Currently: Katalam - (Hometown in Russia)
Status: 62%
Feeling: "There has to be more."
Eye Color:: Amber Yellow/Electric purple when Berserking
Personality:: Somewhat Condescending. Gracefully insane.
Occupation:: Retired Weaponsmith/ Current Mistress. (Serious Mad Scientist Vibes)
Species:: Void | Berserker
Height:: 5'8"
Physically:: Lean with visibly toned muscles.
Goal:: N/a
Valkyrie is a former hunter of the supernatural. She took up this career for several years before ultimately becoming one in which she hunted. 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 terrifying Berserking genes. Through uncontrollable rage, Valkyrie became his end.
Atlas. Her second muse. Years later, Valkyrie had gone through massive changes and met many new creatures. Atlas originally was her servant, her slave that she loved to put through cruel feats of torture and drunken rage fits. Her cruelty came to a lull one night. All her ways of working him to the bone and petty torture had been out of a twisted attraction she'd had for him. Acting on that attraction, she 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.
Years later, she was resurrected. Through the use of a particular Cambion, she's recovered the 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? The only memories she has of that day are cloudy. Black hair and amber eyes are her only clues. Later in 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 newfound power that Atlas left her with. She's now grown to master most void abilities and has discovered that the entrance to the Void's realm has laid within her weapon this whole time. She's now self-proclaimed King of the Void. While this doesn't settle well with others in the Void Realm. There's currently no one to challenge her for that title. Hence, the False King rules to this date.
Valkyrie has since grown comfortable with Atlas's disappearance. With the help of an ally by the name of Draco, research has been conducted on both Valkyrie and her weapon. she's come to believe through this science that Atlas dwells in her weapon of choice; one he as well knew she cherished. Even though she once cared for Atlas, she will do everything in her power to keep him contained; for releasing the King could forfeit her Void inheritance. What's even more worrisome, however, is that the Void's power continues to infect others with virtually no cure.
After the Great War ended. (Causing the death of her mortal enemy as well as her servant Ceres), Valkyrie has returned to her hometown in Russia. There's an odd aura about this place that she sometimes cannot stand. Amir and his people built this place with their magick. Is it now free for the taking? With no ruler for the traveler's town, Valkyrie has debated seeking out the Talisman of Absolute Law. This Amulet has been hidden for quite some time. Ceres, however, leaked snips of information regarding its whereabouts shortly before her passing. It is said to have to power to bring lesser beings to their knees. Perhaps she'd have her kingdom yet.
Still, there remains the issue of Vasharti. The son she never wanted.The child or intrusion and torture. The child of experimental rape at the hands of Amir. Valkyrie never wishes to see him, but does he feel the same? Only time will tell.
Valkyrie has a very condescending personality, this trait is amplified when she is dealing with her servants. She keeps to herself when dealing with most strangers but isn't shy. Valkyrie has a dark mentality towards her servants, sometimes taking out built-up rage on them. . Val has become gracefully insane. This disability is not enough to stop her in everyday pursuits but often drives her ambitions in a different direction. After being oppressed by Amir, a switch flipped in Val's mind sending her on an endless quest for power. The goal? To never be put in that position again. Additionally, she has a crazy addiction to her servant Atlas. Though upon her mysterious 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, Valkyrie 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. (Or so she thought) Every so often she can be seen caving into that addiction 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 is a dark beauty. Our Mistress possesses long black hair which is usually drawn back to keep it out of the way. Standing at 5'9", 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, they'll pulsate and eventually stay a vibrant purple. The purple is a mix of a Berserking Status and the Void which her late servant infected her with. When not in battle our Mistress still tries to keep it classy but doesn't waste as much time in the mirror as most women her age.
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 a deep slash wound from her right hip clear upwards to the lower left part of her rib cage.
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 or injured she becomes, the stronger she will get. 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 and wields his power as her own.
STRENGTHS
Overwhelming physical strength: Valkyrie has amazing physical strength, enough to shatter boulders or even cause small 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 level when it comes to the 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's mist 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.
WEAKNESSES
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 raging 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.
RESISSTANCES & EXTRAS
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 now mastered most of what this ability has to offer and can imbue a person's ability(s)/essence into a weapon for a limited time.
Void's Kiss: A poorly named ability that basically means Valkyrie can infect other people with her Void Sickness. She has not only transferred the Void before with a simple kiss, but also a deadly slash from her scythe. It's worth noting, each person has their own resistances and susceptibilities to the Void.
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.
(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 has been through the whole love thing and isn't sure she wants to go back. She's been there and done that. It ended up costing her much more than she expected. 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 engaged in a relationship, It'd most likely not be for love and more so for benefit.
