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✧ Valentine Meier ✧
14yo; November 29, 2002
Assigned Female (He/Him), Preference unknown
Half-Demonic snake, Half-human
Student
10th Grade, High School
・・ APPEARANCE ・・
Valentine can be described as beautiful, delicate, or gentle; but he is easily described as serpent-like. Valentine stands at a height of 5'8ft, with a slim figure; he's rather long-limbed, with a fair skin complexion. His features in general appear delicate and feminine, but the doesn't let this get in the way of things.
His brown hair is cut short and asymmetric, with the left half of it reaching only to his ears and shaved at the bottom while the right half is longer, with the lower part of it kept in a small braid on most days. A few strands just fall over his face despite his efforts to comb them back. His eyes are the color of fresh grass, and while he has a soft face to make up for it, the cat-eye pupils seem make him look somewhat intimidating.
The most notable of his features are the very faint patches of greenish-gray scales that appear all over his body, mainly those around his face since they are not hidden out of view. Since getting the March Virus, his scale patterns have lessened to the ones he had since he was born. His scale patches around his eyes, giving him a sharper appearance, which continue to the back of his neck down to his the small of his back while it crosses shoulder to shoulder like a cross. Scales are also present around his wrists from the middle of his arm to the back of his hand with another at each sides of his thighs that run down to his knees where it gradually fades to skin. He also has a slim, forked tongue more snake-like than human.
He doesn't make any effort in hiding any of his snake features with clothing but rather, he wears heavy clothing to fend off the chill. The only parts he actively hides are the scarring that appear around his wrists and ankles. At least ankle-high boots and wrist-length gloves or arm bands are staples to his clothing to cover up the old scars.
Going into a more physical description: Valentine mostly identifies as male, despite not being verbal about it. And the fact he isn't verbal about it creates a lot of confusion for most other people. Having no access to any surgeries or any way of transitioning, Valentine continues to mature... in a direction he doesn't prefer. He doesn't seem very self conscious about it though, but he watches closely if his clothes start to show the little curves around his chest and waist. He makes sure his chest is properly bound when he goes out to meet people.
His brown hair is cut short and asymmetric, with the left half of it reaching only to his ears and shaved at the bottom while the right half is longer, with the lower part of it kept in a small braid on most days. A few strands just fall over his face despite his efforts to comb them back. His eyes are the color of fresh grass, and while he has a soft face to make up for it, the cat-eye pupils seem make him look somewhat intimidating.
The most notable of his features are the very faint patches of greenish-gray scales that appear all over his body, mainly those around his face since they are not hidden out of view. Since getting the March Virus, his scale patterns have lessened to the ones he had since he was born. His scale patches around his eyes, giving him a sharper appearance, which continue to the back of his neck down to his the small of his back while it crosses shoulder to shoulder like a cross. Scales are also present around his wrists from the middle of his arm to the back of his hand with another at each sides of his thighs that run down to his knees where it gradually fades to skin. He also has a slim, forked tongue more snake-like than human.
He doesn't make any effort in hiding any of his snake features with clothing but rather, he wears heavy clothing to fend off the chill. The only parts he actively hides are the scarring that appear around his wrists and ankles. At least ankle-high boots and wrist-length gloves or arm bands are staples to his clothing to cover up the old scars.
Going into a more physical description: Valentine mostly identifies as male, despite not being verbal about it. And the fact he isn't verbal about it creates a lot of confusion for most other people. Having no access to any surgeries or any way of transitioning, Valentine continues to mature... in a direction he doesn't prefer. He doesn't seem very self conscious about it though, but he watches closely if his clothes start to show the little curves around his chest and waist. He makes sure his chest is properly bound when he goes out to meet people.
・・ PERSONALITY ・・
Valentine appears timid at a glance and seems like he doesn't talk a lot. At least only until he actually interacts with people. Valentine is in no way shy or reserved — he's confident, proud, and his speech oozes with venom. Despite his fragile looking appearance, he can really bite. He stands up for himself and wouldn't hesitate to attack people if he sees it fit, not having any regrets if it comes to the point that he'll have blood in his hands. Regardless of who he's up against, everyone has a place in his black list, even if they run an entire kingdom all by themselves. He doesn't seem to offer much respect to older or authority figures in contrast to people of his age and he would attempt to topple others to assert himself.
