FJORD, valentine tiberius

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* valentine t. fjord ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Valentine Tiberius Fjord

NICKNAMES Val for the most part, V from his brother.

DATE OF BIRTH July, 07

AGE Sixteen

GRADE/YEAR Tenth Grade

ELEMENT Fire

SEXUALITY Demisexual
*No sexual attraction to anyone without an established emotional connection – gender provides no issue.

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Ezra Miller

EYE COLOUR Dark brown

HAIR COLOUR Black

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5’10” and 85kg

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES just run of the mill scarring across his legs and arms from misadventures as a child. He has a chip missing from the top of his right ear courtesy an ill-fated fishing trip with his father the likes of which was never repeated.

CLOTHING STYLE Val’s style changes about as often as he showers. What he likes one day he won’t necessarily like the next, making it incredibly difficult to buy him presents of clothes – odds are he’ll end up taking scissors to it and hybridising it with some other piece in his mangled wardrobe.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Loyal – strictly restricted to others in his alliance
  
• Bold
  
• Motivated
  
• Quick on his feet – decision wise
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Camwhore
  
• Possessive
  
• Paranoid
  
• Stubborn
  
• Tactless
  
• Addictive personality
  
• Impetuous
  
• Ridiculously short fuse
  
• Falls in love pathetically easily
  

LIKES

• Cameras
  
• Cigarettes
  
• Birds
  
• Glittery or shiny silver things
  
• Looking at photos of himself
  

DISLIKES

• Cats, dogs or animals that aren’t birds. Also flightless birds.
  
• Spending ‘quality time’ with any member of his family
  
• People trying to befriend/marry into/look at his family – he may not want them right now but they’re his. No-one else can have them.
  
• People who insult his family or friends – that’s his job
  
• Pretty much anyone from a different alliance to him
  
• Crying in front of other people
  

STRENGTHS

• Doesn’t give up
  
• Won’t think twice before leaping in to help a friend
  
• Confident
  

WEAKNESSES

• Almost no self-control
  
• Finds it hard to concentrate and winds up frustrated (possible ADD)
  
• Poor lung capacity from the smoking
  
• Overly aggressive
  

FEARS

• Storms
  
• Drowning
  
• The idea of driving
  
• Being unmemorable and forgotten in the end
  

BEST MEMORY
Val’s best memory is one of his earliest, having fallen down the side of a hill at a Sunday afternoon picnic (the sort which stopped after his Uncle’s death). His brother laughed hysterically, but dove down after him, tumbling down beside him and wiping away the blood on his knee. After being told rather viciously by Val that his graze meant that the leg was broken and he’d never walk again his brother disappeared back up the hill and returned with some stolen sandwiches and two juice boxes, the pair had their own picnic until finally their father dragged them both back to their mother.

WORST MEMORY
His uncle’s funeral, it was open casket and when his mother wasn’t looking he and Joachim crept into the viewing room. Joachim was oddly fascinated by the body and kept touching his hand, Valentine was traumatised and kept begging him to just leave, wanting desperately to escape that awful place but Joachim was curious, he wanted to inspect the body thoroughly and it wasn’t until Val burst into tears that he finally conceded and they left.

LONG-TERM GOAL
Val’s goal may seem silly but it’s more important to him than anything in the world. Valentine Fjord wants to live past the age of nineteen, beyond that he really doesn’t have any idea of what he’ll get up to as his mind keeps changing on what it is he wants to do with his life, the sort of career he’d like to pursue. For a time he thought about law, then he remembered he doesn’t like the law. Next it was journalism, so he could write bitchy stories about people he’d never really met. Now he wants to be a model so he can stand in front of cameras all day and there can be photos of him everywhere.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Sylvia Angelique Fjord (maiden name Darzell) (#45), Homemaker.

FATHER Samuel Fjord (#42), Banker.

SIBLINGS Joachim Atlas Fjord (#20), Unemployed and out of school.

OTHER No-one of importance.

HISTORY
Valentine was born to a working class family; the second child in a family living on one wage. He grew up with very distinct morals; a man only gets from life what he worked for, no man should ever take what another has earned – any that do are less than men, there’s no such thing as easy money and never trust anyone who seems to have attained it, be good to those lesser than you, treat subordinates with respect. These lessons were beaten into the heads of Joachim and Valentine daily, occasionally literally – “There’s a fine line between discipline and abuse,” Joachim told him once, bitter from being smacked across the head with a newspaper for kicking the dog, “and he knows exactly where it is, the old bastard!”

When Val was six and Joachim ten their uncle drowned – it was suicide, something Valentine still hasn’t really put together. While he wasn’t very close to him, that uncle was only nineteen at the time and his mother kept sobbing that he was ‘too young to die, too damn young’ and this terrified him though at the time he wasn’t really sure why and since then it’s become sort of a part of who he is, this anxiety over his youth.

