Hello, The name's Marly, I'm sure it may be a familiar name to some of you around here. I'm a self-taught web-designer, currently taking on small jobs here and there. I've had a passion for writing for a long time. That still doesn't stop me from making a million typos so bare with me. I'm busy at random times, so don't feel bad if I ignore you. One week I'll be here, then I may turn up missing for a while. I'll always come back. Writing has become quite a pass time for me. I am a rat owner. I've had many throughout the years: Ashe, Poppy, Sona, Jinx, and Aura. If the names didn't give it away, I love to game; League of Legends, Osu, Don't Starve, and  Summoners war. I've got quite the sailors mouth so bear with me if we ever occ chat. I no longer take profile coding requests. Though if you have something you've started and gotten stuck on, feel free to ask. There are many other talented people on here that also know how to code. If I'm swamped, try them :)

I'm very limited on plots right now. Valkyrie is the type of character that will achieve things through time on her own. Sadly this means plots can be a real pain in the butt to come up with. Currently, I only have one large plot with a friend going on. This leaves the rest of my storylines pretty dull. Hopeful these categories below will give us something to go off.

-Val meets a vampire. She's got a lot of history with them.

-Val gains another guardian. 

-Val finds a way to halt her aging.

-Val meets others from the void.

- Let's get some action going. I love a good fight scene.

Current Active Threads: Closed

Amir | Lucifer | Fin | Omega | Agnes

Advanced Coders, feel free to ask for my layout whenever. You're welcome to just use the selectors or tweak it to your liking. I'll send it right over. The layout will probably change often. I get bored and like to come up with new things.

I fucking love fan art. If you wish to draw my character, I'll be sure to display it on my profile <3 I'll make renders part of my profile layout scheme; and of course will credit you.

 

Feel free to use my character in any books/blogs etc. I'm happy to help push someone's storyline along. Just please let me know when/if you do - I'd love to read :)

For all Text Art: Cool Text| My Lovely Faceclaim: Mahafsoun <3| Character Inspiration partly drawn from Aion 

 

 

 

Valkyrie has a Sim character! Thanks to Lynn! Much appreciated

Valkyrie

Currently: Katalam - Hometown in Russia

Status: 100% 

Feeling: "Arise chosen of the Void."

Eye Color:: Amber Yellow/Electric purple when Berserking

Personality:: Somewhat Condescending. Gracefully insane.

Occupation:: Ex-weaponsmith/ Current Mistress.

Species:: Voidling | Berserker

Height:: 5'8"

Physically:: Lean with visible toned muscles.

Goal:: N/a

 

The Violet King

 

Valkyrie was a former hunter of the supernatural until she herself became one. Falling for one of those blood-sucking menaces, life had changed. Though it changed even further once her lover abandoned her. While in his eyes, this was to protect Valkyrie. In her eyes, it was a betrayal.  This spiraled her distrust for vampires but awoke her Berserking abilities. Ultimately, she accidentally became his end.  Atlas, however, was different. He was her servant, her slave, and believe she put him through hell. But never was she intimate with him until realization hit her. All her ways of working him to the bone and petty torture had been out of an attraction she'd had for him. Acting out of her attraction, pursued her servant in a more romantic matter. This led to a spiral that our Mistress never expected. Atlas was The King of a realm known as the Void, and through fluid contact with him, her body began to slowly disintegrate from the inside out. Ultimately this led to Valkyrie's very painful death.

Thus years later, she was resurrected. Through the use of a particular Cambion, she's recovered her memories that were lost in her previous life. She's still left to wonder who revived her? How did they do it? And who was that man leaning over her when she awoke. Where has he gone? Later through life, she bore a child, though the child's life was short lived. She, of course, had nothing to do with little Titania, and instead pursued her new found power that Atlas left her with. She's now grown to master most void abilities and has discovered the entrance to the Void's realm has laid within her weapon this whole time. Self-proclaimed as King of the Void, Valkyrie's got many tasks that lay ahead along with many allies and many more enemies.

Personality

Valkyrie has a very condescending personality, this is amplified when she is dealing with her servants. She's standoff-ish to strangers but isn't opposed to making new allies. Her previous role before her Resurrection was a weapon-smith after all. She's dealt with people quite a bit. Valkyrie has an odd sense of humor towards her servants, sometimes taking out built up rage on them. Her rage grants her the ability to fight better, meaning when the end of the day hits, whatever is left over must be expelled. Val has become slightly insane; Not enough to stop her from her pursuits in everyday life. She has a crazy addiction to her previous servant Atlas. Though upon her Resurrection, he is nowhere to be found. Atlas has been with her for quite some time. Her attraction to him became her downfall as both a Mistress and a Human.

