SILIAZA, Valoel

[VALOEL SUZANA SILIAZA]

Valoel SuzanaSiliaza
No more tears
I'm out of fears
I'm out of pain
I'm out in the rain

It will gently wash away
The light of the day
-Xandri -- In Love With The Darkness

ALIAS ?! Ri
EXPERIENCE ?! Six years
HOW YOU FOUND US ?! With the magic of proboards
OTHER CHARACTERS ?! NATM
HOW TO REACH YOU ?! PM

FULL NAME ?! Valoel Suzana Siliaza
NICKNAMES ?! Val, V, or El
AGE ?! Twenty
GENDER ?! Female
SEXUALITY ?! Straight
SPECIES ?! dhampir
ELEMENT ?! Sorry, not a Moroi darling
GROUP ?! Guardian at St.Vladimir

PLAY BY ?! Laura Vandervoot
OVERALL ?!
Valoel is a very pretty young women. I will start from the top and give you a thorough description of my character.

Valoel has long, thick blonde hair that flows down her shoulders. Her hair flows around her delicate heart-shaped face. Long lashes frame her wide eyes, their color the icest of icy blue. Her nose is small, and curves slightly. Her lips are full, the color a rich bubblegum pink. Her head connects to a graceful neck, which in turn connects to her chest. Small breasts she has been given, with dusty pink nipples. Her arms are muscled well, and usually across her chest. She had a flat, muscled torso and small hips. Her legs are long, thickly muscled things that connect to small feet. She stands around five feet six inches, and weighs around a hundred and twenty pounds. Not one inch of herself is fat, all of it has been turned into muscle. Her skin is fare, more pale then tanned. She is not california tanned girl.

Though she appears beautiful, Valoel has scars that mark her flesh. The first one is on her back. A gruesome scar that starts from her left shoulder and ends at her right hip. The scar is puckered and pink, and has never completely healed but it does not bother her much. The second star is upon her face. It starts above her right eyebrow, and goes down, ending at the area above her chin. The scar is pale, a color that is paler then her skin. The third scar, and thankfully the last, is upon her arm. It is very thin, and shaped like a crescent mark. It starts at her right shoulder and curves to land upon her elbow. All scars came from the Strigoi....and the day her moroi was killed.

Beside's her scar's, Valoel has two tattoo's. The first is a dragon that wraps itself around her hips, and it's head curves around her belly button. The wings flare up brushing each of her ribs. The coloration is pure black, beside the red eyes. The second tattoo is upon her back, between her shoulder blades. It is a skull with angel wings coming from behind it. The meaning is that she is neither good nor evil. A dhampir in between. I am not forgetting her dhampir tattoo for each strigoi she has killed. There is thirty upon her neck at the moment. That is all.

For clothing, this is simple. Valoel wears a white tank top that fits against her bodice nicely. Black tights fit her legs, curving with her muscles. Black low-cut nikes bless her feet, shoes laces tucked in. Val sometimes wears a black hoody with the hood up, but only in winter. For jewelry she wears nothing but the silver locket her mother gave her when she was four. No make-up or perfume blesses upon her skin, for Valoel is not girly. She is simply a simple person who wears tank tops, sport bra's, black tights that come to her knee's only, and nikes. Simple yes and to her, elegant.

LIKES ?!

• Fighting
  
• Fire
  
• Moroi
  
• Keeping young dhampir and moroi safe
  
• Fighting Stigoi
  
• Respect
  
• Keeping Order
  
• Control
  
• Keeping her cool
  
• Dogs
  
• Powerades - She is addicted.
  
• Kicking ass
  
• Watching younger dhampirs as they ready to become guardians
  

DISLIKES ?!

• Strigoi
  
• Lightning
  
• Moroi or dhampir getting hurt
  
• Bossed around
  
• Treated like a kid by older dhampir guardians
  
• Failing her job
  
• Dhampirs or Moroi who cause trouble
  
• Beer
  
• Alcohol
  
• Smoking
  
• Losing in a fight
  
• Her father
  

STRENGTHS ?!

• Fighting
  
• Not losing her calm in a dire situation
  
• Leadership
  
• Strategy
  
• Independence
  

WEAKNESSES ?!

