Valencia. /First Name
Amirah. /Middle Name de Beaumont. /Last name Val, Len. /Alias The Long Night's Moon. / DOB Honestly doesn't remember. / POB Wandering. / Location Human, Vampiric. / Race Hetero. / Orientation Swinging Single. / Status Fancies herself a pirate. / Occupation Darcie de Beaumont (Deceased). / Mother Victor de Beaumont. / Father Victoria de Beaumont. / Sister Valeria de Beaumont. / Sister ./ Pet Ventrue (Toreadore). / Clan 6th. / Gen by Diablerie 7th. / Original Gen Victor de Beaumont. / Sire |
Age \ Appears Twenty-Seven
Actual Age \ 553 Height \ Five foot, four inches. Weight \ Fluctuates around one hundred. Physique \ Lithe. Eye \ Bright clear green. Hair \ Red, long, wavy. Scarring \ Various scars. Tattoo \ Large tattoo on back covering a large scar. Temperament \ Sweet. A bit sassy at times, mostly overly sweet. Fears \ Not much, but will overcome anything she truly does fear. Loves \ Chocolate. Chocolate. Chocolate. Hates \ Wine. Ugh. Hobbies \ Whittling, singing. Spoken languages \ English, Mandarin, Elvish Keepsake \ Gold and pearl ring. Theme \ The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty - Panic! At The Disco. |
Small Beginnings
Once upon a time there was an ugly duckling. She was the eldest duckling of a very prominent duck, but she certainly wasn't his prettiest little girl. When she was very young, he made a decision to marry her off as quickly as he could manage. An arranged marriage that could be completed even before the groom laid witness to her features. The duck found a taker, who wanted to marry his own ugly duckling off just the same way. So, since she was small, Valencia was betrothed to the man who would be her first kill.
The Truth Hurts
As Valencia grew, her father decided to give her a bit of help in life. Her looks were not going to get her very far, so she should have other abilities that would aide her. He put a sword in her hand almost the moment she could walk just as he did with all his girls, but with Valencia it would be different. As her sisters moved from sword play to sewing circles, Valencia was kept in the training grounds. Her father wanted her to have the best in life, and he knew she would have to fight for it.
By the time she was ready to marry her betrothed, Valencia knew how to fight in multiple ways: swords, daggers, lance, staff, hand to hand. She knew how to handle a bow and ride a horse at the same time. She was pretty good at it as well. In fact, she was better than most of the soldiers, because she didn't have a silly thing like pride holding her back. She took direction, made quick judgements, and practiced hard. Three skills that would aide her throughout the rest of her life.
When the day finally came, Valencia was reluctant to fulfill the contract. She was trained as a man. She wanted to live as one. Her father had not had a son yet, and she was not willing to place her family legacy into the hands of the weakling she was set to marry. But the laws and the contract were clear. She wasn't even present for the ceremony. She was being 'delivered' while a proxy stood in her place. So she didn't even lay eyes on her husband until the deed was done and she was suppose to fulfill her end of the bargain.
The wedding night was tragic. Her husband, an insignificant man in an insignificant world, could barely keep his hands from trembling as he reached for her. Valencia didn't realize that she intimidated him with her fierce gaze and intense dislike of all of this. Eventually, she would take over for him and get the job done. She had humiliated him, and that would spell disaster for them later on.
Their time together was brief. Valencia took to the training yards more than the sewing circles, and he stayed in the castle tending to affairs of estate. Rumors started to fly about how it seemed like Valencia was more of a man than her husband, and before she knew it he was constantly insulting her. It started as sly remarks behind her back, but then it became constant in every social situation.
As they grew, he began to force her into more lady-like endeavors. She started noticing doors were being locked to keep her from going outside, or guards surrounding her until she was more 'appropriately' dressed. When her husband found out that she could sing very well, he began to exploit her. Setting her up for ruin if she did not perform. Men have ways of forcing an action with just one or two choice words. Especially when they know the woman's weakness. However, Valencia would later learn that most men were not so cowardly.