Valkyrie is a Mistress and often takes on Servants as she sees fit. Many times, her servants have suffered from her drunken rage and torturous ways. 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 strive to protect and preserve their King.
ATLAS | SERVANT | SLEEPING GIANT (Alive)
"..Do you love me, Atlas?" The fatal attraction... Atlas was a simple servant of Valkyrie's and it stayed that way for several years. Due to her own fascination with Atlas, he became her downfall. While her death came swift, her resurrection was not far off. The servant that she had once wished for more from was now sleeping in her weapon and feeding her newfound power. She's discarded the idea of romance with Altas in order to keep him contained and she with his power.
AMIR | ENEMY | FALLEN KING (Deceased)
"You're no King." Amir was the main villain in Valkyrie's lifetime. A weight is lifted off her shoulders since his death. When she met the King in his lesser form, there may have been a bit of attraction. (on her side anyway) This only fed into the insanity of his betrayal. Once a charming and alluring man, Amir became power-hungry and sinister. Valkyrie had learned she was always been in his cross-hairs since she was young. Perhaps this was the reason he picked her up off the streets of Russia and gave her a place to call home. She'd later become his unwilling gene donor to the next King of the Cosmos. Amir is the main reason for her insanity, power-struggle mentality, and heavy distrust.
CERES | SERVANT | THE DAMNED (Deceased)
"You want power..With just one kiss, you'll have your wish." Once a bride of Lucifer, Ceres fell and she fell far. The Fae was stripped of her wings and struggled to roam the Earth without her beloved. Her hell-bent love for Lucifer drove her to Valkyrie. Of course, Val gave her what she wanted and didn't disclose many details. The Void eventually became Ceres' downfall; Thus killing a treasured servant and healer.
VASHARTI | BIOLOGICAL CHILD | UNWANTED (Alive)
"I'll kill you myself if you ever cross my path." Vasharti's name only brings Valkyrie anger. She was held against her will and forced into conceiving Vash with his father Amir. The perfect Starcaller - Amir said. Now in his death, it is assumed Vasharti has taken the throne in the Stars. Valkyrie only wishes for him to stay there and leave her be. So far, her wishes have been granted.
ALEXANDER | LOST LOVE | BEGINNING OF THE FALL (Alive)
"Look at what you've done to me.." If only Valkyrie's story had stopped here. If only there was a happily ever after. Valkyrie loved Alexander dearly. A love that she didn't think much on until it was gone. She'll never forget that night the two snuck around to meet. He from his coven and she from an unnamed hunter's group. While Valkyrie was ready to toss herself into this new world with Alexander, he sought her safety instead. Valkyrie could not handle his reasoning. Like a switch had been flipped, Valkyrie's Berserking Status awoke for the first time. The huntress could not control herself and ultimately slaughtered her lover. Or so she thought..
OMEGA | SERVANT | THE KID (Alive)
"You missed a spot." Nik is someone Valkyrie oddly holds dear. She'll never admit it to him of course. Perhaps it was his scrawny physique or his cluelessness that reminded her of Atlas. Whatever it is, Valkyrie has a hard time stopping her mind from wandering. She gets an odd satisfaction from watching him scramble at her commands but also treats him more as an acquaintance than a slave. Nik has yet to receive abuse from Valkyrie. In addition, Nik was the reason for Valkyrie's capture by Amir. She keeps this a secret from the kid, not admitting she traded herself for his own safety.
JETT | ENEMY/TOLERANCE | THE ROOK (Alive)
"You'd best stay out of my way, son of Lucifer." Valkyrie never liked Jett, even before finding out he was Amir's Alpha Servant. While Amir's intelligence was quite frank all-knowing, he could not see the trickery Jett had pulled right underneath his nose. Amir became Jett's shield and his weapon. Eventually, this Alpha Servant became the head of the snake, urging Amir to slip deeper into insanity. Of course, this meant he and Valkyrie were never on the same side.
SEREN | ENEMY | THE KING'S BITCH (Alive)
"Does he Fuck you like he loves you, Seren? You're just another pass time." Seren is Second in Command to the throne. She's trained directly under Amir. The two are natural enemies for this reason. However, during Valkyrie's time in captivity, it wasn't hard to feel the jealousy looming off the Female Starcaller. Ultimately, Seren's witchery aiding in Valkyrie conceiving the unwanted child of Amir. Valkyrie equally hates Seren as much as Seren hates her.
Valkyrie has always been a passionate drinker, but with past events in her life, this has become a daily occurrence. She also drinks to ebb away her building rage from the Berserker sleeping within
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Roman (Another Writer) recovered her memories not too far in the past. She'd lost several years of memories after succumbing to the Void.