• Tends to see the tree's but not the forest
  
• Shy - She is a good leader, but other's don't tend to notice because she is hesitant and shy
  
• Talking in front of large crowds
  
• Snapping when other's see her as a child and not a guardian dhampir
  
• Can't hold her tongue and tends to argue
  

SECRETS ?!

• She still harbors hatred against her mother.
  
• My dear Valoel is still a virgin.
  

FEARS ?!

• Death
  
• Strigoi wiping out the Moroi and/or dhampir race
  
• Losing another moroi
  

HOPES ?!

• Never to become a Strigoi
  
• Earns the right to have a very powerful moroi under her charge. After losing her first one, she doesn't think she will get another.
  

OVERALL ?! Valoel is different from most Dhampir and Moroi a like. She is a silent woman who does not speak unless spoke to, and when she does speak, people tend to listen. Why do people listen? Val doesn't know, but her words are strong, true, and honest. She is a intelligent young woman, and learns things quickly. Her first Strigoi helped her on her journey down the road to the other kills she has made. Val only has to make one wrong step and knows never to do it again. Her ability to learn quickly, and to listen to other's give's her a good reputation. Alas, her shy nature stuns other's, for when it comes to protecting Moroi, she is outspoken, her plans usually going through, and her leadership she shows encourages other's. Her every action is a surprise to other's, for she cannot be predicted.

When it comes to a desperate situation you would expect people to lose their nerves and snap. Yet Valoel takes everything in, and keeps her calm, knowing that if she does not, it could prove fatal. Her calm, cool nature is never breeched unless a cocky guardian get's into her face and Val tends to snap. This has brushed against her reputation, but it is a small blemish. Anyone could feel what she does when messed around with and taunted. Tendacy to argue also makes other's look down at Valoel sometimes but she doesn't seem to notice their glares or ignores them. 'She see's the tree but not the forest' is a main thing people say about her. It means that she is near sighted, and doesn't see everything that is there, or the consequences. Val knows it's true and doesn't argue about that small point.

MOTHER ?! Priska Siliaza
FATHER ?! Unknown
SIBLINGS ?! NA
OTHER FAMILY ?! NA
HISTORY ?!
Valoel was born in a thriving village of female dhampir. Her mother was one of the many dhampir female who did not want to become guardians. Her mother said that Val's father was royalty, but Val doesn't know who he is, and her mother will not tell. Her mother took care of Val until she was four, then sent her off to become a guardian as one of the many moroi academy's that would train her. Valoel cried as the plane took her away from her family and flew her to her new home. A place where she would not live like her mother, where she would become a guardian to the moroi who needed the guardian's protection, and to be something more. Val knew her mother only wanted what was best for her child, yet the betrayel cut deep into the girl's heart. Val thought her mother did not love her, and sent her off because she was a bother, but she really doesn't know it was meant out of love.

When she arrived at the Academy, Val was scared. All these new faces, and weird looking men and women. She knew no one, and still being a child, she cried for her mother. The staff at the Academy came forth and brought her to her to her room that she shared with other girls. They told her not to cry, that they would take care of her and that she would make many new friends. Val was hesitant at first, not knowing if she could trust them, but then a girl came up to her. The beautiful girl gave Val a small flower and introduced herself as Lia, and asked if they wanted to be friends. This gave Valoel hope, and take the flower, she smiled for the first time in a long while. Valoel would not be alone anymore, and she knew that she would get to love the school as she got older.

Thirteen years passed of hard studying, and fighting. Valoel took everything in that she learned, storing it into her mind. She didn't miss any classes and was always there on time. She knew that failure to report or being late would make her miss a piece of important information or technique that would keep her and her charge alive. Valoel took everything seriously, knowing that her Morio would depend on her and her skills to make sure they where safe. Valoel was not the top of her class in fighting, but she was close. She looked up to those who where stronger then she, and learned what she could from her fellow classmates. This made her a better dhampir, and a good student. Val graduated as a dhampir, and was soon given a royalty charge. For two years she did as she was told, being a near guard to her charge before he died.