The final straw was when they attended a ball together. He undercut her in front of the crown prince, and she had flashed him such a glare that it became the talk of the night. He seemed to have no control over his wife, and that was an insult that he could not let lie.
If you're going to start a fight you better throw the first punch. And you better make it a good one.
By the time she was ready to marry her betrothed, Valencia knew how to fight in multiple ways: swords, daggers, lance, staff, hand to hand. She knew how to handle a bow and ride a horse at the same time. She was pretty good at it as well. In fact, she was better than most of the soldiers, because she didn't have a silly thing like pride holding her back. She took direction, made quick judgements, and practiced hard. Three skills that would aide her throughout the rest of her life.
When the day finally came, Valencia was reluctant to fulfill the contract. She was trained as a man. She wanted to live as one. Her father had not had a son yet, and she was not willing to place her family legacy into the hands of the weakling she was set to marry. But the laws and the contract were clear. She wasn't even present for the ceremony. She was being 'delivered' while a proxy stood in her place. So she didn't even lay eyes on her husband until the deed was done and she was suppose to fulfill her end of the bargain.
The wedding night was tragic. Her husband, an insignificant man in an insignificant world, could barely keep his hands from trembling as he reached for her. Valencia didn't realize that she intimidated him with her fierce gaze and intense dislike of all of this. Eventually, she would take over for him and get the job done. She had humiliated him, and that would spell disaster for them later on.
Their time together was brief. Valencia took to the training yards more than the sewing circles, and he stayed in the castle tending to affairs of estate. Rumors started to fly about how it seemed like Valencia was more of a man than her husband, and before she knew it he was constantly insulting her. It started as sly remarks behind her back, but then it became constant in every social situation.
As they grew, he began to force her into more lady-like endeavors. She started noticing doors were being locked to keep her from going outside, or guards surrounding her until she was more 'appropriately' dressed. When her husband found out that she could sing very well, he began to exploit her. Setting her up for ruin if she did not perform. Men have ways of forcing an action with just one or two choice words. Especially when they know the woman's weakness. However, Valencia would later learn that most men were not so cowardly.
The final straw was when they attended a ball together. He undercut her in front of the crown prince, and she had flashed him such a glare that it became the talk of the night. He seemed to have no control over his wife, and that was an insult that he could not let lie.
If you're going to start a fight you better throw the first punch. And you better make it a good one.
Turmoil, but no heartache.
"It needs to look like an accident, Lenny!"
"Why? It wasn't."
That night changed things. Valencia was not going to allow herself to be spoken to as less than. Nor was she going to allow any man hit her without retaliation.
Unfortunately, the world she lived in didn't recognize self-defense, nor did they give any leeway to a battered woman. Though, she wasn't exactly battered. He hit her, but he didn't make it hard enough. Maybe he forgot that she was a trained soldier. Or maybe he though he broke her down over the last few years. But he had horribly underestimated her.
Her lady in waiting walked in on the scene. No blood, no stab wounds, just the man laying dead on the ground and Valencia changing from her dress to her trousers and shirt. The woman was horrified! Valencia wasn't though. Maybe she was a bit of a sociopath. Or maybe she had just had enough of him. Whatever the case, the woman eventually talked Valencia around to making it look like an accident, and the two of them... pushed the dead body down several flights of stairs. They left him to be found by the help in the morning.
Valencia didn't over react to the news, if she started screaming and crying that would be a dead give away. She was indifferent, quiet, but not emotional.
She would return home, allowing the younger brother to take over her husbands household. She wanted nothing to do with it. Her lady, Cordelia, came with her.
"Why? It wasn't."
That night changed things. Valencia was not going to allow herself to be spoken to as less than. Nor was she going to allow any man hit her without retaliation.
Unfortunately, the world she lived in didn't recognize self-defense, nor did they give any leeway to a battered woman. Though, she wasn't exactly battered. He hit her, but he didn't make it hard enough. Maybe he forgot that she was a trained soldier. Or maybe he though he broke her down over the last few years. But he had horribly underestimated her.