 Aside from the few things that trigger her insanity, she is mostly normal. Long ago, before acquiring her void abilities or her first servant for that matter. Our Mistress had a lover. Valkyrie grew twistedly attached to him, almost as much as she is to Atlas. She was a hunter back then, to Vampires in specific. After months of a perfect love, Val's lover broke things off in fear for her safety. In a flurry of emotional pain, the Berserker was born. Enraged and unable to control herself, Valkyrie brutally murdered her lover. Every-so-often she can be seen caving into that insanity when someone with similar characteristics as her dead lover is present.

Valkyrie isn't one to wear a smile on her face and is more than often, strictly business. Part of her wishes for a new start while the other side can't stop thinking about her past and all it contained. 

Valkyrie has since learned to live without her servant Atlas and has come to believe he dwells in her weapon of choice; one he as well knew she cherished. Even though she once cared for Atlas, she prefers keeping him contained in her weapon rather than release him and lose her power. What's even more worrisome, however, is that the void has now infected multiple servants of hers. Realizing not only does the void run through her veins but her main weapon, she's self-proclaimed herself the new King of the Void in Atlas's place. The few Voidlings she knows of follows suit.

Appearance

Valkyrie is easy on the eyes, though nothing fantastic. She doesn't pride herself on her looks but rather on her finely crafted weapons; which of course she Hand-makes. Our Mistress possesses long black hair which is usually drawn back to keep it out of the way. Standing at 5'8", she's much taller than the typical female. Everything about our Mistress is fearsome; her body is well toned visibly showing curves of muscle under that smooth skin of hers. Often her eyes are a golden yellow, though when enraged, in battle they'll pulsate and eventually stay a vibrant purple. The purple is a mix of her Berserking and the Void which her late servant infected her with. When not in battle our Mistress wears whatever her servants clothe her in. Almost 100% of the time, her newer servant Ceres will, dress, apply make-up and even bathe our Mistress. Its a big change from back when jeans and sleeked back hair were the answer. When in battle, Valkyrie has a very specific outfit that she wears. This outfit has been dragged through years of history with her. The outfit consists of sleek black leather, and most predominantly, a black half mask. This was her uniform back in her years of hunting other supernaturals. The mask hid her identity while the leather helped her blend into the darkness. She still wears her uniform to this day when in battle.

Our Mistress has a scar on her stomach, from a battle with a horrid enemy of hers. Amir was the only man she could never beat, the only one that was able to control her. She hated it with every fiber of her being, however, retaliation only led to injury, not once but several times. Never did she cave in, always did it appear she was Amir's punching bag. His abilities far countered hers in every way. Their last battle left her near death, when Amir used her own weapon against her creating deep slash wound from her right hip clear upwards to her lower left rib cage.

 

Abilities

Valkyrie is different from most supernaturals for the fact that she does not have the ability to cast any type of magic. She also has many vital points that most humans have. Valkyrie is a berserker meaning the more angry and more hurt she is, the stronger she becomes. She is a scythe wielder and since her return from the void has the ability to materialize her weapon at will. Our Mistress is an amazing ally but an even more dangerous enemy. She has come to the conclusion that the former void King Atlas embodies her scythe.

Overwhelming Physical strength: Valkyrie has amazing physical strength, enough to shatter boulders or even cause fissures This was the only supernatural ability that she was born with. Her strength matches if not exceeds most supernaturals with this ability and continues to get stronger the more rage she builds up.

Undying Stamina: Due to the fact that Valkyrie has a rather slow speed when it comes to a supernatural. Over time her body has developed the ability to take many more hits than most. (Consider her a tank, for you all gamers out there.) The damage inflicted on her will not heal immediately. However, she can take many fatal blows before admitting defeat.

Void Defense: Atlas, Valkyrie's former servant, gave her the 'privilege' to be infected with the void (Atlas's abilities/origins.) She's unsure whether this was intentional or not. Either way, it appears as though the void only brings help in battle. The void protects Valkyrie in battle without her casting or commanding it. It's only an extra wall of defense for her already high defenses. It appears, however, the void protects her weapon far more than her body. 

Berserking: This is Val's most dangerous ability and one that she has also never been able to control. Upon a near-death experience or a vast emotional imbalance, she will enter a berserking status. Dark purple veins will climb across her body, visible to the naked eye. Pupils become enraged with a purple haze. In this state, Valkyrie's Physical strength and stamina increase even more and her body maintains the ability to regenerate itself.  Valkyrie also gains powerful telekinetic abilities. This ability is time-limited and can only be maintained as long as her body can handle it. 