That isn't to say Valentine doesn't experience fear: the thing is, he had experienced fear so much he wants to overcome everything in his own power to convince himself there is nothing for him to fear. His violent reactions to threats is evidence to the years of curling in fear to all of the people who'd given him a difficult time. He's wary of strangers lately, especially those older than him by years. He doesn't reveal any of these to strangers, or even friends, worried that they could use it as an advantage on him.
Trust is a very difficult thing for Valentine; he doesn't trust anyone — not even his own intuition. He takes it all with a grain of salt. He considers himself a bad judge of character, so regardless if the next person has the kindest looking face, he won't let his guard down. He uses the same devil-may-care attitude on them, challenging them despite himself, and uses that to guard himself against the people around him. While he'd be open to tell his story to others, It takes a while for him to warm up and trust them with his feelings.
Having been isolated from the world for most of life, Valentine experiments on hobbies and other things he could find to do for fun. He seems a bit like a glutton for many other things other than food, eager to try anything to fill his time. He doesn't like not doing anything even if it's only reading a random book--and a person like him could find anything interesting. He's actually pretty excitable and can turn his attention to various things at once.
That isn't to say Valentine doesn't experience fear: the thing is, he had experienced fear so much he wants to overcome everything in his own power to convince himself there is nothing for him to fear. His violent reactions to threats is evidence to the years of curling in fear to all of the people who'd given him a difficult time. He's wary of strangers lately, especially those older than him by years. He doesn't reveal any of these to strangers, or even friends, worried that they could use it as an advantage on him.
Trust is a very difficult thing for Valentine; he doesn't trust anyone — not even his own intuition. He takes it all with a grain of salt. He considers himself a bad judge of character, so regardless if the next person has the kindest looking face, he won't let his guard down. He uses the same devil-may-care attitude on them, challenging them despite himself, and uses that to guard himself against the people around him. While he'd be open to tell his story to others, It takes a while for him to warm up and trust them with his feelings.
Having been isolated from the world for most of life, Valentine experiments on hobbies and other things he could find to do for fun. He seems a bit like a glutton for many other things other than food, eager to try anything to fill his time. He doesn't like not doing anything even if it's only reading a random book--and a person like him could find anything interesting. He's actually pretty excitable and can turn his attention to various things at once.
・・ POWERS ・・
Taste for magic (Passive)
Valentine has a strange ability to "taste" magic. He can taste magic like chemicals in the air allowing him to know if there is any magical beings present, or there is a spell active in his surrounding (i.e. glamour, illusions). This makes him aware of the magic but it does not make him immune unless the spell can be counteracted with simply being aware of it such as some forms of manipulation magic. Flavors differ in terms of what type of magic is used or where it is harnessed from.
・・ SPECIES ABILITIES ・・
Viper Physiology
Valentine, even in his human form shows qualities of a snake. His movements are fluid and his body has the appearance of faint scale patches. His eyesight isn't the best and but his tongue seems to offer more in terms sensing his surroundings than the rest of his human senses. He's rather cold-blooded for someone with human qualities which makes him weaker to the cold, chosing to wear warmer clothes compared to most.
Much like his fellow vipers, Valentine has a venomous bite that has both proteolytic and neurotoxic components and contains hemotoxins with blood coagulant properties with effects very similar to actual sand vipers. His venom can cause pain, swelling, and discoloration around the infected area, often causing necrosis around the puncture immediately. Symptoms also include diziness and tingling. Paralysis may set in within three hours. The victim can ultimately die from the collapse in blood pressure caused by blood loss and coagulation.
Valentine is practically half-snake, which makes him more in-tune with nature and the animals. He is able to communicate with almost any animal but he is more attuned to snakes the most to the point that snakes would recognize him as kin. He can speak in their tongue as well as understand the language clearly compared to other animals to which he can only understand at a certain level.
Much like his fellow vipers, Valentine has a venomous bite that has both proteolytic and neurotoxic components and contains hemotoxins with blood coagulant properties with effects very similar to actual sand vipers. His venom can cause pain, swelling, and discoloration around the infected area, often causing necrosis around the puncture immediately. Symptoms also include diziness and tingling. Paralysis may set in within three hours. The victim can ultimately die from the collapse in blood pressure caused by blood loss and coagulation.
Valentine is practically half-snake, which makes him more in-tune with nature and the animals. He is able to communicate with almost any animal but he is more attuned to snakes the most to the point that snakes would recognize him as kin. He can speak in their tongue as well as understand the language clearly compared to other animals to which he can only understand at a certain level.
