Valsei
(#24663494)
Level 7 Skydancer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.35 m
Wingspan
3.76 m
Weight
766.18 kg
Genetics
Ice
Piebald
Piebald
Shale
Butterfly
Butterfly
Beige
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Skydancer
EXP: 9380 / 11881
STR
27
AGI
15
DEF
12
QCK
12
INT
12
VIT
15
MND
11
Biography
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F A M I L I AR 
WHISPER I N V E N T O R Y
GIFTS FROM HER LADY 
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“Be leery of silence; it doesn't mean you won the argument.” Quiet / Opportunistic / Aloof / Distrustful / Quick Footed ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ They say that loyalty is everything. For such a paranoid dragon, Valsei knows this more than most. Her devotion to Fina is borderline worshiping, but its' significance becomes considerably less so when you realize that the two of them were those raised with blood on their hands and the darkness of their sins swirling in their eyes. But she's finally found a home. And if you think that she’s going to give it up, well. You’d better think again. ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Lovely Death: The target is stunned by your mysterious beauty, allowing you to always get the first move. Especially weak-willed targets will be stunned. While the target is stunned, they are more vulnerable to your other attacks. One with the Shadows: You fade into the darkness, allowing you to stalk your targets unnoticed. If you attack before you are noticed, the damage to your target is significantly increased. Deceitful Allure: You have an aura that attacts others, giving them a false sense of security. Enemy targets will trust you until your first attack, and you are immune to the deceitful effects of others. Wraith Strikes: You execute a deadly move that consists of three swift attacks, dealing moderate damage. If used from stealth, this ability deals heavy damage and renders the target unable to attack for few seconds. MMO Moveset by LunarParadox ━━ Astrology: Capricorn MBTI: ISTJ - T Likes : Nighttime, Bellatrix, Solitude, Success Dislikes : Abandonment, Cowardice, Touchy People ━━ A R T W O R K x | x | x | x | x | x one by rolyo/ two by Millu/ gijinka by agapekisses/ four by / five by / six by ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Another runaway skydancer from their originating clan where they didn't fit in. Stereotypical, but the thief preens with every small detail that shows how similar she is to her Lady. Her mother was a captain, but gave her love freely despite her taken status and cared little for how her children fare. Intelligent and beautiful, a deadly combination. Often times she looks at her reflection and wonders how much of Naza she has inherited, for the memory of the Captain is nothing but a wisp in her mind nowadays. Often times she is moments away from accidentally referring to the elder mercenary as such, but catches herself in time. Bellatrix had served as a better mother than her biological one can ever hope to be. Her father was just as smart, specializing in magics that she is grateful to have inherited for it saved her skin from less than savory situations more than once. But when he isn't buried in towering piles of tomes he is answering Naza's beck and call, giving her and her nestmates little to no time of the day. Valsei knew she was worth so much more than that, and this treatment was not what she nor her nestmates whom she tried to convince to follow her deserves. It wasn't abusive, she will willingly admit. But it was neglect, and that is damaging all the same. When she stretched her wings, having just fully grown, feathers not yet having gained that lustrous sheen against the light of dawn that one fateful morning, a bitter thought lingered in the back of her mind. 'Would they even notice that I'm gone?' ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ " Valsei has devoted her entire life to her work. All she has known is thievery and ofttimes, death. After many a job when she was maturing went wrong, Valsei took to a life of mercenary work and adopted a persona, simply known as Val. Val is a scheming and unpredictable and ruthless and deadly. She may have sworn to a job, but no one knows how devoted she is to it in reality. It isn't uncommon for her to have back-stabbed her employer should a more fruitful path present itself, or abandon it when it is clear she will not get what she wants. She's devoted to Bellatrix though. When around her, Val doesn't exist. Any work she does, Valsei chips in 110%. Maybe more. All too used to keeping her feelings well hidden, so no one knows how far this devotion goes, or the intensity of her feelings. " ( by bonetrousle ) ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ It was in a nondescript town, somewhere in the Carrion Canyon, did she first encounter her Lady. Valsei didn't know it back then of course, since she was too focused on doing what she had to live be it steal or sabotage or kill. Being born as one of the smaller dragon breeds has given her a large disadvantage, rival mercenaries that are twice her size having had killed her earlier on had she