Valerie Estrella

Posts : 23 Join date : 2012-06-24

Name: Valerie Estrella
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Occupation: Survival.

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Personality:
Valerie tends to be a tough, do it yourself type. She doesn't enjoy others compay as much as she would like, due to her solitary life style she has come to realise that her existence alone is all that matters. Through this she tends to appear wary and standoffish to those that are new, espeically if close to home. When far off she is more open, able to meet a persons gaze without any hint of hate or mistrust, instead she enjoys toying with others, seeing how far she can push it befor they are hers. Of course this backfires on her. When she doesn't get her way she becomes a bratty child, pouting and crossing her arms as she sulks . Even going as far as throwing a tantrum if the circumstances are right. She never had to deal with others, she finds it awkward. Only dealing with them out of necessity or entertainment.

She especially finds children confusing, as they seem to not understand the hints she drops when trying to avoid their endless barrage of questions in play grounds. Becoming easily irritated with them. She finds solace in her array of hidden weaponry, sometimes figgeting with open pockets, or hilts of blades, rarely would she bring one out in public. Fiddling with anything she can when nervous. Watching her prey or models as she finds different ways to manipulate those around her through their actions and reactions.
Appearance:

This short young woman stands at 5"10', her long brown hair cascades down past her shoulders to her mid back, normally held up in a ponytail. Braided to mid shoulder when training, or in the middle of important business. Only let down when is truely alone or believes she is. Wearing a short sleved shirt of some variation, ranging from dark greyish-green hues to more vibrant blues and yellows, her pants consist of black and green hues, rarely seen in anything remotly resembling shorts or a skirt.Her clothing remains loose allowing for more options for hiding weaponry. Her light, creamy brown eyes glance at everything around her, giving off a feel of intrigue and awareness. Normally found wearing sneakers of some description she rarely wears open footware unless relaxing near a beach.
Location: Lerajie District- forests
Affiliation: Chaotic
Race: Human

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[*]Ability: Agile fighter
[*]Description: This is more a style then an ability, Valerie has learnt over time to simply move when necessary, dodging most hand thrown weaponry with ease. Though she still slips up, she isn't perfect. Her training makes her more flexible then most, weaving and squeezing through tight places. Stealth became one of her vertues in her later teens.

[*]Access: Anyone

Weapon Template:

Quote :: Name: (the name of your weapon, if any)
Type: (sword, shield, nun-chucks, dagger, etc.)
-Sub_Type: (Offensive, Defensive, or Hybrid)
Rank: (1, 2, 3, 4, or 5; based on your weapons power)
Looks: (please provide a picture and brief description)
Material: (the material that your weapon is made from)
Description: (a brief description of your weapon)
Abilities: (any special abilities that your weapon has)

Item Template:

Quote :: Name: [What is the name of your item callled?]
Appearance: [This is optional.]
Type: [This is Medicine, Supplement, Enhancer, or Other.]
Natural Abilities: [What does your Item do? what are the effects? how long does it last?]

History:
Birth-
Sirens went off, "They've escaped!", the warnings sent through the air. Finally, after years of planning. The couple made their move. If all went well they would meet up , south of the woods. There they would make their new home. A hunt was made for the pair. Husband and wife, known killers. Lies!, thieves yes, unlawful businessmen... maybe. Bouncers.. eh sometimes. But killers, pff. They where framed. (Story they are sticking to) After hours of running, ducking, and weaving. They managed to meet up.
"I, think-.." , "Yea I know", was all that was said between the two, out of breath lovers. They needed to hide. It wasn't certain how long it would take for them to be found, but they planned on living here for awhile.

Sure enough they managed it, in the north-western corner of the forest they started making their home. Another cabin wouldn't be strange at all. Alot of holidayers come by, no one lives here permenently. It was great, they could take whatever was needed from the houses they knew where leaving soon anyway. It wasn't like they'd check their belongings anyway. Even if they did, most didn't have the time to look or call anyone. They had to leave, for whatever reason. It worked well for the couple, using their collective talents to worm their way into others lives. Possing constantly. Soon the woman fell pregnant. Relying on medical officers where out, they had no forged paperwork. Except for the licenses they held. And even those where only good for the area. Going out to better trained enforment zones was a bad idea.
"Push!, come on hun, I don't want to loose two of ya!", These where the first cries she heard as she slipped from the womb. To a new light, a new place. Silence fell on the expectent parents. And then joy filled them as those glorious sounds of life emerged from the fragile packaged laid in cloth. "She's here"

Growing up-
For criminals they raised her fairly well. She never went without, if she wanted something they would find a way to aquire it within moments, sometimes it took a day. But it was there. Though she was always told that outsiders where never allowed to know about them. It was just her, and her parents. If she played with others she was always watched closely, if she slipped up on anything. What her parents did, who they worked for. She was tacken straight away back home. The story was drilled into her head. They had to be this way. For the first few years it was ok, she was given everything and nothing was expected of her.