Her lady in waiting walked in on the scene. No blood, no stab wounds, just the man laying dead on the ground and Valencia changing from her dress to her trousers and shirt. The woman was horrified! Valencia wasn't though. Maybe she was a bit of a sociopath. Or maybe she had just had enough of him. Whatever the case, the woman eventually talked Valencia around to making it look like an accident, and the two of them... pushed the dead body down several flights of stairs. They left him to be found by the help in the morning.
Valencia didn't over react to the news, if she started screaming and crying that would be a dead give away. She was indifferent, quiet, but not emotional.
She would return home, allowing the younger brother to take over her husbands household. She wanted nothing to do with it. Her lady, Cordelia, came with her.
Beauty within.
Cordelia hadn't been with her long in her husband's household, but she would remain with Valencia for many years after. The woman was definitely... a woman. She often watched Valencia and wondered what she would be like if she tried to actually be a young lady.
Valencia fell right into the role of first born when she returned home. When her mother passed away, her father was devastated. She was as well, but she would hold it together for her father's sake. Her two young sisters would take over her mother's duties, and Valencia took over her father's while he was mourning. It was hard to watch such a strict and disciplined man lose his shit over the loss of a loved one. But it made Valencia think. She never thought of her father as less than for his tears. In fact, she felt that his tears... his vulnerability.. his ability to love so deeply made him stronger. Valencia had been so one sided in her views, that she never considered she could have both sides of the coin.
It all changed for her with Cordelia. Valencia had been standing on an outside stairway, looking out over their lands at the farmers, the soldiers, the cooks, and even the women. She was lost in thought when the woman startled her. For hours the women talked on subjects that Valencia was unaware a woman... a normal woman would know. Cordelia surprised her, and she was wondering, finally, what it would be like to actually be... as her sisters were.
In no way did Valencia want to marry, but she did want to learn about how to seduce, how to manipulate, how to use her femininity to get things done. Valencia saw the power in that as she watched the soldiers melt when a woman flirted with them, or even looked at them. Women were just as powerful... if not more so than a man.
The Valencia that Cordelia helped reveal was startling. By the time her father returned from his travels she was a completely different woman. She still practiced her swordsmanship, but she also practiced other skills specific to her gender. She did not pick up sewing or other idle tasks, but she trained in the art of seduction and manipulation. She was even practicing on various noblemen in the area and had garnered some rather amazing contracts.
No one could ever call her a poor student.
Valencia was beautiful when she actually tried. In fact, this ugly duckling turned into the most beautiful swan around.
Valencia fell right into the role of first born when she returned home. When her mother passed away, her father was devastated. She was as well, but she would hold it together for her father's sake. Her two young sisters would take over her mother's duties, and Valencia took over her father's while he was mourning. It was hard to watch such a strict and disciplined man lose his shit over the loss of a loved one. But it made Valencia think. She never thought of her father as less than for his tears. In fact, she felt that his tears... his vulnerability.. his ability to love so deeply made him stronger. Valencia had been so one sided in her views, that she never considered she could have both sides of the coin.
It all changed for her with Cordelia. Valencia had been standing on an outside stairway, looking out over their lands at the farmers, the soldiers, the cooks, and even the women. She was lost in thought when the woman startled her. For hours the women talked on subjects that Valencia was unaware a woman... a normal woman would know. Cordelia surprised her, and she was wondering, finally, what it would be like to actually be... as her sisters were.
In no way did Valencia want to marry, but she did want to learn about how to seduce, how to manipulate, how to use her femininity to get things done. Valencia saw the power in that as she watched the soldiers melt when a woman flirted with them, or even looked at them. Women were just as powerful... if not more so than a man.
The Valencia that Cordelia helped reveal was startling. By the time her father returned from his travels she was a completely different woman. She still practiced her swordsmanship, but she also practiced other skills specific to her gender. She did not pick up sewing or other idle tasks, but she trained in the art of seduction and manipulation. She was even practicing on various noblemen in the area and had garnered some rather amazing contracts.
No one could ever call her a poor student.
Valencia was beautiful when she actually tried. In fact, this ugly duckling turned into the most beautiful swan around.
The war has turned.