Demonic Physiology
While not fully being a demon, Valentine has inherited some of these qualities from his father. Negativity seems to come easy to him, evident from his violent nature. He isn't immortal but he heals faster than the average human and he seems to be more durable. He may possess longevity, slowing his aging once he reaches his twenties.
Valentine is born to a shapeshifter parent and he himself has inherited this ability from his father. It greatly altered his appearance, but it also allows him to change his shape to that of a snake that resembles a sand viper (Vipera Ammodytes). His length goes up to 4 feet and his scales take a dull, greenish-brown color with a zigzag dorsal stripe in a darker shade. He can keep either forms to indefinite lengths of time as he pleases but he is more comfortable with his human form due to having a human parent.
Valentine is born to a shapeshifter parent and he himself has inherited this ability from his father. It greatly altered his appearance, but it also allows him to change his shape to that of a snake that resembles a sand viper (Vipera Ammodytes). His length goes up to 4 feet and his scales take a dull, greenish-brown color with a zigzag dorsal stripe in a darker shade. He can keep either forms to indefinite lengths of time as he pleases but he is more comfortable with his human form due to having a human parent.
・・ BIOGRAPHY ・・
Valentine's origins was something he was only vaguely aware of. He learned of his father's demonic origins when he was five but that was most of what he knows. He was born with abnormalities, scale patches appearing on his skin, alarming his mother about his state. His mother chose to keep him from the world, fearing how the child may become a target for unpleasant whispers while his father seemed more lax about his condition. He was kept indoors for most of his childhood, unable to go outside for anything his heart desired.
Valentine was born Viverna Ricci Meier to a demon father and a human mother. and at the moment of his birth, they knew trouble would come for the child. They kept him at home, his mother, Delila, became his teacher, while his father, Lucien, continued with his own business. As he grew older, he began asking to go outside. His mother wouldn't let him. The farthest she would allow him was to their gardens, and even then no further from her sight. His mother reminded him how humans were evil, despite herself, and that if they would find him, they could hurt him. Valentine kept this to heart.
Delilah fell gravely ill when Valentine was only seven. Bedridden and unable to stand on her own two feet, Valentine had to learn on his own, with his ailing mother watching his side. Within months time, she passed away leaving her husband and child. Back then, Lucien had only the evenings to spend with him while rest of the day he was out of the house; Valentine was often left to the care of his tutor and the house servants. The house had become lonely for the child.
Little Valentine would ask his father if he could go out everytime and eventually, he did let him but on the condition that he was to hide his face under a hood with one or two servants closely watching. The first time had gone well, and the second, and the third and so forth. But things wouldn't turn out they way they wanted it. He had only turned nine; during one of their walks he was separated from his guardian. It happened all too quickly. He lost sight of his guardian, and then eveything went dark.
He could remember waking up to a dark room, he couldn't see anything but he felt something over his eyes and mouth along with ropes binding his arms and legs. He didn't know what was happening. His only thoughts were of his father being very worried about him.
Valentine couldn't count how long that was until he saw the light of day again. He found himself being ushered to a kind looking stranger. He smiled at him, calling him a "beautiful child" as he lead him into his home. The person called himself a connessieur of curiosities; he kept a lot of things in his house, decorating the entire place from the walls to the rails of the staircase. Valentine remembered asking for his family, but the man never responded whenever he asked, and on rarer times, threatened to hurt him if he insisted. The man dolled him up, dressed him in clothes that were too uncomfortable to breathe in, shoes that were too tight to walk in. He boasted him in front of his peers, calling him his little treasure.
Despite all that, behind all the glitters and frock, he wasn't treated well. On occasions he had asked to go outside, the man refused and sealed him up in his room; refusing to feed him until he begged. His room had steel bars on the window, chains drilled to the walls, and the bed was barely any comfortable in comparison to the house. Some treasure. He didn't like the look people gave him when he was showcased by the man. It became more and more humiliating and each day that passed, each look and whisper that seemed to be about him bubbled up in the pit of his stomach.
He wanted to get away. Every opportunity he got, he scoured the house, every moment he had, he planned and planned and planned for days. But right before he could set out his escape, he found himself being given away — sold to another person whose attention he'd caught.
