tSS Valik'Shaa app

My Fem Drow Character for
Yes...her clothes are revealing but I want to be sure to practice on human anatomy so it was must ;A; My characters are normally modest OTL But I'm happy the way she came out and I'm excited to get to work on her app 8D
Next up is her dragon but that'll come in a day maybe. Her info is below and will remain a WIP as I work on it bit by bit <3

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Name:

Valik'Shaa Falsva
Also goes by Val from friends and even strangers

Age:

303 Years Old (28 in Appearance)

Gender:

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Race:

Drow

Deity:

She had no allied religion that she swears by

Faction:

Vanguard

Rank/Occupation:

Tactician

Dragon:

Ventus

Family:

Father: Fashji Falsva | Drow | Deceased

Mother: Kegra'Va Falsva | Drow | Unknown

Siblings: Lihi'Vin Falsva | Drow | Deceased

Physical Appearance:

Face - Skin is a pale gray tone, which differs from her parents' purplish hued bodies. Her eyes are a vibrant gold and her face sleek and slender. She has some partial tattooing along her body, but specifically under her eyes along the rim. Her hair falls about mid back once let down, and has a small wave to it. In training she ties it up but once night rolls around she tends to let it down, allowing herself to cool off from the duties of the day.
Build - Her body has been molded by years of travel and banditry. She has used her genetical good looks to get her many things in her short lifetime, but at the end of the day she can never be taken very seriously by men around her. Yes, she can be the most intimidating of drow but her looks tend to create mixed feelings amongst the people around her. A few scars are etched on her gray skin, most on her waist and back. She tends to cover the ones on her neck with pieces of cloth because they bring back a certain memory she'd rather forget.
Fashion- Revealing. She enjoys feeling less burdened by clothing but still prefers to keep her skin not so battered. When in a fight she's pretty good at keeping her distance or dodging attacks, especially with minimal amount of fabric getting in her way. She clothes herself more when a battle is to wage.
Notes - None at the moment

Personality:

{} Loyal - Aside from being a drow, who tend to be only loyal to themselves, she can be quite loyal to the cause and her Vanguard-kin. Sure, she will not right off the bat agree to throw her life away for trivial events but she'll almost always offer her assistance after gaining intel and a battle plan. She's certainly not desperate and she's not readily open to losing lives for the sake of being called a reliable source to the Vanguard. To those close enough for her to consider 'friends' she can be very loyal but not extremely open to letting them know about her true feelings and intentions. She will; however, do everything within her power, and against her selfish drow instincts, to keep them safe.
{} Intuitive - This trait allows Val to be fairly decent at her occupation, and to be honest she isn't very modest when it comes to flaunting her position. She's lived many years and experienced the stupidity of every race. Overtime she's gained intuition on the usual choices made around her. The events that soon follow said decisions and she's gotten quite skilled at foretelling an outcome. She goes "with her gut" on most decisions being made, and because of her rather scandalous adventures, she tends to be right, or rather, offer proper advice to her superiors. If Val is around a person long enough their actions and words become somewhat foreseeable, but this does not stop her from socializing, if anything it allows her to easily speak amongst her Faction-kin, becoming comfortable with the outcomes she assumes will play out. But you know what happens when one assumes.
{} Passionate - A fire deep in the pit of her stomach drives the young Drow woman to do just about anything she sets her mind to do. Once she's convinced an action needs to be taken she quickly begins to make preparations to make it happen. She can get quite grating on the nerves when she's needing to get something squared away, especially if she has to depend on someone else to finish the job.
{} Romantic - Most know the drow to be extremely seductive and conniving when it comes to romance and love. Although most of her daily routine includes flirting it never goes any farther than that. With many years under her belt, and having to deal with countless dead beats and adulterers who used her to snuff away their pitiful life she's decided to put it behind her. Although her old urges return from time to time she's restrained herself in hopes of finding a man to love her for the remainder of their lives. Deep down she's a hopeless romantic, and with Ventus constantly reminding her to stay away from her prior wicked ways she remains loyal to herself...waiting.
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{} Cynical - It's hard for her to believe whole-heartedly that others around her do things without thought of personal gain. She's seen many around her use the ones they live, spite ones they used to call friends, all to just further themselves. Her opinion tends to teeter though on the people she has met, but for the most part she has a rather negative look on life.
{} Impatient - Boredom is a common occurrence for the drow woman and she tends to try and speed up conversations that no longer peak her interest. Sometimes she'll even walk away mid-conversation, without any warning. Its a rather rude behavior but sometimes she doesn't even know she's done it, and will grunt in apology.
{} Jealous - The same trait that keeps her loyal also has it's rather alarming side. Val can get jealous very easily. This tends to stream from her being territorial with just about everything--Friends, Rank, Clothing, etc. She can become very aggressive or even just grumpy, detaching herself from the situation as to not harm anyone with her temper who happens to be nearby. If she's feeling especially moody and her things are being threatened she can become physically violent as well as verbally. It's best not to talk to her close friends for too long or have her believe someone is trying to seize her rank. She also hates when someone tries to do her job and it's very easy to tell what she is feeling, especially when she want to ring someone's neck.
{} Domineering - Val is by no means humble or modest about herself and her abilities. Depending on the will of others around her, she finds it rather easy and pathetic how quickly she can impose her will on others. She can be quite persuasive or even aggressively intimidating.

