A closer look
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“She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.”
― Nicole Lyons
V A L E R I A
Feminine | "To be strong" | LatinUnisex | "Eagle" | Latin
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Basics
⎨NAME⎬
Her full name is Valeria Aquila.
⎨ALIAS(ES)⎬
She usually goes by Val and that's about it.
⎨AGE⎬
She looks 26 years old.
But is really around 2000 years old.
⎨NATIONALITY⎬
She is born and raised in the roman empire.
⎨RESIDENCE⎬
She currently resides in Oxford, England.
⎨OCCUPATION⎬
Currently pretending to be a student at Oxford University, studying finances.
⎨BUILD⎬
A slimmer tall female, who is athletically trained which shows on her muscles and abs.
⎨COMPLEXION⎬
Has a natural olive undertone, as she has roots in asia.
⎨HEIGHT⎬
She is 162,7 centimeters tall.
⎨EYES⎬
Dark brown eyes.
⎨HAIR⎬
Sort of wavy dark hair, almost black.
⎨TRADEMARKS⎬
Has way of carrying herself, that isn't ordinary to the people her age, and this century.
⎨QUIRKS⎬
x.
⎨SEXUALITY⎬
She considers herself to be pansexual.
⎨STRENGTHS⎬
Resilient, Intelligent, Resourceful, Free of attachments which makes her capable of making hard decision that other people can't, Brave, A strong fighter, Survivalist.
⎨WEAKNESSES⎬
Can be considered cold hearted in some decisions she make, manipulative in the way she adapts to the situations she is in, master in lying and masking herself to be something else, deceiving, distanced from the regular world and has troubles relating to regular humans and their normal lifespans.
⎨LIKES⎬
Reading newspapers as it really the only thing she can read that will never run out of date, tea, enjoys staying active and moving around rather than sitting still for long periods of time - though she can easily do both, she likes hiking and exploring nature especially as the world has grown so different from what she had when she was young - so enjoys seeing what is left.
⎨DISLIKES⎬
Generally dislikes most thing modern as she finds everything deeply annoying, modern music, the stupidity of the human race that is currently inhabitating the modern world, people who asks lots of questions, has a general dislike for people who likes to describe themselves as "old souls" - does not like people who describe themselves as hopeless romantics, or fools in loves.
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Background
“How I miss wandering around with old souls,
Aimlessly moving from one place to another
How I miss all our dreams and our goals
And how we've lost ourselves to find each other.”
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
ANCIENT
ONE
Valeria Aquila was born in 87 BC just outside Akragas, Sicily, a part of the area commonly referred as Magna Graecia. Born following the uncertain times of the Social War, the timing was not a complete coincidence. Nothing was a coincidence when it came to her or her sisters’ origin, nothing that followed was left to the Fates. She was bred, so were the others, to make powerful warriors with abilities beyond those of a normal human. The group, which would be her only family, had no need for a name. It had, once, but it was already long forgotten since their legacy was more than enough. She was barely 5, when civil war broke out once again. While most would be horrified, suddenly being surrounded by war, this was the perfect test especially for the younglings. She had already started training at this point and knew little to nothing but the brutalities of training as well as the sisterhood. This was the perfect opportunity to learn not only of war, but of the horrors of men.
They moved in the shadows and followed the beat of chaos wherever it brought them. While Sicily was a base and had been for a few centuries, it was never meant to be a home: Homes were not a part of their blood or bond, it was merely a base, a rendezvous, a place for few memories. They had built the perfect training grounds to mold the new and keep the old alert and these were the closest Valeria had to home, even when her and her closest sisters started moving around when she turned 8. The country was riddled with the chaos of Sulla, the proscriptions of anyone against the regime, political turmoil, and knowledge and skills to be gained. Valeria saw the country, the roads, the oceans, few specs of peace, a multitude of war. She was taught to fight, but her mind was kept sharp too, preparing her for when she would soon be on her own. They were not mere killer machines nor simple tools of war, they were meant to be calculated and cunning, capable of making decisions based on objective thought; and Valeria was a natural.
“The day will come
When my voice is no longer heard
But within the words of this poem
I will continue to watch over you.”
At the age of 14, Valeria witnessed the Capuan revolt, the first major event she would be old enough to understand as a major point in history – and it would only be one of many: From the first triumvirate to the final victory of Octavian, the future emperor Augustus. During these almost 30 years, Valeria moved around, following history around, never taking part upfront, but pulling the strings in the dark with her sisters. She was let on her own at the age of 16, but they always found each other along the way, crossing each other’s paths. Valeria would spend more and more time on her own as the years went by. She would leave Italy, travelling not only Europe, but Africa and Asia too, wherever the path took her; it was not a job, it was a way of life.