Then came her seventh birthday. Now things changed, her home schooling turned to weapons. Disarming, arming, putting together different concoctions, making traps, spotting currencies, expensive items. Survalience. There where night time excursions, playing look out for her parents dirty work. Once she covered those basics it just kept going. Next was survival. "heaven forbid your left on your own kiddo", they where very clear. If she was to survive, she needed a safety plan. She already knew of their bunker, a cave, about twenty miles from the house. It was their training zone. Here she learnt to craft spears out of branches. "Always have your knife, it'll help with anything". Soon it was drawn to more practical skills. Killing. Skinning, tracking, She was to learn anything humanly possible. It wasn't long befor she started coming up with her own style. Though to be fair anybody would have had the same fighting style. She prefered hiding and waiting for her pray, making sure it was helpless befor dosing it with posioned blades. Paralysing agents where her favourite. She learnt vital spots in animals. Her mother tried to explain the similiarities in humans aswell as animals. Whichever she could pinpoint on the body.

Those where good times. She learnt so much, every year they would test her. Taking her to their camp and leaving her for a day to prepare herself. Her test was simple. Beat her parents. Anything goes. Of course both parties didn't want to cause serious harm. They always joked that she would end up dead if she didn't take things seriously. By her third test, she stopped taking that seriously and laughed along with them. "And next you'll tell me that I actually have a chance at beating you". She chuckled to herself. By the time she was ten she was well and truely capable of blending in to her enviroment. A skill her parents had taught her. It came in handy, masking her steps, her movements, her scents. It worked wonders when hunting. Though her parents still had her on their sense of hearing. She wasn't as stealthy as she would of liked to be. These wars ended with a mass tickle fight, her father always managing to hold her in a submission lock while her mother tickled her all over. Eventually squirming from her fathers loose hold to try and get them back. "Serves ya right munchkin!, next tim you gotta last longer".

By her eleventh birthday they started teaching her hand to hand combat. her father showed signs of scars, apparently the bad guys where coming sooner then expected, she had to train harder then ever befor. She needed to be ready in case they tried to take her away from her family. She didn't really know the bad guys they always talked about, the reason they needed to be so secretive was the police. Sure she played look out for her parents. And helped them steal.. though the way they put it was, make an investment for the future... but she never knew. Untill they showed up.

Death-
It had only been afew months since her twelth birthday when they showed up. Or she should say, "he". The white haired angel, come to take her parents back to jail. To stop the crime that had been reported there." Damien Estrella, Nataly Estrella. Your under arrest", That was all she heard as her mother and father rushed her off to their hideout in the woods. Of course, they never made it together. Her parents told her, whatever happened. Keep going. Of course, she didn't think , she turned and hid, watching as the white haired angel of death took them from her... she couldn't believe it.. they. They were tougher then that. They couldn't have ever been defeated by anyone. "Mumm!...." thats all anyone would hear befor she ran, weaving her way through the undergrowth, the closer to the cave the thicker the trees became. The entire time her eyes where steaming, tears staining her cheeks. She stayed in that cave, hoping they didn't find her.... she didn't even think about the fact there was no records of her at all. She just stayed, and waited.

Current-
It had been five years now since her parents death, she still is haunted by those dreams. The twisted fantasies of their death, of how she could of stopped it. Over time the real events mixed with her dreamed versions, making it harder to remember what actually happened that way.. she still wasn't sure. Since then she was on her own. Using the skills her family taught her, she lived off what she could get from both the forest and from the tourists visiting this place. She still made trips to the old strong hold.. practicing her skills. Using the same old devices her parents did to train her accuracy. She wished she was so much better then this. In the back of her mind, some day, they would come for her. And she would be ready.
Family: Deceased/unknown.

Posts : 105 Join date : 2012-06-19

This looks just about done for now. Except for the weapon slots, but u can do that in the weapons topic as well. So im going to approve it for now, and if u have anything to add i'll move it back for u. I wont be here during the day and i dont want you waiting or anything.

So from here on your

Approved!!

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