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ṿαlÿṡ ([personal profile] xperymentale) wrote on January 1st, 2030 at 12:01 pm
( ・ㅂ・)و ̑̑ yatta! valys' info post.
valerie.

nickname; valys.
species; human.
age; 27.

brief background / history; in addition to studying for her general surgery qe, valerie worked at a highly respected mental rehabilitation center. people from all over the world would come in search of help... and, with open arms, the staff at tremont psychiatric ward would welcome them. behind closed doors, however, the poor people admitted were treated like animals; battered, beaten, and broken until they were no more than shells of their former selves. by some miracle a couple of patients managed to survive the terrible tortures performed on them, but that, unfortunately, resulted in their being introduced to a series of “new wave” medicines and medical procedures; ones that were not only being developed, but subsequently tested at the time.

for several months she’d said and done abso-fucken-lutely nothing, but it wasn't long before the guilt began to eat her alive. soon, she found herself crumbling beneath it all, … having planned to leak its secrets with the hope of getting it shut down she’d started compiling everything she could get her hands onto… but it was during this time the alarms started to sound. as the facility entered a state of emergency a couple of rogue patients took advantage of the chaos, releasing the locks and allowing their brethren to escape. banding together, they primarily targeted those directly responsible, exacting their revenge by mutilating those they found beyond recognition.

finding a hiding spot to call her own, which, in this case, was a seldom used sub-basement supply closet, she lived solely on food supplements, prescription medications, and laboratory rodents. minutes, hours, and days passed before, finally, help arrived, but it wasn't the help that she’d been looking for… it was the cleaning crew and they’d come to take care of any and all survivors of the institution’s outbreak.

not yet ready to die and having already started to lose her mind, she adopted the name valys and she fought alongside the remaining patients until they drove back the invading forces, ...at least long enough for her and the others to make an escape. since then she'd been wandering around trying to find them in hopes that, still, she can expose the center for what they'd done. though nobody would probably believe her at this point.

personality; because of what happened to her, valys developed acute schizophrenia and became irrationally paranoid. as a result, her faith in humanity all but fell to the wayside, which left her with more negative feelings and emotions than she knew what to do with.

moody and, often times, insensitive, valys is not the friendliest motherfucker you're going to come across, but, yes, she's tries... most of the time. she's got her fair share of problems ( deep seeded though they might be ), but at least she's gotten relatively good at keeping tabs on herself and her quirks. no, she doesn't like most people, but she doesn't go out of her way to start fights... unless, of course, thoroughly provoked.

she'd honestly prefer to avoid any unnecessary bloodshed, because (1) she'd been on her way to becoming certified surgeon and (2) in the heat on the moment she can't really be held accountable for what she may or may not do. the world that she ( sometimes ) sees and the world that everybody else sees are not one in the same... so if she starts getting anxious, then it might be good to back off, because she might become volatile.

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debilitating mental illness aside, she's still a very skilled physician... when, of course, she's in the right state of mind. it's kind of rare occurrence, however, because of the amount of focus required, ...though her abilities, precision, and speed with a blade are unmatched. she feels most alive when she's working, because, let's face it, that's when she feels the most normal. getting past her outer shell is going to be no simple feat, since she seldom speaks and, when she does, she tends to appear aloof and disinterested, but that's only because she's musing to herself about that fateful day...something that's almost always on her mind.

time, patience, and compassion will get her to open up, because, like all humans, she craves companionship beyond that of a disheveled old mutt... though she'll likely say otherwise.

abilities / supernatural powers; apollo. he is valys' best friend and pseudo therapy dog. because she is almost always alone he has become a constant companion, but, not only that, he helps her to de-stress when she's on edge and in the midst of a fit. it's a role that he just kind of fell into ever since she found him on the side of the road. he had been in real bad shape... malnourished, with his fur-matted, and covered in cuts and scrapes. she helped him recover, however, and they've been inseparable ever since.

butterfly knife. this is her weapon of choice. she carries a matching pair of then on her person at all times and she's incredibly skilled with them. backstabbing is, of course, preferred, but that's in a perfect world... and as she'll tell you the world is far from perfect. if she doesn't have the element of surprise she'll do one of two things depending on the situation. a distraction in the form of a trick ( or two ) and then the strike... or just the strike.

switchblade.. this is just another knife that she carries around with her. she doesn't use this one for stabbing people as much as she does the butterflies, but if she needs to, hey, stand back.this one is more for making clean cuts, like, for instance, if she needs to open a wound to fish some glass out or cut a shirt to make a wrap... things of that nature.

brass knuckles. another weapon in her arsenal that should really give you some insight about how she prefers to fight. there isn't all that much you can say about these except that, with them, she can pack one hell of a punch. lol.

glock 22. a gun, obviously. she had taken it off of a dead police officer. over the past couple of months she's accrued a decent supply of ammunition, but, still, she prefers not to fire it... mainly because she knows she's pretty shit with it. she's got no problems putting you down from a couple of feet away, but beyond that... yeah.

doctor. she had been on her way to becoming a surgeon, but that's just a dream now. still, she's retained all of the information and knowledge she learned in medical school. it's not like all of that just kind of disappears. she's got skilled hands, so if you get yourself into something sticky! she's your girl... though here's to hoping she's in the right state of mind.
 
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