Equipment:

{} Darts | Ranged - She carries a small pouch of darts normally dipped in a paralytic toxin or fatal poison. She does not used these often but can make them by hand on her spare time.
{} Scythe | Melee - Made from obsidian stone and dark mahogany wood. It was hand crafted from an old Dusk elf that gave her refuge for a week or so in the colder months after running away.

{} Fur Armor | Armor - Tailored from rabbits and fox, she has been able to strip the flesh clean and tailored it protect her body. It is light yet durable.
{} Riding Shield | Shield - A small, stylish shield held on her wrist, Also made from obsidian and mahogany wood.

{} Napsack Items include - Flint, Scrap wood, Coin Purse, Bed roll, Change of Clothing, Brush for Ventus.

Accessories:

Tattoos - Yellow tattoos along her shoulder and eyes

History:

In the Beginning...
Amongst the blackened caverns of Melindev lived a small family of drow. Generations had found solace in these caverns, spawning friendships, relationships, and offspring to hopefully one day inspire fear at the hands of their ever increasing population. One family in particular did not heed the call for a large family though and instead gave birth to two young daughters, about 1 year apart from one another. The Falsva Family could not ask for a better place to raise their family. The coolness of the caves, the desolate caverns that offered solitude, and even more important, the lack of anything but drow. Of course on the surface they were met with the occasional orc or dwarf but nothing so putrid as an elf or even the lowly human.  All in all for years both parents took part in raising their daughters, Valik'Shaa and Lihi'Vin. Valik was always the wandering soul, always seeking things out of curiosity and it came to the point where she sought the light of day. Lihi always warned her to stay close, but being the youngest of the sisters her words were not heeded by Valik and so Valik did as she pleased. During the mornings a child Valik would climb to the surface just to catch the light of the sunrise as it passed behind the large mountains shielding her home. Fashji, her father, would more times than not come to find her and gently herd her back to the safety of the caverns. Accompanying the young drow home would result in tales of disgusting creatures who would threaten her life if she continued to visit the surface of Melindev, tales of elves no less.

Overtime Valik did well to listen to her father, but in time both parents realized how horribly depressed and detached young Valik was becoming. Yes she was hitting her late toddler years and moodiness was normal but her dark depression seemed to stream from another source all together. After 110 years of raising their family in the safety of center Melindev, they moved to the outskirts just near the water where Valik's mood changed dramatically. Both parents watched their daughter happily, she was finding glee in every morning's sun. Not to say she didn't enjoy the darkness but the light was always a thrilling phenomenon to see. Her parents were merely happy to see their daughters safe and happy.