not learned to play dirty and play it well. To live, morality had to be discarded and opportunity taken whenever offered. (It used to leave her stomach hollow. But she is reminded of how her name is spoken in hushed whispers, and she is rejuvenated through the thrill of being feared.) Which leads to why she took the risk of dragging along the corpse of the much larger than her Guardian hatchling amidst the chaos of what would later be named the Rin'hi Revolts. It was inevitable after a disastrous diplomatic meeting where it was revealed a coup d'etat was to occur (she doesn't know how, or why, but that never mattered to her), and a huge opportunity for underground workers such as she. Assassinations could be covered up easier, missing dragons can be just ruled as dead, and a missing body part wouldn't be deemed suspicious. And the black market dealer promised her over half a million, should she succeed in her task. Fate had other plans, apparently. ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ " Valsei seems like an oriental thief. If one of my dragons met her, they would probably get callously mugged or they would be coldly told to hand over their things. Or if Valsei was feeling tired, she might just simply steal their things. Either way, someone's losing their valuables really quickly. She seems like she can hold her own in a fight, she seems like she's probably been in some fights, and I'm sure she'll probably get into more fights. She looks like she just doesn't care. " ( by VoxxVeleur ) ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Val paused in her tracks when an Imperial (more experienced than she, deadlier than she—the killer intent in the air was palpable and had she not conditioned herself she would had collapsed) slunk into her path and peered at her with scarlet eyes. He glanced at the body she was dragging, before he bared his teeth in a mocking smile. She was not unfamiliar with this one particular dragon, nor this scenario. Her scarred abdomen flickered with a phantom pain, reminding her of her first encounter with Technicolor and her self-preservation screaming at her to run. It was not an uncommon practice in the underworld for someone stronger to take the weaker's prize. Or attempt to kill them in the process, to prevent any possible threat to their power. "We meet again, little one," ba–,dump Her heart skipped a beat, and her ears buzzed with anticipation, "Have you another ah, offer to give me?" She didn't answer, only heightening her concentration to her forehead to see if she can maybe just read his actions—PAIN. A sensation she wasn't unaccustomed to. But this was cold, wriggling, digging, it was if something was gouging out a piece of her deepest thoughts. She knew the sick Imperial was relishing in her suffering from the faint chuckles she heard. "Idiotic hatchling. Leave the magicks to the masters and go back to your little daggers." No, no—a Mage?! Colors of all kind began to edge around her sight as she felt something coldcoldcold curl around her ankles and wrists and wings and body and— "We were sent here for assassination, and I'm rather certain our target was a Ridgeback and not a scrawny Skydancer." Just like that, everything stopped. A new voice. Flat, accented, lilted. Female. Her mind that usually spits out momentary deductions currently made no sense as the coldness disappeared leaving her mental state fuzzy and unfocused. But it left her coherent enough to look where her possible savior was, and her eyes widened seeing a fellow Dancer like she staring back unamused. Pale eyes glanced to the miffed Imperial, whose red irises in turn moved its' focus from Val to the stranger. Technicolor bared his teeth, and she felt a flicker of that cold feeling again, but the newcomer didn't seem fazed. "Stop wasting our time, that wretched Spiral is paying us well, but that might change if you indulge in your sadistic tendencies now instead of later." Around them the chaos continued, and served as adequate background noise as Technicolor mulled over her words before snarling and abruptly turning away. Val watched warily from where she was almost hunched over, a wing still splayed out over the dead hatchling, and returned the other's gaze with defiance. "You owe me a debt, childe," A murmur she barely caught, but when she did her hackles rose at not being treated with what she deserves, "Expect me to collect someday." There was no chance to respond, as the unknown female too turned away and headed over to the dark-scaled Imperial swathed in near-sentient blackness. Back then, she hated the debt she owed to this stranger, and wished she would never see her again. Valsei now thinks the opposite, and thanks the deities above for having Her Lady save her life—on multiple occasions. The Revolt was just the start, and the two will continue to meet again and again until she opted to follow the scarred fighter for hire. Originally a grudging respect and search for opportunity. Now? A bond she is willing to die for. (Technicolor belongs to TwistedRae, Bellatrix belongs to me.)
bio by Namek ( pt. 1 ), Reginapis ( pt. 2, 3, 4 )
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