Valerie Minnie Rose

[crimsondeath]

Valerie Minnie Rose


Character Play-by: Lacey Nicole Strum

name: Valerie Minnie Rose
age: 15
gender: female
orientation: Bi
race: werewolf, member, omega
birthplace: Casco, Maine
current location: --
occupation: none

personality: Valerie is split personalitied. On one side she is sweet, kind and adorable. She gets along with just about anyoone and is very loveable. She is an animal freak and cant stand to be alone.

On the other hand she can be vicious, cunning, and deadly. She will hate anyone around her even if they are best friends. In a flat second she could be ready and willing to rip your throat out, just for the fun of it.Though she tried not to do this it just sort of happens. She has no control over it, and she absolitely hates it.
detailed history: Valerie has grown up in a very hard life. She was put into a foster home at the age of 6 when her parents died in a 'freak' accident. From there she was laughed at and ridiculed as the only orphan in the home. She hated her life and never went to school.

At the age of 12 she found out how stress relieving cutting could be. Now she is 15. Her mind is shot and she is a bit out there in the world. Her body has scars all over it fromthe multiple appointments she has had with a blade. She is cautious not to let her weekness show, for fear that she will, once again, be laughed at and ridiculed.
She really has no friends, besides the voices in her head.She first started hearing these in the 4th grade. At first she thought they were cool and even created a mini friend that was a monkey called a Juju. She still has him, his name is Roger.

Valerie has a few issues with her onlu brother, Max. Though they are very close, she has yet to tell him of what she is. This she believes will push them away from each other, leaving her completely alone in this world. So for now she keeps her secret to herself. "Lonly is as lonly does", so she says, for never is she to believe there will come a day.

fears: love, family, friends
strengths: Excaping, Fighting
weaknesses: Love, animals
likes: Death, sugergliders (a animal)
dislikes: preps, people who think they are all that

facial appearance: very childish and round with deep blue eyes and jet black hair with red streaks
clothing: She can usually be seen sporting a tight black tanktop of some sort and a pair of blue jeans and black sneekers.
build: skinny
marks/scars: cuts all along her forarms and mid sectiong
species appearance: In wolf form Valerie is pure black except for a qhite spot on her left midsection. She has sea blue eyes and a white tip to her tail.
powers: --

your name: CrimsonDeath
age: 13
how long have you been roleplaying?: 4 years
how did you find us?: TwiRPG
codeword:

roleplay sample:

Valerie, a 15 year old shortie, sat in a swing. Her feet barley touched the ground. Her eyes were sheilded against the glare of the moon. Sighing she gave the ground a little 'kick' to get her swing moving. The air was still and quite, not a bird chirped. It disturbed her, the quiet that is. She looked from side to side as the glow of the full moon illuminated the world in a dark grey tone. The park was a bit secluted, off to its self. She loved it here, it was the only place she could do her work. In her case 'work' would not consist of homework, but of the razor in her bag and the itch of her blooding skin. Unfortunatly, though, on this night she had left her bag at home. Grunting in dissappointment she leaned back. Watching as the stars moved accross her vision. It was chilly, or at least to a human it would have been, but Valerie seemed not to notice. She had on nothing but a short sleved shirt and a pair of her blue jeans. Getting bord she hoped out of the moving swing and into the woods. The trees around her were enormous, towering over her small and skinny frame. The glow of the moon set the shadows to danceing around her like ghost in the night.
Frowning she sat down. The log she had chosen was cold and rotten. She sighed once again, her face was blank. Giving a slight sniffel she tried to hold back a sob, this was the exact night she had personally killed her father. She could see it in her mind, the cops, the arguement, the change. It played over and over in her mind.

*FLASHBACK!!*

It had been a fairly good day, her classes had went well and she had talked to a boy she liked. When she got home her mother had been cooking, Shepards Pie, her favorite. A big smile on her face she sat down at the table. Simple enough. Then everything went to hell. Her father came into the house, drunker than a skunk. He smelt of wiskey and stripers. Mother had always been afraid of him, tonight was no different. She huddled as far from him as possible. Then for no reason he slaped her, his excuse was that she had laughed at him. She knew different. Jumping up from the table she had skidded to a stop between the two. He looked at her with disgust and made to put her in her place as well. Thats when she turned, her body not exactly shifting but in other words transformed into the body of a wolf. Without wanting to she had lept for his thoat. Ripping it to pieces, kiling him instantly. Then she was once again human in her body but her mind was still savage. Her black dress was stain in red with her fathers blood and her mother was still huddled in the cornor crying.

*To the present*

Valerie couldn't help it any longer, she broke into a full out cry.

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