In the days after her twenty-seventh birthday, the household began to hear reports of war. Campaigns during the day, people disappearing into thin air during the night. Maybe it was just the winter strife talking, but these stories were disturbing. Valencia went to her father, telling him the rumors that were spreading, but he dismissed them.
Call it woman's intuition, but Valencia knew something was up.
She secretly had the defenses built up, put more guards on duty, trained the men harder. She had her girls, that she was training with in the more delicate arts, go out into the towns to bring back news. The darkness was coming closer, they said. There would be no escape.
The walls were crawling that night. Valencia walked the halls, she could feel the darkness. The war that was now upon them. Chaos broke out at the defenses. The screaming, the terror could be heard from inside the depths of the castle. The women were sent into the tunnels, the men outside to defend their home. Who would attack at night though? That was not proper in any way. Valencia stood at the doors to the castle, waiting for the last of the women to flee before she herself went outside to fight. But the war came in to her.
The doors flung open, and there before her stood a man in black, and behind him a sea of bodies. The enemy was among them... but they numbered few. Valencia saw no blades, no weapons of any kind... and no blood. It was a terrifying sight, but she steeled herself, drew out her daggers, and waited for the attack.
Her father though, appeared behind her, halting the man's progress into the castle.
Then it was explained. Her father knew this darkness... was a part of this darkness... And he wanted her to be a part of it as well.
How could he let this happen to their home? Ah, it was already well underway. He could not save this place, nor this kingdom. But he could save her. And his other daughters if they wished it. He was only allowed the three of them. And if any refused, there was no life left for them.
How could they refuse?
So the three of them became the darkness and fled the house in the night, with their father.
Call it woman's intuition, but Valencia knew something was up.
She secretly had the defenses built up, put more guards on duty, trained the men harder. She had her girls, that she was training with in the more delicate arts, go out into the towns to bring back news. The darkness was coming closer, they said. There would be no escape.
The walls were crawling that night. Valencia walked the halls, she could feel the darkness. The war that was now upon them. Chaos broke out at the defenses. The screaming, the terror could be heard from inside the depths of the castle. The women were sent into the tunnels, the men outside to defend their home. Who would attack at night though? That was not proper in any way. Valencia stood at the doors to the castle, waiting for the last of the women to flee before she herself went outside to fight. But the war came in to her.
The doors flung open, and there before her stood a man in black, and behind him a sea of bodies. The enemy was among them... but they numbered few. Valencia saw no blades, no weapons of any kind... and no blood. It was a terrifying sight, but she steeled herself, drew out her daggers, and waited for the attack.
Her father though, appeared behind her, halting the man's progress into the castle.
Then it was explained. Her father knew this darkness... was a part of this darkness... And he wanted her to be a part of it as well.
How could he let this happen to their home? Ah, it was already well underway. He could not save this place, nor this kingdom. But he could save her. And his other daughters if they wished it. He was only allowed the three of them. And if any refused, there was no life left for them.
How could they refuse?
So the three of them became the darkness and fled the house in the night, with their father.
The ache in the heart that never ceases.
After the four of them fled, things went down hill rather quickly. Valencia was the only one of the sisters to take to her turning. The other two were unmanageable in their grief. The beast inside took over them rather quickly, making them unmanageable, uncontrollable. Victor tried to teach them, tried to help them, but it was hard to do so.
Valencia was more welcoming of her gift. She did not see this as a curse, like so many others, but she also knew that it wasn't something to be rejoiced in. She was simply... okay with it. Feeding was a little difficult at first, but she would get the hang of it without too much of a problem.
So when her sisters flipped, she was well equipped to help her father with them.
The small family withdrew to a quiet corner of the world for a century or so, not wishing to be anything more than together. They kept up with the world, the war, the vampires that were now their brethren, but they remained steady as her sisters came to terms with their new life. Once they were settled and at least content not to seek destruction, Valencia was coaxed out of her little corner of the world by a devilishly handsome galleon.