Little Bandit...
In time Valik began to travel farther from home when her mother was busy, sowing armor together for their little side shop, getting a bit farther every day before heading back home during the day. One fine evening though the little drow found herself in a small camp. The smells were intoxicatingly good and the noises of jubilee where much different than the solemn calm or heavy irritation that could be heard back at home. The creatures here were different as well. Lighter toned, pointed ears much like her family, but they seemed all around more lively. For the time she hid behind trees, taking in the awe that was inspired while she watched from the shadows. Little did the little drow know she had stumbled upon a small trading caravan, a group of about 30 men and women heading to the Kingdom of Ival, where everyone was welcomed. Valik waited until the sunset, her mind now reveling in what she had just witnessed. It was so different, freeing even. They danced, laughed, touched one another in passing with so much care and no words having to have been spoken.  Once it was dark the small drow roamed the outskirts in search of the potential cause for the open behavior. Perhaps it was the food? She thought innocently before targeting her choice of meal. Slowly she stalked the plate nearest the shadows but right before touching the warm pastry she was startled by a man who had been behind her for sometime. The man grabbed the drow's wrist and pulled her to the side, away from the others who had not noticed the event playing out. 
Valik struggled against him, even threatening to bite his fingers if he did not let go.
"Shhhh shh hey I'm not going to hurt you, little one!" He spoke reassuringly, his blue eyes alone spoke with confirmation.
"Y-You speak like I do…" Valik stopped struggling for a moment, as her befuddled gaze met his. 
"I do, young drow, now what is it you seek here? I'm sure you have a family out searching for you. I could pack you some food if that is what you'd wish?"
Valik nodded.
The night was growing darker as Alrick, Val having learned his name along the way, was lead by the small drow towards the lake. The man slowed his pace as he grew closer, knowing full well no man would care to be seen near Melindev. Valik stopped once she heard rushed footsteps coming from some nearby forest. Alrick took Valik by the arm and brought her to stand safely behind him, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword and from the darkened wall of trees came a frantic Kegra'Val. She stopped short in fear of the man standing before her. Her mood quickly changed when her daughter peered from behind the man, pleading with her mother not to attack.
"I found your daughter and offered to escort her home..." Alrick spoke cautiously before slowly moving from Val's way. It was then Kegra leapt to her daughter, crushing her in a tight embrace. She cooed her child with tears of glee and anger, anger in herself for letting her child get so far. After a few moments she kissed her daughter's head and stood up, looking over to Alrick. Pushing past her pride she managed to thank him, even allowing herself to give him a quick peck on the cheek. Alrick dipped his head and handed her the food he had carried for Val.
"Now how about we try not to frighten your mother again, huh?" The charming man looked to Val with a smile and in return Val smiled back and dipped her head. Together both drow began to walk back to the island, Kegra looking back only once, for a moment, her eyes lingering on the man, before he too disappeared into the forest.

The Dark Cupid...
It had been 2 years or so since Val had wandered off, that night her mother having 'scolded' her with love and weighted words. Her father was never told about the human that helped Val get home, just simply Val had gotten lost and was quickly found. Val had always wondered why her mother lied about Alrick, but it became apparent as time passed by. The night the star fell to earth was a spectacle for all. The two young sisters had been outside that night waiting to see if anymore starts would fall, it was then they watched their mother secretly leave the home and head off the island and into the forest. Following her quietly had revealed she had been meeting up with Alrick those past couple of years. The girls were confused and quickly found their way home. They made a pact never to tell their father, but Lihi's resolve was not as strong as her older sister and once her father came home she sought him in secret, revealing her suspicions. Their father did not take action, instead it looked like he had dismissed the accusations...that was until one night, everything went murderously wrong.

