrown up in a ponytail.
Face Claim: Ririchiyo Shirakiin - Youko x Boku SS
Brief Overview:
Vassal stands at a mere five-feet, shoulders slanted in that oh-so undeniably feminine way, and her hips wide and level with her shoulders. She has little muscle tone, so she doesn't exactly look like she could do anything to harm you. However, behind that carefully (not) acquired facade lies an impossible amount of strength. Well, not really. While she is, indeed, very strong, she isn't of a godly stature. In fact, her strength is like that of any other person's, so it drains quickly depending on the level of combat, lack of sleep, or lack of food and water. Her breasts are proportionate to her body, none of that Mary Sue crap, and her legs are long and slender.
Her hair is very long and of a blue-black color, passing her bum. It's soft but not to the point it gets staticy and she doesn't always have the time to take care of it. So it gets messy. 99% of the time, it's thrown up into a ponytail or a bun or even curled. Her eyes are an icy blue (or Mako blue). She typically wears a messy mini-kimono, all of the same patterns but with different colors. It's like wearing the same thing everyday for her. There are bandages winding around her neck and left shoulder, her left leg, and a single bandage plastered to her right cheek. She wears a black pair of above-knee-length black shorts (of the skin-tight variety) and her kimonos never reach past mid-thigh, though they do hang off her shoulders.[/left][/size]
- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: Mint pocky, star fruit, silver-haired boys, sparkling water, oceanic views, music, dancing, the moon.
Dislikes: Milk, orange juice, bald people, being called Vaseline, the color grey.
Strengths: Praise, friendship, loyalty, duty
Weaknesses: Those silver-haired boys she likes, milk, darkness, children
Weapons: She weilds a wakizashi and a standard issue Hardedge.
Overview:
Vassal likes most things without having to force herself to like everything. Simple things are more her style simply because they are simple and not complicated. It's not that she's stupid. She's simply in search for something simple. Complicated things come with baggage and all sorts of ugly problems. Simple things stay simple. Well, for the most part. Star fruit is star fruit. Enough said. Mint pocky is simple yet minty fresh without having to be toothpaste. Silver-haired boys... Well, Sephiroth, Kadaj, Yazoo, Riku, and Faunus should be reason enough to like silver-haired boys. Sparkling water just tastes good and it's refreshing. Dancing under in the audience of the moon with a dash of some mood music is just an invitation to have a crap load of fun. (Not in the dirty way.) She likes the ocean because it is endless and infinite.
The things she dislikes all relate to painful events in her past or to some health issue she had once upon a time. She's allergic to milk so she doesn't like it. Orange juice reminds her of Faunus (an OC from Super Duper Gala-City). Bald people remind her rapists because every time she sees a bald person (Rude is the ONLY exception) they're on the news for a reported rape. If and when that happens. Faunus used to call her Vaseline and it was an affectionate term, but he disappeared. Up and left. So how affectionate is it now? Grey is similar to silver but that isn't why she dislikes it. She dislikes it because it represents depression and indecisiveness. And it was Faunus' favorite color.
She prides herself on her ability to remain loyal and dutiful to a friend, no matter who the person is. Friendship is something she holds most important to her above all else, so she is quite willing to do ANYthing to keep it. Praise is just something that keeps her going. a 'Thanks! You did great!' is sure to keep her on her feet for a long time. She doesn't get it much, so anything is welcome.
She gets all weak in the knees for those silverheads. Again... Sephiroth, Kadaj, Yazoo, Faunus, and Riku are all reason enough for that. Milk gives her a stomach ache. Darkness is everyone's weakness because it always weasels itself into someone's heart, be they good or bad. Even the slightest bit of angst could set it off. Anger and hatred especially. And small children are a sure-fire way to get her doing what you want her to. She fears any sort of harm to children. It's just morally unacceptable to harm a child. It's sick, twisted, and wrong.
Vassal may have many good points in her personality, but she can also be a huge jerk. But she only acts as a jerk on some days and it's only set into motion upon waking up. Waking up on the wrong side of the bed is phrase used a lot with her. She says things she doesn't always mean and she butts into other people's business. On the good side, she's ALWAYS willing to help. Also, she is very impressionable.