For the second time, Valentine was shipped off far away to a man who claimed himself a collector of fascinating and rare creatures. He was treated no better, he was locked into another cage and kept in a zoo along with many others. Sure, he wasn't dressed line a mannequin on display, and he was fed and treated as a living being but he was treated more like a pet — he was fed in his cage that had no amenities to speak of, stuck with a leash when he was allowed out of his glass prison, and he was struck when he stepped out of line or refused to be herded back to his cage. He hated everything in that place. The man kept a lot of snakes, and that was all Valentine had for company.
One claimed to be the king of the collector's empire, and the first among his many pets. The snake offered his assistance to help him and the young one, eager for an escape quickly agreed. There was no terms of agreement, no deal to be made, except for a condition to unlock all the other cages. In the morning, the collector was found dead in his bed, passed away in his sleep. No one was found culprit except all the unlocked cages in the home that obviously had tenants hours prior. Officials that investigated the scene never found him or the snake in question.
Valentine snuck into a cart that was going to the other town, hopping along to find his way to a place where they couldn't possible reach him in such a short time. He ran into a man who offered him food and shelter. He seemed too kind, a gentle soul who couldn't seem to do harm and reached out to him out of goodwill. He didn't expect how wrong he was. He couldn't recall if it was the shabby looking place that gave it away or that he never really noticed what was going in on the first place.
He was shoved into a room with other people slightly older than him, the man's demeanor seemingly changed the moment they passed the door. They collared him, and treated him like some kind of slave. He didn't want to think any further than that. He didn't want to remember the words they called him with. His hands were tied up and they tighened the binds everytime he spoke out of line. His sole comfort was that he found friends in the other 'employees'. He hated it. He decided he would follow in the snake's example. He decided something but he wouldn't tell anyone but the day he would enact his plan, local officials had found their hiding place.
They found him and had him pulled out of the den. He immediately asked to be returned to his family but after weeks of search however, he was told that whoever his father was, the man had never existed. Poor little Valentine was heart broken when they brought him to an orphanage. None of his friends in the den went with him. Because of his deformities he was brought to a home called Adelhearst, a foster home for "Bizzare Children". It was infinitely better if he was going to be honest. The caretakers were actually looking after him; he was treated as a human being, and they actually looked after his needs. Not even to mention the special care they gave him when he was new, apperently with consideration of his experience in the past four years. He wouldn't really say the same for the other children though. The special treatment, coupled with his appearance made him a target for some of the older children who had nothing else on their hands.
At this point, Valentine had lost all patience. He didn't want to wait anymore and at any instance he felt threatened, he gave in to the urges to fight back. The admins of the foster home evertually decided to isolate him into a other room just so they could have some quiet at night, only letting him out when they could watch over him in case another fight broke out. He spent almost a year in this home until a scout arrived for him and had moved him to a foster home in a far off island called Manta Carlos.
Valentine was born Viverna Ricci Meier to a demon father and a human mother. and at the moment of his birth, they knew trouble would come for the child. They kept him at home, his mother, Delila, became his teacher, while his father, Lucien, continued with his own business. As he grew older, he began asking to go outside. His mother wouldn't let him. The farthest she would allow him was to their gardens, and even then no further from her sight. His mother reminded him how humans were evil, despite herself, and that if they would find him, they could hurt him. Valentine kept this to heart.
Delilah fell gravely ill when Valentine was only seven. Bedridden and unable to stand on her own two feet, Valentine had to learn on his own, with his ailing mother watching his side. Within months time, she passed away leaving her husband and child. Back then, Lucien had only the evenings to spend with him while rest of the day he was out of the house; Valentine was often left to the care of his tutor and the house servants. The house had become lonely for the child.
Little Valentine would ask his father if he could go out everytime and eventually, he did let him but on the condition that he was to hide his face under a hood with one or two servants closely watching. The first time had gone well, and the second, and the third and so forth. But things wouldn't turn out they way they wanted it. He had only turned nine; during one of their walks he was separated from his guardian. It happened all too quickly. He lost sight of his guardian, and then eveything went dark.
He could remember waking up to a dark room, he couldn't see anything but he felt something over his eyes and mouth along with ropes binding his arms and legs. He didn't know what was happening. His only thoughts were of his father being very worried about him.