The family was all but asleep, Kegra was finishing up some last minute tailoring to some armor that needed to be done the day after next. Fashji had come in early as always from his job as kingdom patrol. The air around him smelled of Ale which quickly caught Kegra's attention. A crash and scream caught both sleeping drows' attention and in an instant they jumped from their beds and ran to the front of the cavern where the commotion had been heard. By the time they had made it Fashji had Kegra pinned, and he had her in a choke hold. Val, jumper to her mother's aid, trying to get her drunken father off, but he had been too strong. He pushed the young drow away but as quickly as he did Lihi had plunged her body against him. As if it was a reflex the father hit the smaller drow into the wall, her body falling limp to the floor. The scene was maddening. Seizing the opportunity Kegra grabbed a blunt piece of metal from her work station and she beat it against her husband hysterically. The time that passed was slow, Val merely watching in horror. Her mother fell to her knees sobbing, the bodies of her youngest daughter and mate lay on the horse hide carpet...

Flight...
Out of humiliation and intense grief Kegra took Valik from their home that very night and left Melindev. She stowed away in a forest South from Ival where she trapped her daughter in solitude. For months Kegra stowed away in darkness, grief eating away from her. She began to take her overwhelming anger and sadness out on Valik. Blaming her for the whole ordeal. It was HER fault she had even met Alrick, who had not only been human but he was also half elf, making the whole situation worse. Kegra blamed the young drow for her husband finding out, when it had ben Lihi who had told him. Val refused to accuse her sister, keeping her memory a good one in her mother's ailing mind. This torture went on for years. And for years the young drow would put up with the overwhelming mental and physical abuse, hoping one day the mother she knew would return to her....

Partner in Arms...
Feeling absolutely alone the young drow had been sitting by the side of a frozen lake just beyond her poor excuse of a home. Winter had come brutally, whisking away any hope the young drow had of running away from her mother. She couldn't survive the winter alone, not without supplies which the small family was running low on. Anger began to envelop her, numbing her loyalty to her mother, but she still felt conflicting, perhaps hope that her mother would change. She sat atop the bank, contemplating taking her own life...the cowards way out. Knees pulled to her chest she just sat there and sobbed quietly. As the sun began to rise her sobs softened to low sniffles which were then interrupted by the slightest of crackling sounds. Behind her, in the hollow husk of a tree sat the most prettiest of stones, and yet it had begun to crack and shiver. As if her sorrows were forgotten for that moment she watched the stone begin to chip away and before long the smallest of creatures rolled from the shell. Valik scrabbled backward, watching the hatchling feel its way around the cold world. Beneath its small claws steam melted from the snow. Valik froze as the small dragon caught her in his gaze and wobbled toward her, right into her arms, innocently seeking solace from the terrifying and new world around him. Valik didn't have the nerve to push the creature away and instead wrapped her arms around the warm creature, all thoughts of taking her life now dissipated. She had a purpose now...

Her mother, at the time, was so enveloped in her depressed stupor that she didn't notice her daughter return, or the dragon pup cradled in her arms. For a year she kept her dragon a secret from her mother, not that it was very hard. The woman that used to be her mother was now a shell of herself, merely an unstable ghost that roamed the small home. Ventus, affectionately named after a Drow warlord from an ancient tale told to Val by her father, made the home his own, following Val in and out as she gathered supplies and attempted to hunt. Having an untrained dragon tail you was never good for hunting, especially when he seemed to step on every damn branch that littered the ground. They managed though, most days Val would try to train Ventus to the best of her abilities. He began to grow restless and he was gaining height rather quickly. It got to a point where Ventus could no longer fit comfortably into the home.

On a rather dark night Val's mother had gone into another rage, Val having left Ventus at home to watch over her mother. Ventus was always kind to Kegra but that night he bounded out of the home after checking on her, only to have Kegra throw freezing water at the fire dragon. Valik ran to the home, pulling the bucket from her mother and pushing the woman to the ground. As if blinded by some crazed demon. She attacked Valik angrily, scratching at her face, nails penetrating skin. Ventus managed to remove the woman from his bonded rider, sending the woman into a frenzied sob. Anger coursed through the young drow's blood and without giving it a second though she hopped onto Ventus and rode off into the darkened night, vengeance in her golden gaze.

