Post by lilith on Oct 4, 2009 19:27:44 GMT -5
…I’m not your average girl…
I carry my account with me…always
Name: Azrene Tevelethet Cordrial
…don’t even think about calling me that…
Nickname: Valor
…I earned that name…
Gender: Female
…first person who tells me I can’t do something because I’m a girl gets what I got…
Age: 19
…even though I might not make it to twenty, I have no regrets…
Orientation: Bisexual
…I may not be picky, but I like to dominate…
Affiliation: Pro-Airore
…but that doesn’t make me a good guy…
Appearance
Valor is short in stature, standing only five feet and two inches in height. Don’t let that fool you, though- this young woman has not survived years on the streets by being a pushover. She keeps her silver hair cropped short, and does not adorn it with the normal female fripperies. Her red eyes- eye- are prone to a baleful glare, and the corners of her mouth naturally turn down. Murkrow’s feet line her eyes- eye- and a long scar bisects the left side of her face.
Her eyes- eye- well, okay, she only has the use of one. The other rouge eye was permanently ruined after she received a slash across her face, one that is memorialized by both her black eye patch, and the aforementioned long scar.
She might have passed for a member of the military, if such a thing exists, but for the casual way she wears the garments. Her light blue button-up is slightly wrinkled, not as if she’s slept in her clothes, but as if it hadn’t been ironed, and should have been. Some material that resembles gold braid hems her shirt, and the wide flaps at the top that on a military shirt would be called ‘epaulets’.
A metal shoulder guard- something an older time might call a ‘pauldron’- protects her left shoulder. It might have been worn for decoration in a less defensive person. Not on her- she wears that guard on her blind side for a reason.
Dark blue slacks cover long muscles, and finish in knee-length black boots. The tops of the boots are wider than they might have been, and in action, the imprints of knives may be seen through the leather. There are also knives strapped to her thigh, tucked into the back of her pants, attached to her wrists, and inserted into each of the epaulet-type decorations. She bristles with blades, and can use- and access- them all in a fight.
Personality
A fighter through and through, Valor very rarely lets something as petty as emotion guide her actions. She has become shrewd and calculating, trusting no one but herself, and nothing except her knives. Her history with gangs has left her particularly wary of, well, everyone.
A certain amount of charisma is given to Valor, just enough that people were not always afraid of her first off. Once she lost her eye, however, and with the gain of her knife scars, that advantage was gone. People know she’s been a fighter once they look at her, and a certain amount of stigma follows someone as battle-worn as she looks.
Despite that, she can usually earn their respect with her skill as a battler. She doesn’t need to be liked, she needs respect, and she’ll tell you that in no uncertain terms.
Nothing annoys her more than chauvinists. Anyone who tells her that she can’t do something because she’s female will not only get kicked where it hurts, she’s also likely to give him a memorial scar of what females can do. It’s not legal, and she may get in trouble for it, but she is confident in her abilities, and hates to be put down because of her gender.
History
Valor was born Sunny City to a pair of coordinators. Being the eccentric people they were, they saddled their first- and only- child with an outlandish, ridiculous name.
Azrene Tevelethet Cordrial
Seriously?
Azrene hated her name, her parents, and her life as the daughter of coordinators. She hated that all of her parents’ friends thought that she was destined to become a coordinator when that was so obviously NOT where her skills lay. She hated everything, and so- she ran away.
She ran through half the region, traveling from town to town until she found someplace she belonged. In Gold Town, she was recruited into a local gang, the Shuppets. The Shuppets feuded against the Electrikes, another pubescent gang, and neither side had honor when it came to the other. Actually, neither side was honorable, period.
While she was with the Shuppets, she was given use of a Poochyena and a Tailow. They weren’t partners- in fact, the three of them didn’t get along well at all. When she was fifteen, she quit the Shuppets, and took the beating they doled out in punishment.
Bruised and bleeding, but still in possession of both eyes, she traveled to first to Heartwood Town- for healing- and then went to Midnight City.
Midnight City, known for its shadier characters, teemed with underground activity. Not in the literal way that another city was known for, but with illegal behavior. With her fighting skills, she was tapped by one of the ruling gangs in the city, the Lunars. The boss had a Lunatone he used to initiate new recruits, punish old recruits, and battle other gang-leaders. His worst enemy was the leader of the Midnights, who owned half the city. In this gang, Azrene was given a new name- Valor- for her ‘bravery’ that was actually sheer guts and stubbornness. The newly dubbed ‘Valor’ got to choose what Pokémon to use. Her choices were a Grovyle (one that knew the HM move ‘Cut’) and a revived Aerodactyl. With those two, she quickly gained respect as a battler, and a position in the boss’s inner circle.
As is to be expected with gangs, Valor had to prove herself often. She did not become legendary, as several members of her gang did, but she gained the respect of her opponents, and very few people cared to challenge her more than once.
One of the few who did challenge her more than once was a girl from a rival gang. She was highly placed in her gang, and had the use of an Eevee she had evolved into an Espeon, and a Torkoal. They called her ‘Cassandra’, and it seemed that she took especial pleasure challenging Valor.
Valor did not always walk away from these battles victorious. Grovyle and Aerodactyl could be defeated if Espeon and Torkoal attacked simultaneously, and eventually, they had the same win-lose ratio- 75-75. It could almost be said that their battles turned into dates, as it slowly became tradition for the loser to buy the winner lunch.
In fact, indirectly, Cassandra was not only her first relationship, but the reason she lost her eye.
One thing that has to be understood about the gang system is that once an opponent’s Pokémon were fainted, the gang members went at it with hand-to-hand combat. This resulted in many interesting battles, with some strategies to get a team fainted quickly to fight hand-to-hand, and others to prolong their team’s life to avoid combat.
As often happens, the boss was challenged by a member of the gang who thought he could do the job better. This member had bought- more likely stolen- in any case, he had it- a shiny Darkrai.
Lunatone didn’t stand a chance, and the boss suffered such trauma during the battle that the kill was relatively easy for the wanna-be usurper. Of course, the inner circle couldn’t allow such a cheater to remain in power, and so they tag-teamed him.
Valor’s turn didn’t come at the beginning or end, but rather in the middle. She sent Grovyle and Aerodactyl out to attack the already weakened Darkrai, but it wasn’t weakened enough. It killed her duo, and then the usurper came after her.
He didn’t kill her, although he could have. No, instead, he ruined her left eye. He claimed it was a just punishment for challenging him, but Valor eventually knew the truth. The usurper was Cassandra’s half brother, and fiercely protective of the battling girl. She lost the use of her eye, and her membership in the Lunars, because she and Cassandra fought often- more often than any other pair of battlers in the city, in fact. It was suspected that they were more than rivals- they had become friends. In a way, it was true. Valor and Cassandra had a very friendly rivalry after a while, more relaxed than it had been initially.
Cast out from her gang for her loyalty, she was quickly picked up by the local police precinct. An Officer Jenny took her under her wing, literally, for she was a Noctowl ‘morph. Community service was decided upon rather than a jail sentence for her activity in the gang. Her form of community service was to join the rank of trainers, and work to understand the Pokémon she had used to callously before.
Professor Apple Blossom has been told of her community service sentence, and should be prepared for her. She is not at the moment dangerous, but she does have a violent history.
Play-by: Fujin, Final Fantasy VIII
Color Code: 22267E