Magic: Valkyrie is a close ranged melee fighter and doesn't click well with magic. She doesn't understand much nor does she have the ability to cast it, making her vulnerable to it.

Speed: Valkyrie's speed compared to most other supernatural beings is considered to be very slow. She is still much faster than the typical human, but can easily be outsped by most high-grade vampires, demons, lycans etc.

Insanity: Valkyrie can often be triggered very easily if you know the things that make her tick. This can throw her off in battle, or send her into a rage frenzy. Choose wisely.

Berserking: Valkyrie's strongest ability is also a double-edged sword. She can only maintain this form for as long as her body can maintain it. While she is enraged, her body is constantly taking damage from the unnatural amount of fury and power flowing through her veins. Once she leaves this state, she will most likely be unconscious, and/or near death.

Draining Kiss: Valkyrie has the ability to drain life-energy from any creature she kisses. It's theorized that Atlas, her servant had this ability or something similar and upon that deadly kiss years ago between both Atlas and her that led to her death; she obtained a similar variation. She's not mastered this ability and can imbue a persons ability(s)/essence into a weapon for a limited time. 

Void's Kiss: With the void being held in Valkyrie's weapon, it was later discovered that when Valkyrie kisses a creature while her void weapon is in hand. The reverse of the above skill happens. Rather than drain, Valkyrie 'gives'. Through this process, she can infect others with the void as she has done Servant Ceres. If someone touches her weapon and is susceptible enough, it can be transferred without lip contact.

Void's Protection: (Resistance): Before the void, it appeared Valkyrie was extremely susceptible to mind-control. However, since the void has consumed her body, it now acts as a layer of protection against mind-controlling effects. She can still have her thoughts read.

 

Relationships

 

(If my character engages in a relationship, it will be solely to that person. Not to say she isn't a cheater, But I won't do AU relationships.)

Valkyrie isn't much into the idea of love. She's been there and done that. It ended up costing her much more than she expected. Baring a child was not the ideal way her love story was supposed to go in her eyes. If she were to get with someone they'd have to be more powerful than her in order to keep her berserking rage under wraps. However, her interests vastly range. She's got a thing for weaker scrawny men and women simply for the fact that she can control them. It's a simple satisfaction that she gets far too often between her servants and few allies. If Valkyrie was ever to be mated, It'd most likely not be for love and more likely be for a benefit. 

Valkyrie is a Mistress and often takes on Servants as she sees fit. Many times, her servants have suffered from her drunken rage. She's picky about her servants and must see potential in them in order to take them under her wing. She's a pretty lenient Mistress and doesn't usually take on as many servants as in her past. Now with her ascension to King of the Void, She's begun seeking guardians rather than slaves to travel by her side. Guardians in the void world, follow whatever royalty is left on their travels through life.

Below are all the people that have meaning in Valkyrie's storylines

Allies: N/a | Guardians: 00 | Enemies: 02 | Servants: 02

Single | Interests: 00 | Orientation: Male/female
Amir•Enemies•King of the Cosmos
Amir has always rubbed Valkyrie the wrong way. Ever since he bailed her out of poverty many moons ago, he's lurked, watching her from afar. Throughout the years, she's fought many battles against him for her freedom and lost just as many. In the Master/Servant game, she's clearly the Servant. Desperate to create a new breed of Starcaller (Astromancers/His people) Amir's motives are clear. Valkyrie's genes are what he's after. He even went as far as corrupting her child before birth. Unfortunately, due to the father being of another species, his corruption failed, leaving the child a simple Starcaller without the sought after abilities. The child's days were limited, and soon after, the little one saw her end at the King's hands. Dark times are coming for Valkyrie as the man who drove her to madness draws near.

Atlas•Servant•Former Void King

Atlas was Valkyrie's first servant. His whereabouts as of now are unknown. When she resurrected many years ago, he was nowhere to be found. Due to the traits of her weapon. She believes he's somehow sleeping inside of it. Valkyrie has an odd attraction to Atlas that she herself didn't even believe at first. She stills sees the Former Void king as doing no wrong. Part of her wishes for him to come back, the other half fears she may lose her new found title and power. Little does she know, Atlas is fueling every ounce of Void in her body.