Death of the Innocent...
She had searched for a year, sneaking amongst the shadows of old bars or town homes. But she was greatly rewarded given time. Alrick had just finished eating dinner with his new family. And as he took a chance to take a breather outside Valik had caught him off guard...and slit his throat. As he died in her arms she apologized angrily yet sincerely, saying it was something that needed to be done. Her deed did not end there; however, and proceeded to dump the body, of the only man who had been nice to her, at her mother's footstep before once more disappearing into the night, never to return to that poor excuse of a home.

Path to Discovery...
Over the next 200+ years Valik'shaa and Ventus roamed the lands of Khalla, joining the occasional bandit ring or mercenary hub. She became renown for her looks and ferocity in both battle and in bed. Not something she likes to admit but it earned her a living. No man ever dared mess with her, for the ones that did met their demise at the jaws of Ventus. The two had developed a strong bond over the years of travel, Valik having raised the beast and Ventus having supported the fiery Drow through thick and thin, regardless if he hated the fact she sold her body for quick money. The years around that time were uneventful aside from the occasional bar fights with orc woman or Valik'shaa threatening the life of an elf or human. She seemed to hate both equally. Her purpose in life seemed to fade and she found herself becoming more angry and irritable...she needed something more.

Kin...
On a routine fly through some choice low lying clouds, the two had heard screams, cries for help. Thinking on it for a moment they both caustiously agreed to inspect what had been going on. A band of oddly clad men were attacking a woman and her son. In need of some action Valik'shaa, with the help of her Fire-breathing Ventus, took down the men, sending most fleeing for their lives. Valik had gained a few untimely gashes but otherwise she escaped with her life intact. The woman had thanked her for her services. She offered money but the drow woman declined, only wanting to know where a woman and her son would be off to by themselves. The woman was on her way to meet up with her husband who had joined a band of Fighters known as the Vanguard.Out of curiosity she escorted the two to the meeting spot, and it was there she began her journey toward the ranks of the Vanguard.

In time she showed her worth, rising up the ranks. It took her sometime, no one in their right mind trusting a drow. But she had decent skill which could not be denied. After years of proving herself she made it to tactician, where she now advises happily.

Interesting Extra Info:

{} Shes a sucker for blue eyes

{} Prefers being up close and personal in battle, to watch the fear in her victims eyes and feel the defeat in her hands.

{} Despite being a rather aggressive drow she enjoys company, the right company, and actually prefers to cook. She can make
a great host if she put her mind to it.

{} Although having been a dragon rider for decades she still has a subtle fear of heights, thus making it hard to fly Ventus on occasion, but she sucks it.

Relationships:

Hate

Dislike

Acquaintance

Friend

Good Friend

Crush

Love

Family

Unsure

Roleplay Example:

From %The-8th-Zone

Jack pursed her lips and nodded slowly before pulling a scrunchy from her pocket and pulling her long blond hair into a ponytail. Flopping her paws to her side she merely looked around at the cars and dirtied corners of the old makeshift mechanic shop. "Thats a good question….We're running low on a lot of things lately" she breathed as her duo colored eyes continued to glance around the darkening shop before landing back on Marley. "I don't think we have what you need unfortunately" she chirped again resting her paws on her hips. "Its about Halting time, I'm sure the boat can wait. How about you and me go get some grub" Jackie's smirk seemed a bit crazed but she played it off happily. The white she-cat laced her arm through Marley's before yanking her softly toward the mechanic shop door. One thing about Jack, she has no respect for others personal space, not in the slightest. They were all practically family now, a very large extended family so why not be allowed to get chummy with the cats you were probably gonna die with. Her eyes glinted with curious joy as she led the golden she-cat out the shop completely. The sun had just about rested behind The Woods, its glinting rays briefly falling upon their pelts as it seemingly shifted in goodbye till the morrow. Jack unlatched their arms to pull down the garage door, bring it down slowly before letting it slam to the ground. She grimaced for a moment, the all too familiar sound brought back some rather painful and stifled memories. Escape from the gang. Infected everywhere. The loss of her mother's forearm. She cleared her throat before straightening up and wiping the grime of her paws. "Shall we?" she coaxed Marley with a smile, obviously wanting to interact with the she-cat further.

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