She had been standing on the cliff, watching the colors of the sky darken as the sun had finally set. If there was one thing Valencia missed, it was the light of the sun. It was odd for a vampire, to miss the sun, but she did. It just wasn't possible to feel the sun on her skin anymore without death impending. Her sister had found that out the hard way. She barely survived the small bit of light that touched her.
Valencia was watching the ocean being cast in shadow, when her eyes caught sight of the most beautiful silhouette she had ever seen. That galleon out there was magnificent. She had never seen such a boat on the water. As it moved towards land, she would follow it along the coast. She wanted to see it up close if she could! Ah, but it anchored itself out in he ocean... and the long boats brought the men in.
Disappointed but not discouraged, Valencia waited for the men to come ashore before approaching one of them and inquiring after the ship. He told her all he could, but was rudely interrupted by another man barking an order at him. She turned to glare, but he was glaring back at her, down... at her. He was exceptionally tall. And that night, Valencia found out what kind of a man he was.... Get your mind out of the gutter! They only talked.
Valencia poured question after question onto the captain of the ship. Sitting in the tavern in town, while his men enjoyed the working women, he seemed to prefer the company of the one in front of him. It was odd, but Valencia would never look a gift horse in the mouth.
For days she came back, talking to the captain every night, helping him with whatever he needed, finding out he was actually not a vampire himself, but a friend of the clans, willing to aide them in what they needed. And her, if she needed anything.
She needed to get out of here. But she wouldn't tell him that. He knew though. He could see it in her eyes.
One night Valencia returned home, ready to rest during the day and go out to the port again the next night. Her father caught her though, just outside the door. Told her not to go in. It was not a pretty sight. Something had happened while they were out... and now she was an only child. Valencia couldn't process the news. How in the world had her sisters died? They were vampires. They didn't die! Unless they were out in the sun. Valencia looked to the lightening sky, then to her father, and he directed them into the neighbors house, which stood vacant for a little while.
There he told her. And there the hunt would begin.
Valencia was more welcoming of her gift. She did not see this as a curse, like so many others, but she also knew that it wasn't something to be rejoiced in. She was simply... okay with it. Feeding was a little difficult at first, but she would get the hang of it without too much of a problem.
So when her sisters flipped, she was well equipped to help her father with them.
The small family withdrew to a quiet corner of the world for a century or so, not wishing to be anything more than together. They kept up with the world, the war, the vampires that were now their brethren, but they remained steady as her sisters came to terms with their new life. Once they were settled and at least content not to seek destruction, Valencia was coaxed out of her little corner of the world by a devilishly handsome galleon.
She had been standing on the cliff, watching the colors of the sky darken as the sun had finally set. If there was one thing Valencia missed, it was the light of the sun. It was odd for a vampire, to miss the sun, but she did. It just wasn't possible to feel the sun on her skin anymore without death impending. Her sister had found that out the hard way. She barely survived the small bit of light that touched her.
Valencia was watching the ocean being cast in shadow, when her eyes caught sight of the most beautiful silhouette she had ever seen. That galleon out there was magnificent. She had never seen such a boat on the water. As it moved towards land, she would follow it along the coast. She wanted to see it up close if she could! Ah, but it anchored itself out in he ocean... and the long boats brought the men in.
Disappointed but not discouraged, Valencia waited for the men to come ashore before approaching one of them and inquiring after the ship. He told her all he could, but was rudely interrupted by another man barking an order at him. She turned to glare, but he was glaring back at her, down... at her. He was exceptionally tall. And that night, Valencia found out what kind of a man he was.... Get your mind out of the gutter! They only talked.
Valencia poured question after question onto the captain of the ship. Sitting in the tavern in town, while his men enjoyed the working women, he seemed to prefer the company of the one in front of him. It was odd, but Valencia would never look a gift horse in the mouth.
For days she came back, talking to the captain every night, helping him with whatever he needed, finding out he was actually not a vampire himself, but a friend of the clans, willing to aide them in what they needed. And her, if she needed anything.
She needed to get out of here. But she wouldn't tell him that. He knew though. He could see it in her eyes.