Ceres•Servant•Sorcerer of the Void

Ceres and Valkyrie have not always been on the same page. Ceres joined Valkyrie's side simply for the strength she needed. Ceres's motives are unclear, though she's been loyal thus far. Once a simple Witch Doctor, she practically begged Valkyrie for the Void's power. In exchange, she's pledged her everlasting loyalty to Valkyrie. Under someone else's thumb long ago, Valkyrie was forced to slay Ceres's clan, though oddly, left the sole Witch Doctor alive. Valkyrie does not remember Ceres's face from that incident. Sadly, Ceres does remember Valkyrie's. 

Profile Links/Credits

Amir | Ceres Atlas

Fun Facts

 

Valkyrie has always been an avid drinker. She's well known for drinking just about anyone under the table. It takes quite a while to get this mistress drunk.

Roman recovered her memories not too far in the past. She'd lost the last five years after being infected with the void.

Valkyrie is triggered into insanity by thoughts of Atlas or people that look like him.

Valkyrie still crafts weapons for buyers on the side even though it is no longer her profession.

Her blood is toxic to Vampires and their alike kin, due to the void coursing through her veins. It can corrupt or deeply sicken anyone that consumes it. 

Valkyrie has an odd interest in younger males. This all started with her late servant Atlas and has only grown since his disappearance. 

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  • (Thank you for the add! Did you have anything particular, plot wise, in mind?)

  • When no answer came, hesitantly his stare went up to the lights that were still on in contemplation. It truly didn’t matter, did it? Maybe, but the concept of leaving them on was more of a bother than anything. Wordlessly he got up to move across the room, flicking them off when he was sure she had been unresponsive. Back to the couch he went, making the most out of the handful of hours that were left in the ‘night’.

    He was up some time after she’d first closed the bathroom door. That, or he’d slept so shallow that he never fully hit deep sleep, to begin with. His face was burrowed into the backrest of the love seat couch, at one point trying to avoid the sun that was coming in through the window. With an eventual reluctance and a groan, he sat up carefully from the couch, pushing the chair back aside as he did so. Tired eyes were wiped, a hand going over his hair to straighten it out, where he’d eventually decide ‘good enough’. A few moments were taken to glance around the room and straighten out the timeline. So it hadn’t all been some strange ass dream.

    Or, it was a strange ass dream that wasn’t over. Who knew. One look to his phone told him it was dead, and the item was shoved back in his pocket. He caught Valkyrie’s movement in the room and glanced over a bit more freely than he had the night before. “Morning,” Omega mumbled quietly from across the room. It was short lived when he watched her turn and leave again, the glint of metal from the knife’s blade witnessed. He blinked once or twice when she had disappeared, meanwhile grabbing his shoes and pulling them onto his feet.

    By the time she came out again he was straightening the black jacket he had worn prior. Once zipped he pushed his sleeves up to his forearms. Nik glanced up when spoken to, his eyes settling noticeably on the blade rather than the golden hues staring him down. His brow furrowed at the sight, trying to decipher it. After a moment he gave up, making eye contact with an eager nod. “…Yeah.”

  • In what seemed like an eternity of speculation, memories of the very woman that raised him from an egg were beginning to fade in present day. The thought of her demise was not something that came to mind often, only when someone mentioned adoption did it remind him of her and that fateful day she perished. Since then, no assailant could be identified or tracked, a huge part of him felt responsible for allowing it to happen.

    Perhaps he’ll never uncover the mystery as to who was behind it.

    Or not.

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    South America was definitely a change of setting away from his shop in Berlin, and likely not a bad choice, people there would certainly be interested in what he had to offer. As such, a good portion of his items in stock were transported there to temporarily open business in Pelourinho. A few local gangs were likely interested in what he had to offer, regardless of who’d buy from him, he’d still sell them just about anything they could make use of, it wouldn’t be the first or last time weapons were sold to questionable people. One of his largest buyers used to be the Russian Mafia at one point.

    Much of his day was spent leaning back in a crimson lawn chair with both feet prompted up on a crate in the event no customers were around, or if there was a lack of interest in those walking by. A Spanish dictionary was kept at his side on a small glass table, just so there wouldn’t be a language barrier for anyone who sought to ask questions on what was being sold, and for purchases.

    His stand was made from an azure and onyx fabric in floral patterns, held in place by aluminum supports to form a rectangular shape. A row of wooden banquet tables was laid out across the front portion with an opening for others to step inside, where additional items were stocked on shelves. Everything available ranged from differing authentic melee weapons, crossbows, special mixing ingredients for potions, actual potions themselves, daggers, bleached animal skulls, and a few small trinkets.

