Post by Valkyrie Rase on Oct 29, 2014 22:44:57 GMT -5
[attr="class","main"] [attr="class","imgdiv"] [attr="class","name"]Prudence "Valkyrie" Rase [attr="class","race"]Fereldan, Qunari
[attr="class","infoh"]Physical Attributes
[attr="class","infoc"]Valkyrie is a hulk of a woman, even among other female Qunari, having solid muscle she garnered through hard work and training. She has enough curves and soft edges to not be mistaken for a male, with wide hips that could probably crush a man's skull if she tried, to a slighter waist with a powerfully toned stomach. Her arms are just as impressive, though not nearly as broad as her race's male counterparts, but they would still probably put many a humans to shame. If her sheer size wasn't enough to draw attention to Valkyrie, then the rest of her features would surely do the trick. Her skin is a dark charcoal color, with several scars marring it, though they aren't terribly noticeable, and she has a pair of curled ram horns a top her head. Her white hair starkly contrasts her skin and is moderately long, reaching an inch or two past her neck, though she normally keeps it up in a bun. Her ears are pointed, similar to an Elves, and she has striking violet eyes. Everything about her screams intimidating, giving off a domineering aura and carrying herself tall. Her voice is the cherry on top, being a deep rasp that is uncommon amongst most woman, though it seems to fit her just perfectly. [attr="class","infoh"]Personality
[attr="class","infoc"]While age tempers most, it seems to have done the exact opposite to Valkyrie. She is as loud and crass as ever, after all, people stare and talk about her no matter what, so she might as well give them something to talk about. With a devil-may-care attitude, she often rubs people the wrong way, even when it isn't intentional, people mistaking her upbeat attitude for ignorance usually. The way she sees it though, you only have one life to live, so wasting it by being negative all the time won't help, not that she doesn't get worn down by society. She's not one to be cowed and tends to become aggressive whenever she feels threatened, which is unfortunately quite often, and has no problem with intimidating others to back off, or even using force if she deems it necessary. Despite all of that, she is actually a very amicable person, so long as you don't give her a reason to be otherwise. She thrives around others, but is fully capable, and used to being alone for prolonged periods of time. Valkyrie makes for a good drinking buddy though, and is not shy to talk about her past adventures, even if she does throw in some dramatic flare to make things more interesting. She's the type to treat someone she's known for all of five minutes like old friends if she likes them enough, after all her friends are few and far between thanks to the prejudices against Qunari. She has no problem with speaking up for herself or her beliefs, and is usually pretty adamant and bullheaded in her decisions, rarely wavering. In fact, sometimes the only reason she'll refuse to do something is out of pure spite, even if it affects her negatively. With an energetic personality, she isn't exactly the most patient person in the world, which can make her a bit of a bad strategist. Diving head first into situations has gotten her into trouble more times than she can count, but somehow she always managed to get out, even if she had to slash her way back. All in all, she values family and friendship above anything else, and while she is often an obstinate asshole, she genuinely cares and won't betray them knowingly. Of course that sort of curtesy does not typically extend to strangers, who she cares little for in the grand scheme of things. Val also harbors a distrust for them, particularly humans, but considering her occupation she can't actually be picky about her clients, so she'll give them the benefit of the doubt. [attr="class","infoh"]Background [attr="class","infoc"]Prudence’s ancestors got stranded on Thedas many years ago, and as such they have evolved away from the teachings of The Qun and are considered Vashoth by other Qunari. Due to the strong racism against their kind, they have built settlements away from humans and others to live in peace, although it is not entirely uncommon to see elves living amongst them. She was the eldest of three daughters, with her sister Faith being being only two years younger than her, and little Mara being six years younger and the baby of the family. Prudence always felt like she had to be the caretaker to her younger siblings and mother, since her father was often gone to try and find work. They grew up poor like most, if not all, Qunari in Thedas, struggling to get by. Her family owned a farm, which meant long days of grueling work just to put food on the table, even with the money their father was sending home to them. It wasn't exactly easy to keep afloat, but somehow they managed it (though she suspected not without the help of their neighbors), and her childhood was a fairly happy one. Of course, some of her favorite memories were of her father, who always brought back small presents for his daughters and wife when he returned, and had many tales to tell, though he often embellished them. He worked as a mercenary, and little Prudence idolized him, wanting to be a fighter like her father, despite her mothers vague disapproval. Her father on the other hand had no problem with teaching his eldest how to fight, after all he had no sons to speak of and someone had to hold down the fort while he was away. Besides, it wasn’t like his daughter would take “no” for an answer. Prudence continued to practice even when her father was away, and she grew feisty with age, becoming harder to control and often picking fights with the other kids around the village who liked to tease her. One of the neighbors sons was particularly relentless, constantly calling her a "girl-boy" or making fun of her name. He stopped that fairly quick after she knocked him into a stone wall and broke off one his horns (the latter being an accident, of course), and she didn't even care about the months and months of chores she got saddled with as punishment afterward. It was worth it. It was not long after this she started to resent her given name and started to demand her family call her Valkyrie, a request that was normally laughed off. Her father had spoken of a woman named Valkyrie he worked with once, and she sounded wonderful. Besides, anything was better than Prudence. Her little sister Mara seemed to be the only one that would indulge her on this, though. Despite her mischievous ways, she had a good relationship with her family, and never felt particularly resentful toward any of them. She was at odds with her sister Faith a lot, the two harboring a sibling rivalry (Faith perhaps a bit more than herself), but even then it was mostly just petty arguments that never really mattered. Life went on as usual until they received a letter from her father saying he had been injured badly in a fight, though he had managed to just barely survive, and was coming home. The letter never specified just how bad the injuries were, but sure enough their father returned weeks later, hobbling back with plenty of new cuts and the absence of a right arm. The blow to the family was big, having to take care of his medical needs without the extra income not an easy task when they were just scraping by to begin with. Prudence was sixteen at the time, and made the decision go out on her own to find work. Even if she didn't succeed, at least it would be one less mouth to feed. Of course, her mother would hear nothing of it, completely forbidding her to do it, not that it stopped her. She snuck out during the night, only taking just enough supplies to get by (as well as her fathers sword), and left for the nearest large city. By some miracle she managed to not die, though the city was not quite what she had expected. More so, the people were not what she expected. Her father had told her of the racism, but she had very little experience of it firsthand until then, and had to face that on top of the sudden culture shock. Needless to say, things did not go quite as well as she had hoped, barely managing to not starve to death herself, let alone have any money to send home. The Maker must have taken pity on her though, because she managed to get a decent job guarding a traveling caravan. Things slowly but surely improved from then on, getting more and more jobs, learning how to survive in a city where people would sooner throw rocks at you than anything else. While not all of her business was entirely…legitimate, she could not really afford to turn down any work. She has managed to make somewhat of a name for herself over the years, going by "Valkyrie" permanently, only ever using her birth name on her visits home, which are a bit too infrequent according to her mother. |