It was a blow to Val's career, losing her charge but a lesson she would learn from. Valoel vowed she was avenge the murder, and to make the Strigoi pay for what they did. Yet instead of being assigned another charge, Val was sent to St.Vladimir Academy. The royals thought that she needed time to recover from her loss, and by training and protecting the academy, she could get better. Valoel was hurt but did as she was told without complaint.

RP SAMPLE?!

A draft of air danced through the land, bringing a cold bitter bite with it. The sun was just rising from behind the mountain peak, it's warmth beginning to flow into the land. The sky was a light pink and blue, like cotton candy, with the white clouds floating by. Birds where singing to awaken the other's, for morninig was here, even though it was cold. A few deer where already roused, and pawing at the snow, trying to find some grass to eat. A rabbit, snow white and thin, hopped across the meadow, his small nose sniffing the air. It's ears twitched as the faint sound of movement came from the forest, but then all was silent. The rabbit kept on hopping then, heading for his warm cozy home. It came upon him without warning. A black shape suddenly springing from the shadows and landing upon him, jowls crunching down on his neck and ending his life quickly.

The black shape lifted it's dome and glanced around. Beads of blood stuck to it's lips, but the beast didn't notice. It sniffed the air, then turned to it's prey. With a lunge, it snapped it up in it's jowls and grunted. The wolven turned and walked carefully across the large meadow. Her dome was lowered slightly, her wide orbs watching. They were a beautiful blue with royal purple, which fascinated many creature's but their icy coldness kept other's away. Tear-shaped auds where pricked slightly, listening for other predators and for the slight shift of snow that might indicate a barb wire. Her pelt was standing on end, each purple black strand was erect with tension. Smooth muscles tense, and pillar's locked, ready to spring at the slightest movement that would be a attack. Paws sank into the snow slightly, thankfully her weight was low, so she was quick and agile, and didn't sink to far into the snow to get caught by those thick wire's that would easly cut through sinew and muscle.

The fae shivered at the thought. When she had been a mere yearling, still training her senses and her gift, she had came here, in spring like the fool she had been. She had run straight across the meadow without looking where she was going, and BAM a wire had grabbed a hold of her paw, sank to the bone, thanks to her thrashing, and dragged along with her as she headed home. The fae remembered quiet clearly how the shaman had helped her with her paw, and how he had punished her as soon as her paw healed. There was still a scaring on her pillar, but it wasn't quiet noticeable unless one looked at her pillar for a while and noticed the change of direction of fur, and the thin line of skin that was not covered in fur. Uh, she hated her stupidity but the fae had gotten wiser and was not as carefree as before.

Sighing through her nose, the fae dropped her prey onto the terra. Remembering one thing of the past usually brought up her parent's, and well, she missed them a lot and the wound still hurt. She dropped her gaze, knowing the grief that showed through her icy mask, and let one tear fall. Then, she took a deep breath, wiped her shoulder against her maw, and let the mask drop in place. Being weak would not help the pack, and as the delta female, she had to be strong. She closed off her emotions and heart once more, knowing if she had them open, she would be a weak fae, and that was wrong. She had to be a cold thing so she didn't fall in love, or make the wrong decision. Being cold helped her think, and made her strong and ready to face the hardest of decisions. That's what made her a great deltess, beside being loyal.

Turning her gaze onto the forest, she closed her orbs slightly. She was tired, her gift of dream-weaving made her strength and ability to stay awake during the day almost impossible. Yeah, she could run and fight, but even bringing down a rabbit drained her strength. That's why she should have eaten it, but instead she turned away, and headed for the forest. She had not been eating recently, and her condition was declining. She was skinnier, and her energy coming less and less. Yet somehow she kept it from the pack, and they didn't notice. It wasn't as she wanted to die or anything, but a dream had been nagging at her, and she did not have the time or patience to eat or really do anything anymore beside stare into the distance and be snappy to everyone. God her nerves where set thin.

The black fae stepped into the forest, and she sighed. Her name was Ri, she was one of the most power dream-weaver's, and she was the deltess of the Vangi pack, a job earned by her courage and loyalty not by being lazy and because of her goddess like looks.

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