    Both light blue irises shifted up to find a certain female admiring one of his items on display. Without even so much as a creak being made, the fallen Monarch rose out of his chair and stepped closer silently, thankfully an absence in light would make it difficult for her to spot him moving. If by some chance she were to glance up, he was nowhere to be found.


    As if having warped directly behind or right beside her, his own shadow cast down on the table that very blade was resting upon. His right hand would be placed down while leaning forward, gazing down upon the very weapon that piqued her interest. Under the assumption she understood English like himself, the shopkeeper spoke, having a deep yet softer tone, slightly scratchy.

    “Like what you see~? You’re the first non-local I’ve been visited by.”

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  •    Against the coming of Astraeus, his sharp eyes sought the bird that called to him.  He saw a golden eagle; shrouded in the purple-pink of dusk.  He watched the bird for some time, the omen, and he wondered at the meaning of it.  Drawn away only when he felt eyes upon his back.

      Twisting his head, he had only a split second to see the woman looking towards him, a brief glance before she turned away and carried on doing whatever it was she was doing.  Kyros thought her as dark as Nyx herself, her skin as pale as the moon..  

       She was not what he foresaw, by any means.  But she was something that didn't belong, an alien among the mortal men in his eyes.  And he'd happily admit he was curious of her; longing to know her name, he swiveled on his heel and strode after her, pausing only briefly when he saw her do so, but then she slipped within a decrepit looking building.

       Wandering up to the entrance, the demigod caught the door before it could close with the toe of his boot, then he pushed it open and slipped inside...

  • // I'd be glad to! Do you prefer plotting here or inbox?

  •    He was the youngest son of Apollo; a wicked Hunter wielding bow once held by Artemis herself.  The Goddess of the Hunt felled many an ancient beast, god, and mortal with it's blessed arrows in the three thousand years it remained by her side, before she finally gave it up.  As a gift, to Kyros on the day of his birth.

       It was the product of a combined effort between Artemis and Hephaistos Klutotekhnes, a thing of both beauty and strength; Solid gold, bent from the antlers of Cerynitis, the Golden Hind.  It seemed to capture the light of the sun upon it's gilded surface, shining even in the deepest of darknesses.  The bow-string glistened like diamond, casting rainbow light upon it's edges, which seemed sharp enough to strip the flesh from bone if one weren't careful.

       Kyros carried with him no arrows, for none were required.  Even though in this part of Greece, his father had plenty of enemies that would do anything to harm him, including striking at an innocent son, who was not so innocent in their eyes.  The sins of the father are visited upon their son.  Alas, Kyros was not bitter.  It was the way of things and the way they would always be, he told himself, tilting his head upwards and rolling his green eyes back to take in the sky above his head.  He saw thick dusk-clouds creeping over a dimming sky, a red sun -- the eye of Zeus -- sinking into the sea.

       As he stared at the red eye, which glared back at him, his mind began to wander - to places he'd rather it didn't.  Suddenly, he was standing at his fathers Grand Temple within the realm of Olympos, the marble and gold steps behind him slick with a grisly splattering of shining ichor and red blood.   Nymph and Satyr alike lay dead at his feet, their bodies gashed and mutilated.  Flames as red as the fire of Hephaistos' forge licked at the Temple walls, spreading ever upwards... choking on the smell of burnt flesh and smoke and death.. 

       Kyros shut himself off from the memory and sucked in a sharp, cold breath, fighting to push his anger back down into the cage of adamantine he'd built up around it.  Then, he dropped his head, shaking it, and adjusted his bow slung upon his left shoulder.  Better push on, he told himself.

       The demigod wore a thin black shirt with long sleeves, strapped down beneath thick brown leather bracers.  He wore a pauldron of the same material across his right shoulder, and black snug fitting trousers tucked into old combat boots, gold zippers on either side of them.  And with olive toned skin and bright blonde hair, there's little doubt of his parentage.

       Lips pulled down in a narrow frown, Kyros turned his head and spit upon the ground, swearing his revenge upon Ares, lest all of Greece sink into Poseidon's waters.  

       Sadly, though- his revenge had to wait.  He knew in his heart of hearts that he was far from strong enough to take on the ancient God of War and Bloodlust, hated by the Greeks for his violence and revered by the Roman's for it.  The Olympian was a force of pure destruction.

       A far off bird cry caused him to pause, turn his head towards the North and stare off into the distance, his head cocked slightly to listen.  I feel something..

  • That is indeed true!

    And yes, plotting is very much preferred to just jumping right in.

    Do you have any ideas or thoughts as to where and how our characters should meet?

  • // Thank you for the invite!

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