Valentine couldn't count how long that was until he saw the light of day again. He found himself being ushered to a kind looking stranger. He smiled at him, calling him a "beautiful child" as he lead him into his home. The person called himself a connessieur of curiosities; he kept a lot of things in his house, decorating the entire place from the walls to the rails of the staircase. Valentine remembered asking for his family, but the man never responded whenever he asked, and on rarer times, threatened to hurt him if he insisted. The man dolled him up, dressed him in clothes that were too uncomfortable to breathe in, shoes that were too tight to walk in. He boasted him in front of his peers, calling him his little treasure.
Despite all that, behind all the glitters and frock, he wasn't treated well. On occasions he had asked to go outside, the man refused and sealed him up in his room; refusing to feed him until he begged. His room had steel bars on the window, chains drilled to the walls, and the bed was barely any comfortable in comparison to the house. Some treasure. He didn't like the look people gave him when he was showcased by the man. It became more and more humiliating and each day that passed, each look and whisper that seemed to be about him bubbled up in the pit of his stomach.
He wanted to get away. Every opportunity he got, he scoured the house, every moment he had, he planned and planned and planned for days. But right before he could set out his escape, he found himself being given away — sold to another person whose attention he'd caught.
For the second time, Valentine was shipped off far away to a man who claimed himself a collector of fascinating and rare creatures. He was treated no better, he was locked into another cage and kept in a zoo along with many others. Sure, he wasn't dressed line a mannequin on display, and he was fed and treated as a living being but he was treated more like a pet — he was fed in his cage that had no amenities to speak of, stuck with a leash when he was allowed out of his glass prison, and he was struck when he stepped out of line or refused to be herded back to his cage. He hated everything in that place. The man kept a lot of snakes, and that was all Valentine had for company.
One claimed to be the king of the collector's empire, and the first among his many pets. The snake offered his assistance to help him and the young one, eager for an escape quickly agreed. There was no terms of agreement, no deal to be made, except for a condition to unlock all the other cages. In the morning, the collector was found dead in his bed, passed away in his sleep. No one was found culprit except all the unlocked cages in the home that obviously had tenants hours prior. Officials that investigated the scene never found him or the snake in question.
Valentine snuck into a cart that was going to the other town, hopping along to find his way to a place where they couldn't possible reach him in such a short time. He ran into a man who offered him food and shelter. He seemed too kind, a gentle soul who couldn't seem to do harm and reached out to him out of goodwill. He didn't expect how wrong he was. He couldn't recall if it was the shabby looking place that gave it away or that he never really noticed what was going in on the first place.
He was shoved into a room with other people slightly older than him, the man's demeanor seemingly changed the moment they passed the door. They collared him, and treated him like some kind of slave. He didn't want to think any further than that. He didn't want to remember the words they called him with. His hands were tied up and they tighened the binds everytime he spoke out of line. His sole comfort was that he found friends in the other 'employees'. He hated it. He decided he would follow in the snake's example. He decided something but he wouldn't tell anyone but the day he would enact his plan, local officials had found their hiding place.
They found him and had him pulled out of the den. He immediately asked to be returned to his family but after weeks of search however, he was told that whoever his father was, the man had never existed. Poor little Valentine was heart broken when they brought him to an orphanage. None of his friends in the den went with him. Because of his deformities he was brought to a home called Adelhearst, a foster home for "Bizzare Children". It was infinitely better if he was going to be honest. The caretakers were actually looking after him; he was treated as a human being, and they actually looked after his needs. Not even to mention the special care they gave him when he was new, apperently with consideration of his experience in the past four years. He wouldn't really say the same for the other children though. The special treatment, coupled with his appearance made him a target for some of the older children who had nothing else on their hands.
At this point, Valentine had lost all patience. He didn't want to wait anymore and at any instance he felt threatened, he gave in to the urges to fight back. The admins of the foster home evertually decided to isolate him into a other room just so they could have some quiet at night, only letting him out when they could watch over him in case another fight broke out. He spent almost a year in this home until a scout arrived for him and had moved him to a foster home in a far off island called Manta Carlos.
・・ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ・・
2002 November : Born
2002 - 2017 : Biography
2017 March : Contracted the March Virus which rearranged his scale patches
2002 - 2017 : Biography
2017 March : Contracted the March Virus which rearranged his scale patches
・・ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION ・・
- Valentine didn't change his name until he was transferred into the orphanage in Idaho and only started presenting as male when he was moved to Manta Carlos. He keeps his surname in hopes of running into his father one day.
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