Name: Valor || bravery, courage

Last name: Bricrui || the poison tongued

Nicknames: n/a

Age: 15

Gender:  Female || she/her/her's

Species: Human

Key traits:  Adventurous|| brave|| brilliant || cunning || witty || introverted || melancholic ||

Negative traits:  Argumentative|| manipulative when necessary|| untrusting|| smart ass||

Positive traits:  Clever|| adept at most things she tries|| kind in her own subtle ways||

Likes:  The crack of dawn when the sun is waking|| lone walks along the shores of river stretches|| old literature|| romanticizing her past|| witty banter||

Dislikes:  Rules|| spilling her guts about personal things|| worthless violence|| arrogance|| alcohol|| giving bad news|| crowded rooms || authority figures||

Fears:  Losing more loved ones|| working with others for fear of being responsible for something happening to them|| tight spaces||

Birthday:  November third.

Zodiac sign:  Scorpio.

Sexuality: lesbian.

Appearance:

Distinguishing features:  Her overall beauty is quite remarkable. Her eyes are a deep, and alluring amber hue their sharp shape makes her almost siren like. She also has a scar cutting through her eyebrow, in a thin but jagged line on the left side. She's had to use her beauty to advantage before, which always left her soul tainted.

History(brief): Valor was never blessed with a happy family. Her mother and father were turbulent, aggressive and took their anger out on her. She was often bloodied and bruised as a child from their rough hands, and eventually one of their fights got out of hand. Her father killed her mother, leaving her alone in the world while her mother rotted in the ground and her rotted behind bars.

She was homeless by nine, sitting on the streets of a busy and unkind city rampant with the same violent that spawned her parents. Valor was traumatized, and on her own and quickly had to learn to do what it took to survive. She lied, cheated, and manipulated whoever she could to get some cash or food. She never knew any real peace, the city was too restless to sleep and many nights she went to sleep wondering if she'd even wake.

Valor carried this on for years despite loathing the guilt and pain it came with. When she was older, around thirteen she matured faster than most girls her age. She gained attention from men, to a point where she couldn't escape creepy men getting too close, placing wandering hands on her- and sometimes more than that. Then she met a wealthy man with connections more fruitful than anyone she'd ever known.

It was with him that she found an opportunity. A chance to escape this world and travel to another planet, another civilization who knew nothing about her. The man forced a relationship onto her, taking every piece of joy she had and taking her body. She understood the meal ticket wasn't worth the abuse, and so she convinced him to take her to another planet under the pretense of a marriage when she was of age.

Soon as he agreed and took her away, she got as far away from him as possible. She resorted back to thievery, and smuggling but this time she only took gigs requiring more skill that not just anyone could do. After all, she was good at her job.

Theme songs: The Yawning Grave, Lord Huron || I tried to warn you when you were a child || I told you not to get lost in the wild || I sent you omens and all kinds of signs|| I taught you melodies, poems and rhymes|| Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you

Crave, Paramore || I romanticize even the worst of times|| when all it took to make me cry was being alive|| look up and see the reflection of someone who never gave way to the pain|| what if I told em' now that I'm older there isn't a moment that I'd wanna change

White Lie, The Lumineers || as a child my hands were red|| when you asked me I denied it|| I've told lies that never came true|| I've stolen and so have you|| if it's all the same to you and it's just a little white lie|| then it's all the same to me and it's just a little white lie|| would you still believe if I was a thief?

Thick Skull, Paramore|| Only I know where all the bodies are buried|| thought by now I'd find 'em just a little less scary|| might get easier but you don't get used to it|| hit over the head|| epiphany|| over my head, repeatedly|| thick skull never did nothing for me