One night Valencia returned home, ready to rest during the day and go out to the port again the next night. Her father caught her though, just outside the door. Told her not to go in. It was not a pretty sight. Something had happened while they were out... and now she was an only child. Valencia couldn't process the news. How in the world had her sisters died? They were vampires. They didn't die! Unless they were out in the sun. Valencia looked to the lightening sky, then to her father, and he directed them into the neighbors house, which stood vacant for a little while.
There he told her. And there the hunt would begin.
Opportunity in death.
Diablerie he said.
She was familiar with the term. Knew what it meant. Knew that it was deplorable.
The woman who did it? Some scorned lover of her fathers who had come in on that ship she loved so much. She couldn't wait until night fall. First, the captain, then the criminal murderer.
Ah, but things aren't always that easy. That night, Valencia had the captain by the throat, death weighing heavy in the air, but she didn't kill him. He told her he knew the woman in question, and he was willing to help her find her.
So off they went. In the beautiful boat, to find the bitch of a woman.
It would be another century before she finally caught up to the whore. Her hatred of the woman had festered for so long that she dreamed about torturing her, but when the time came, she merely wanted to kill her.
The battle lasted days. They were underground somewhere, and she was desperate to see the murderer gone, or at least immobilized. If she could manage, she would perform a diablerie herself. But she didn't get the chance.
The woman consumed her.
What the whore didn't expect was what power she had. Valencia didn't just chase her, she was studying to best her over the last century. She wanted to be the one to consume her. And in the end, she did. Just not how the woman was expecting.
With the energy of her two sisters inside of the murderer and not completely dissolved, Valencia's soul was able to strengthen and compete with hers, eventually over taking her.
Valencia, being a generation higher than the woman, still deals with some of the woman's tendencies. Then woman is consumed, its over, but her memories linger, and her personality pops up from time to time.
Manifestations: Different voice, unusual memories, chaotic mood swings. Valencia keeps level headed though, to prevent the manifestations of the mood swings. Apparently, the woman was very bipolar and Valencia has a hard time controlling the aggressive and jealous side soon as she lets it out.
After the diablerie, the black lines in her aura faded some, but were still present for many years. Her personality changed to something more stoic.
She was familiar with the term. Knew what it meant. Knew that it was deplorable.
The woman who did it? Some scorned lover of her fathers who had come in on that ship she loved so much. She couldn't wait until night fall. First, the captain, then the criminal murderer.
Ah, but things aren't always that easy. That night, Valencia had the captain by the throat, death weighing heavy in the air, but she didn't kill him. He told her he knew the woman in question, and he was willing to help her find her.
So off they went. In the beautiful boat, to find the bitch of a woman.
It would be another century before she finally caught up to the whore. Her hatred of the woman had festered for so long that she dreamed about torturing her, but when the time came, she merely wanted to kill her.
The battle lasted days. They were underground somewhere, and she was desperate to see the murderer gone, or at least immobilized. If she could manage, she would perform a diablerie herself. But she didn't get the chance.
The woman consumed her.
What the whore didn't expect was what power she had. Valencia didn't just chase her, she was studying to best her over the last century. She wanted to be the one to consume her. And in the end, she did. Just not how the woman was expecting.
With the energy of her two sisters inside of the murderer and not completely dissolved, Valencia's soul was able to strengthen and compete with hers, eventually over taking her.
Valencia, being a generation higher than the woman, still deals with some of the woman's tendencies. Then woman is consumed, its over, but her memories linger, and her personality pops up from time to time.
Manifestations: Different voice, unusual memories, chaotic mood swings. Valencia keeps level headed though, to prevent the manifestations of the mood swings. Apparently, the woman was very bipolar and Valencia has a hard time controlling the aggressive and jealous side soon as she lets it out.
After the diablerie, the black lines in her aura faded some, but were still present for many years. Her personality changed to something more stoic.
Where will she go now?
After she found her revenge, there was nothing left for her. Her sisters were avenged and the whore was gone. Now? She returned to the ship she came in on. By now, she had been through several captains, each of them understanding of her need for revenge. But now? There was no need.
As she walked to the port that night,
As she walked to the port that night,