Eventually, Valeria stopped aging. She knew it would come; it came to all her sisters. The years went by, but she stood still, remaining the physical form of 25 years old. Age no longer mattered; time no longer passed. Their base in Sicily was compromised and they started moving along where history took them. They branched out, reaching the Americas, the sisterhood grew, but even so Valeria remained, only adding more bloodshed, more death, more void. Relationships came and went, men and women alike, all of them mortal, all of them gone. Eternity quickly became routine, especially as history started repeating itself, but that only kept the group relevant as ever as men never learned, as if only her and her sisters remembered: because they lived it.
As times became repetitive, Valeria took a step back. Continuous living is tiresome and for a time she just wanted to lean back and enjoy the riches she had collected up throughout the centuries; draw inspiration from the lack of care she had seen repeatedly unfold before her very eyes. If they never learnt to care, why should she? She settled as much as she could, watching history play out without taking a part of it, even when she should have stepped up, but eternity really is a mood killer; but relaxing can do that to you too. As restlessness grabbed her, the opportunity came, though opportunities in her world always dressed in tragedy. She had been moving around England, when she head of the murders in Oxford; metahumans targeted, no suspects, no motives beyond that of their race. What might look lesser in the eye of historic events, Valeria stayed. She enrolled, easily, into Oxford, even though she simply wanted to pose as a student, entering the master’s programme in Criminology and Criminal Justice. Now, she could move around freely, observing, lurking once again in the shadows amongst both potential victims and murderers: She was back. -
Core traits
“I'm not young. I've never had any youth.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet
○ TRAIT
Adj. | re·sil·ient | re·sil·ient
to come.○ TRAIT
Adj. | skill·ful | skill·ful
to come..
○ TRAIT/b]
Adj. | re·served |re·served
restrained in words and actions.
to come.○ TRAIT
Adj. | an·gry | an·gry
to come.
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Abilities
M E T A H U M A N
I cannot live in the new time anyway, because I belong to the old time, which is dead.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, The Little Town Where Time Stood Still
"Metahuman" is a term coined by the regular humans, and used to describe any human being with what are commonly described as "super powers".
The prefix meta-, in this context, simply means "beyond"—as in metastable, which is "beyond regular stability; ready to collapse at the slightest disruption", or metamorphosis, which is "the state of going beyond a single shape". So, "metahuman" simply describes persons and/or abilities beyond normal human limits.
If you remove Valeria's immortality, she would not be considered a particularly strong metahuman, but given that nothing could ever kill her, she is considered quite a strong metahuman because she can seemingly cheat the most human thing on earth - death. She's also considered a strong metahuman because of how much knowledge she can gather due her long lifespan.
|IMMORTALITY|Valeria possesses immortality: an endless lifespan, as she can never die, never age, and can shrug off virtually any kind of physical damage. Valeria is the type of immortality, where she is completely capable of surviving anything that may hit her, whether it be physical harm, climate changes, hunger, none of it hurts her. Unlike some healers, who can feel the pain before they heel, she is incapable of feeling pain from a wound, and her body instantly adapts to whatever climate she is - meaning she can wear t-shirt in the snow and never suffer consequences from it, on top of it she can survive entirely without food and water and mostly drinks it just because she enjoys the taste of it, not because she needs it.
Valeria is capable of levivating through the air at her own will, and doesn't need any help to do so. She can fly at high speed, low speed, jump to high places if needed and in combination of her immortality abilities she is capable of flying through space too without suffering consequences of gravity or the protective layers of earths gravity.
|FLIGHT|
Valeria is easily, excluding her fellow sisters, one of the best martial artists in the world. She has had more than 1500 years to perfect her skillset, meaning she is absolutely not someone you want to go up against in a fight, even if you feel secure in your abilities of beating someone in close combat. The only ones who can truly beat her in close combat is her own sisters, and they will never fight her.
|MARTIAL ARTS|
Though not as strong as metahumans like Mikhail Annenkov, she has supernatural strength that makes her strong enough to carry a fullgrown man by a single hand, or punch through a brick wall. She cannot lift things as heavy as trains, but a small car she could probably stop from moving with a single punch.
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Signature