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- - - - - -the h i s t o r y
[/size]Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Homeworld: Hollow Bastion
Overview:
I apologize for the crappiness of her history. v.v
Vassal Jade Valentine was born in the beautiful center of Radiant Garden. However, almost immediately after her birth, she was abandoned at a shady orphanage to be raised by people of all shapes and sizes - including different affinities from Dark to Light. Her parents - unknown and assumed deceased - were unfit to raise her financially, thus deciding to drop her off illegally. They couldn't pay the fees to put her up for adoption as they were extremely poor. Their jobs paid them less than minimum wage and it was nearly impossible to pay for food and shelter. Moreover, when Vassal's mother found out she was pregnant, she was unable to pay for a certain operation in order to keep their lives as secure as they do unfortunately were. So...she carried Vassal until she gave birth and decided with her husband that the best thing to do was to do the classic adoption as seen in movies. Vassal, with her big, bright blue eyes and dark, blue-black hair, was dressed in simple rags and bundled in a light blue blanket and she was gently tucked into a small basket, left on the doorstep of the orphanage.
The first few years at the orphanage were rather uneventful and resembled that of normal child care. It was just like day care. The main caretaker was a cheery blond woman of the Light, her name a word that managed to always escape the children's minds. She was the kindest and most simple-minded of all the caretakers. She taught the children REAL important things. Things like managing finances, hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, time management, history, the heartless (though, how she knew about that was a complete mystery), what dangers were out there, the importance of kindness, and first aid were all the things she thought important enough to teach. Vassal was the star of the show when it came to what the woman was teaching - especially when it came to fighting. See, one day, the blond pulled her to the side when she was about four and explained to her that it was important to stay strong and knowledgable to protect the people she cares about. She took it to heart in such a way that she trained herself every day, alone. She believed every word the woman said. But, when she was about seven, she stumbled upon a certain silver-haired boy named Faunus when she stepped past the threshold of the backyard and into the yard where she most frequented.
This boy became her first friend.
The moment she met him was the moment he decided she loved him. His hair was an extraordinary shade of silver and he was so broody and dark and older than she was by two years. And extremely well-versed in the way of the sword. She was impressed by it all. Faunus was rather blunt and crude, getting angry whenever he lost a match to Vassal and pretty much whenever the wind blew the wrong way. She found this amusing and she would always calm him down by moving the hair from his face, which he so diligently wore in a dark and broody way. They were best friends. Great friends. Protecting each other.
Years went by and they soon turned the ages of 13 and 15. The two were inseparable and were often asked to help with teaching the other children, always sparring and smiling and making sure no one was left out. However, there was one student that was particularly vicious when he fought.
Vassal gripped her wooden sword tightly, breathing slowly, and she stared the brown-haired boy down, sweat dripping. She frowned, taking in a sharp breath as the boy launched himself toward her, wielding his own wooden blade with frustration and a solid wish to win. He was still on the other side of the yard as he ran (he was quite slow), so Vassal relaxed a bit and stood up straight, relaxing her hand and calculating when the best time to brace herself would be. She couldn't hurt him, seeing as how she was older and her only job was to block. But the boy often struck hard and typically with all his strength and no mercy. His fighting style was similar to Faunus'... She glanced the silver-haired boy's way for only a moment, noticing a devilish grin spread across his face. Vassal smiled in return, only to see a sudden change in his expression and feel the hard edge of a wooden sword slash across her face and the hilt slam into her gut. Within seconds, another slash stung her back and she collapsed. There was so much pain that that simple phrase couldn't be used to describe the agony that brutalized her body. She was shocked. She assumed that she'd have enough time but... Now look at her. Faunus was immediately at her side, his hands working to pick her up and carry her away. From there, she was unconscious. After about three days, she awoke to find her face bandaged and bruised all over. Where the boy slashed her face there was a deep cut and from there it bruised everywhere else. Her back was badly damaged. And her stomach was just.... Impossible to describe. Everything hurt and was sore. But that didn't matter. She looked around the room and Faunus was gone.