For the most part, Val’s childhood was good, he was close with Joachim for most of these years and always ran right to him when he shoved the wrong kid in the playground, something he seemed to do a lot. He always liked team sports though his brother scorned this interest and called him weak, told him no-one would ever see him if he hid within a team. He ignored him, though the idea of people forgetting his name or not even realising he was there terrified him so he tried his best to stand out, becoming more individualised and more aggressive towards not only other teams but his own, refusing to simply fade into the background.

His relationship with his brother changed when Joachim hit puberty. He started growing more reserved, had less time for Val and snuck out of the house at all sorts of hours and refused to tell Valentine where he was going. Joachim’s actions saddened his mother and infuriated his father and when the reasons behind them were revealed Valentine simply couldn’t understand the big deal; their mother was a weak fire elemental though it wasn’t unheard of for it to skip generations in their line and their father’s family had not once produced an elemental. Joachim took after their father, something he had not been prepared for, having boasted to Val about all the things he would do when his powers began to surface again and again.

Joachim was forced to continue in his schooling, entirely human. Then Valentine reached his fourteenth year and his powers began to make themselves known. Everything seemed to happen in a blur after that, Joachim – now eighteen and dealing a bit better with his own humanity – argued viciously against his parents but there really was no other choice and despite his father’s disapproval and his brother’s arguments that boarding school would eat Val apart, both Valentine himself and his mother were excited as he embarked to this bold new world of his, one she had been through herself in her youth.

When it came to study at human schools, Valentine had never exactly been a scholar. Distracted and restless he’d pulled barely passable grades but upon reaching the Academy all that seemed insignificant to his new problems. They really were just his old ones, unable to focus and easily frustrated by the need to he had very little self-control, he showed more potential than his mother had but keeping him focused was like trying to pull teeth. So far this problem has not improved.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Skye

YOUR AGE Nineteen

RP EXPERIENCE Seven or eight years, probably pushing at eight or nine soon.

HOW'D YOU FIND US? I honestly don’t remember, I’ve been lurking this place for so long. Perhaps it was RPG-D?

SECRET WORD Silver bullets I believe, we should go werewolf hunting!

RP SAMPLE

The rain continued in its rhythmic way, softly thrumming against the child’s back and to him, this was the most miserable, loneliest place in existence until his fear sharpened ears picked up on a muffled sort of crunch, his shot up from where it was nestled in his arms, Footsteps? he wondered desperately, eyes darting away before he was left feeling rather foolish. Around him was nothing but trees, even the animals weren’t present, so busy trying to avoid the rain they didn’t even have time to figure out whether or not the shivering boy and his puppy would be an easy meal… which if he was honest Bently was certain they would be. There were no…

CRUNCH

Bently jumped in shock, alerting the napping puppy to his fear. Nipper leaped nimbly to his paws, his little body tensing as the crunching continued as Bently trembled hard beside him, there was no way it was human so what was it? He was certain then that he was going to die, but he simply didn’t have the strength to stand up and run anymore. He screwed his eyes shut and began to hum, covering his ears with his hands as the crunching grew louder and Nipper began to snarl, a low, warning growl. His humming grew louder, replicating the very tune his mother would hum as she prepared their dinner, trying to imagine he was still sitting on the floor of their kitchen, awkwardly rolling his trains around the dusty surface.

CRUNCH

The crunching was growing even nearer now and the young boy’s illusion was growing weaker by the second. Nipper growled more loudly and even let out a few threatening barks at the approaching creature and Bently leaned down, scooping the puppy into his arms, holding him close as the rain buffeted them from all sides and what Bently was positive would be their doom bore down on them. He began to hum even louder, the tempo speeding up with the increase in his terror and was punctuated by choking sobs as once again the tears began to pour from his eyes as he buried his face in the rumbling puppy’s neck. His fingers wrapped possessively around the slippery wooden train.

CRUNCH

The creature was so close now that Bently could practically sense it’s presence and all at once the crunching stopped and there was no more but the child knew it was there, watching him, considering the best way for it to strike. "Howdy there...I Ain't gon' hurt ya...What you doin' out yonder?...It's rainin'." It took Bently longer than he’d care to admit for him to register the words being spoken, so caught was he by his own terror that the humanity simply flew past him. Nipper tore free and dropped to the ground beside him, snarling like a lunatic and it was this which forced Bently’s blue eyes open and he was left peering up, squinting madly through the rain on his glasses, at the man standing above him.

A man. A human. A person. The sobs began to tear themselves fully from his throat, his natural nervous state around men not even coming into play through the sheer power of the relief and joy which began to overwhelm him, washing over him like a wave, crashing down hard from above his head. “I-i’m fr-from District S-six. I ran a… I ran away.” He finally managed to choke out in response to the man’s inquiry, his fingers knotting in Nipper’s scruff, stroking madly, trying to soothe the growling creature. His whole body get shaking, from equal parts cold, left over fear and relief as he looked up at the man who had appeared in the middle of nowhere like one of the angels his mother used to talk about.

Mamma, it’s okay, I’m gonna be alright.

[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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