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Valkyrie is triggered into insanity by thoughts of Atlas or people that look like him. Over the last several years, this sickness has begun to ebb itself away. She's now much more composed. Though the thought still lingers.
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Valkyrie still crafts weapons for buyers on the side even though it is no longer her profession. These customers are usually repeat buyers or people she still has use for.
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Her blood has an intoxicating effect on Vampires. It often reflects the effects of hypnotic drugs. This is the Void's curse coursing through her veins. With enough consumption, one can also become infected.
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Valkyrie has an odd interest in younger males.
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KATALAM
The City in the Sands
Katalam, the city in the sands. This small traveler's town is located in the mountains north of Siberia. These mountains are typically cold and devoid of most human existence. Thus, Katalam sits nestled in the most desolate location. It boasts desert heat temperatures and scenery to match. Most describe this as a reverse oasis effect. Katalam has since become a safe haven to all species. There is no treaty, no law in the City in the Sands; only mutual need. Katalam is scattered with merchants and kiosks lining the cities major road in and out of its walls. Many travel simply to sell their goods; few choose to settle down. Valkyrie is one of those few. Originally built and named by the Starcaller species, Katalam has since gone void of any Starcaller race. It is believed to be their abandoned Earthly city.
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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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// I'd be glad to! Do you prefer plotting here or inbox?
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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Hindsight being 20/20, maybe he would have been alright after all… a skill like that? Surely he could have snuck his own room and survived a night in some lesser hotel somewhere. They called it hindsight for a reason. Why hadn’t he thought of it? It wasn’t like he had been given a cooldown after running into Valkyrie. No, he was dragged into a couple of places he’d never expected that night and now he was standing at his third.
On top of that? He had his followers off his back. Part of him might’ve found merit that he ‘helped’ her home… whether it was whole truth or not. Once Val had passed on through into the room his expression sobered up once again. The door was let close behind them and he took a few steps further into the room. It was nicer than anything he had ever stayed in, needless to say. Seeing a single bed to the room, he wouldn’t even go there.
“It’s… fine.” Omega murmured, surveying his other option. When it came to personal space, he wasn’t all that ready to share either… ironically. His ass might hang off the couch, but at the end of the night, better than nothing. His decision made, quietly he made his way over to the loveseat. His eyes did a sweep of the other furniture in the room. A chair was pulled over next toward one end of the couch. He’d be sleeping crooked, but his feet wouldn’t be off the ground (not that he slept hardly anyway).
Sitting down on the tiny couch, the jacket he’d worn was unzipped and pulled off. Omega cast a glance toward the woman when he heard the rustling of the brown bag. The knife caught his eye when it was held up for the light to bounce off of it. His brow furrowed. What was that doing there? Do you always sleep with a knife by your bed or what? He kept his mouth shut. A couch was better than nothing and maybe questioning the lady with a knife and scythe wasn’t the best idea. He glanced away by the time she set it down, taking a peek at his phone that was all but out of reception in the foreign country.
Once she was out of the room, Omega let out a long exhale he’d been holding without knowing. Tension was the theme of the day along with confusion. Quietly, when he heard the door click shut he made quick work of pulling his shoes from his feet, setting them beside the cough and out of the way. Just as anyone might, he made his way over to the curtain, peeking through to see what side of the building they were on. The white noise of the streets below was heard just as lights were still on in some of the windows.
The door clicked open. Instinctively he pried himself away from the window then, casting her a glance to not leave his back to the strange woman. With the way that his face fell rather abruptly… maybe he should’ve stuck to counting windows outside. Before his face could turn red up to his ears, his stare shifted to study the carpet instead. It wouldn’t stop it from wavering now and again as he made his way over to the couch, thinking to put his back between the two eventually.
“Sorry…” Omega stated awkwardly before he could think of what else to say. “I mean- it’s alright. And thanks.” Sorry for what? Being there? Still glancing over subconsciously when he’d let his mindfulness down? Taking a breath, he lay down on the loveseat for what it was worth, putting his jacket behind his head.
Hearing the yawn, he tilted his head back when she spoke, only to get a view of the ceiling overhead. “Yeah… Alright.” Home..? No complaints there. The sooner the better, but it might as well be in the morning. Was she really willing to help him?
“I don’t care, but ah… did you want the lights turned off?” He offered. The pause in the elevator came to mind. One way another, eventually the room would fall silent. He stared at the ceiling for some time before sleep would be attempted. With little luck. The kid didn’t even try and toss and turn anymore when he knew there was no point in it. Eventually, somewhere in the later hours, he managed to shut his eyes and catch a few hours of sleep.