In the years following, she waited his return but he never came. She was alone for the first time. Her best friend had disappeared. But she didn't search for him. There was no reason to. Faunus was the kind of person you couldn't chase. You would never find him and you could certainly never convince him to come back. He was pigheaded and strong. So...she never looked for him, continuing her now meaningless existence in the midst of others, living on her own (actually, she lived with the blond woman but she was hardly ever home), fighting when she was needed to, finding lost objects, and doing odd jobs for all that needed her.
She never looked for Faunus. Until a surge of darkness began enveloping the worlds one by one.
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- - - - - -the p l a y e r
[/size]Name: Sora Minami
Age: 16
How Did You Find Us? Google searching for somewhere to RP. *nod nod*
Roleplay Sample:
This piece is originally from Super Duper Gala-City - which I wrote and is on my site. And Booksie. And DA. And FanFiction. It's not cencored so I apologize for the language.
It was always glowing softly, the dead thicket of white trees that made up the dense forest of beyond which the also softly glowing Forgotten City was located, each petrified tree wrought with age and the painful memories of the calamity that struck the planet two-thousand years ago. They swayed in the cool wake of the wind that gingerly blew by, as if it were careful not to shake the fragile trees in fear of shattering them into dust. Even so, the frozen white branches shook lightly, rattling against each other.
The moonlight intensified the white shimmering on the skin of petrified plant, giving each individual dead growth an almost ethereal look about it. It was angelic, really, the way that they sparkled with such cold tenderness under the cool gaze of the moon. This chilled, dead, beautiful forest would stand for ages upon ages, should no harm come to its ethereal branches or trunks again.
However, even dark secrets hide under the seemingly nonexistent shadows of the trees, ducking beyond the memories belonging to the past. Such secrets could be tucked away in the green-black grass sparsely growing at the roots of the trees, or even stashed inside an old novel lying about in one of the decaying houses built by an Ancient at the very far north edge of the Sleeping Forest.
But, then again, who would go searching for these secrets? The Forgotten City and the Sleeping Forest were wrought with the damage of the ages and haunted by monsters and creatures such as Boundfats, Trickplays, Malldancers, and Hungrys. The dangers of these alluring sites are countless and without consequence, often overwhelming any poor unsuspecting person or animal and returning them to the Lifestream without a moment's hesitation.
If you think real hard about the threats lurking in the deep of the forest and the city, you wouldn't want to enter. You wouldn't think twice about it, for maybe even you be caught unawares and unprepared in these deadly places, your body a chew toy for the cruel monsters dwelling there. Your blood would splash across the dirt paths and ultimately ruin the already dull glow of the trees and the Forgotten City, smattering the green-black grass and contaminating what little water there was. And every day until your bones were picked clean, a Boundfat, Trickplay, Malldancer, Hungry, or even a Grimguard by chance would bury their teeth into your muscles and insides, chewing away at you and slurping up the mess. You'd probably the poor, innocent, unsuspecting meal they were looking after. Or, maybe, you were trespassing on their territory.
Either way, no matter how you look at it, you could and would be lunch.
Maybe the painful cliches that make up the most courageous of society as we know it, or the most power hungry, would go and search for these secrets and these memories that are so carefully hidden away and guarded by a tough set of monsters. Maybe, perhaps.
But which of these cliches would do it, the power hungry or the courageous, or both?
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"I'm too young for this job. I'm too young for this job. I'm too young for this job. I'm too young for this job," Vassal Valentine chanted softly to herself, her voice never reaching a single notch of volume higher than its current hushed whisper. "I'm too young for this job."
She groaned quietly, her Mako blue eyes solemnly staring down at the sleek and yet simple computer keyboard sitting oh-so alluringly on her birch desk, every key uniformly cleaned and straightened. Eventually, the shining orbs switched their gaze from the keyboard to the brightly lit monitor it connected to, a display of names, numbers, dates, and various files of most likely useless information stuck to the screen. She sighed again in defeat. Only old people should do these awful things on computers.*
A desk job was never exciting, and today, she just so happened to get stuck with one while boss-man Rufus ShinRa was out taking care of some business with Tseng
They're probably out getting lunch or something. They always do that... And Reno's so mean! He never brings me anything and he knows I don't get breaks! Vassal thought somberly. And I'm always stuck here by myself...with the faggy work...
She frowned and closed her eyes, her thin eyebrows creasing together. She was so tired of being left alone with the desk work without a lunch break. Rufus never cut her any slack no matter how hard she worked, no matter how much work she got done, no matter anything. The blond heir to the throne of ShinRa saw fit to give her all the hard desk jobs and never any action or breaks. He was downright mean.
Mean.
Vassal ran her nimble fingers through the cascade of black hair flowing down her front, playing with the strands of hair that she typically held in a ponytail. She wondered why she was still even a Turk, considering these simple facts. She was always forgotten and always forced to do bullshit work. She frowned.
"So, as I was saying, Rude--" A door swung open and thumped against the wall, a very obnoxious redhead yelling about excitedly as he walked in, his footsteps loud and sloppy.
Vassal popped her Mako eyes open and directed them to the redheaded man with tattoed cheeks and the bald man with dark skin, a frown pulling harder at the corners of her mouth. The mahogany door was shut very carefully and very quietly by the bald man, as if he could tell Vassal was in a bad mood.
"--It's funny how Vash tooootally got the shit job again today, yo. I'm glad I don't have to do 'em anymore, y'know?" Reno blathered on, oblivious to the black-haired woman sitting at the desk he was only just starting to pass.
"I'm sitting right here, y'know," Vassal snapped, her voice thick with irritated venom. She threw her arms around her chest and frowned deeply, even more irritated by the fact she only ever looked like she was pouting when she was angry. And Reno was greatly amused by it, maybe even turned on by the way he spoke to her about it sometimes.
But all the redhead ever did was chase tails and rip off skirts like he was the Big Bad Wolf. Pfft, more like Big Bad Idiot, she thought bitterly.
Reno cocked his head over his shoulder to look at her and a wide grin broke across his tattooed face as he stopped. He turned to face her, which revealed a pretty white paper bag stuffed in the crook of his left arm, grease and oil stains smattering the bottom of it. Rude stood beside him, watching the whole thing with a less than interested look, and shook his bald head when Reno opened his mouth. "Sorry, Angelface."
Vassal eyed him between her squinted eyelids, suspicious of his apology. Reno sorry? Please. That's bullshit. Utter bullshit. "You? Sorry? Don't you 'Angelface' me, you prick!" she quipped, shooting the man an incredulous glare.
"But I am sorry, Angelface! Why else would I call you that, yo?" he defended, a small, innocent frown playing at his mouth.
"So I won't be mad at you. But it won't work on me! I'm not some dazzled whore off the street!" she yelled triumphantly to Reno, pushing herself up to her feet, her small hands flat and stressed on the surface of her desk.
The redhead didn't say anything for a moment. "But you are my co-worked and I brought you lunch today," he inquired solidly, presenting the greasy bag to her as if it were a precious artifact being sacrificed for the greater good, as if it were a piece of his womanizing soul.
She just stared at him. "Bullshit."
"No, I brought this for you," he breathed, as if it pained him to admit this.
Rude shook his head again and walked away, probably disappointed by this display of idiocy.
Nobody noticed.
Sad face.
"If you really brought it for me, then why do you look like a kicked puppy?" Vassal snipped, crossing her arms over her chest again, frowning a little less. Oh the wonders of the offerings of food.
"Because...it works on other women," Reno explained casually, gasping as Vassal snatched the white bag from him.
"You lying ass! This was your lunch, wasn't it?!"
He nodded pathetically.
"Idiot," she muttered, plopping into her padded leather chair with the bag plastered to her hands. Her stomach growled with mild enthusiasm as she breathed in the beautiful aroma of fried potatoes and quite possibly a cheeseburger. Her favorite type of meal. Greasy as fuck.
She groaned as her stomach growled again.
Reno smiled toothily, shoving his hands into his disheveled pants. "I got your favorite," he beamed, spinning on his heals and heading to the desk directly across from hers - his own.
"Stupid...man..." Vassal grumbled, promptly stuffing her face with mouthwatering deliciousness courtesy OF the stupid...man.
"Any time, Vash!"
And so, without further ado, the mahogany door opened yet again.
*What she's talking about and what's on the screen is pretty much old accounts from earlier on in ShinRa Electric Power Company's (S.E.P.C.) history. Hahahahahahaha, she's stuck with accounting. xD
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