Valanga

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The Littlest Yeti

Seeming Ogre Farwalker
Court Winter Court ••
Freehold Seven Hills
Player Natalie Wilkie

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Overview

Image:Chibi_Valanga.png

Pronunciation:

vahl-AHN-gah

Alias(es):

Jenna Ostman
Val (but only to her closest friends)

Apparent Age:

Early 30s

Concept:

Post-Escape: Sasquatch, Ski Bum/Snowsport Instructor, Hedge Guide, Protector
Pre-Escape: Hedge Hound/Wendigo (not known by others)

Physical description: Besides, no invader has been so very small. You're very small, Zim. You're a... tiny thing. -Purple

Mien: The littlest yeti. Short white fur, scraggly hair pushed into her eyes by her oversized knit hat. Light clothes, because damn you folks keep it hot in here. A cold breeze follows her when she's upset, whipping dervishes of snow around her. She leaves giant icy footprints, even when wearing shoes.
Mask: A completely forgettable ski bum, wearing baggy snowboarding gear and a knit hat pulled down low over her eyes. Female. White. Short. Youngish.

Personality:

Valanga is very shy, and normally has a cringing attitude around other Lost. The exception is when she is in the Hedge, on a mountain, or, to a lesser extent, when she is alone with her motley. Among humans, she is most at ease with younger children, the ages when they are least judgmental (though naturally, she has to bundle up to conceal her mien from them).

Titles:

The Phantom of Iron Horse Trail
Master of the Onyx Diamond
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History

  • Before they came:
    It's cold on the outside. She wasn't good enough for her mother. Unwanted by the kids at school. Disliked by the teachers. She was too slow, too shy, too invisible. So when he noticed her, when she noticed him noticing her, he didn't have a hard job to lure her away. Just attention, where none had been before.


  • Inexorable pursuit:
    You thought you had an opening, a chance to dash for the thorns. And at first, it seemed you were away, unnoticed. But the hairs on the back of your neck are standing up now, insisting that something's behind you, belying the evidence of your eyes. You had heard rumors of his hunter, that it's invisible, that it's monstrous, that it's unrelenting in its pursuit. And now you've seen giant footprints in the snow, stumbled across a crude lair, and that feeling that doom is at your back is crushing in its certainty: you didn't get away.


  • Just notice me:
    It's cold on the inside. She'd been led so easily, that knifing ache in her chest leaping into hope when he noticed her. But, there, she was just as invisible. Useful, but unacknowledged. Maybe, back home, maybe someone had noticed her absence, and missed her, and wanted her back... maybe now they would see her.


  • Like a pane of glass:
    They didn't notice. Oh god, they didn't even notice. That's not me! I guess... I guess I'll just go, then. Find a place where I won't be in the way. Watch. Watch for the lonely ones, try to help them. So they don't become invisible, like me.
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Current Activities

Valanga showed up in Seattle in the winter of 2004. She was found at a picnic table in an Eastside park, oblivious to the cold. It was clear that she was freshly returned from the Hedge.

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Motley

The Georgetown Stingrays

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Allies

Have you been one of my ski students? Have you used my Hedge Guide service? Have I rescued you from a Grue? I'm open to connections, just email me at the address below.

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Enemies

Were you chased down by a white monster when you tried to escape Arcadia? I'm open to connections, just email me at the address below.

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Other Information: The Phantom of Iron Horse Trail

The Iron Horse Trail was once a rail line that spanned the state of Washington. It crossed the Cascade mountain range at Snoqualmie Pass, emerging on the far side by way of a two-mile-long tunnel. The trains don't run anymore; the rail company went bankrupt decades ago, and the rails were ripped up to make way for hikers, cyclists, and horses. But while the trestles have been renovated and the trail smoothed with gravel, the tunnel remains much the same as it was when locomotives labored through in a choking miasma of coal smoke and steam. There are no lights. The tracks are gone, but the way remains treacherous, full of holes. A steel cage provides faint comfort against the fear of a cave-in. The government closes the tunnel at the first sign of winter: icicles several feet long, and deadly in their whickering fall, form soon after.

People say the tunnel is haunted. They say it's a train passenger killed by an avalanche. Or a skier from the resort directly overhead. Or a pioneer who tried to cross the pass, only to be caught by an early autumn storm. Whoever it might be, it seems to mean no harm, and some hikers and cyclists leave trinkets or food as tribute to "their" ghost.

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Character Inspirations

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Soundtrack

  • Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra
  • Fanfare For The Common Man - Aaron Copeland
  • Flutter - Bonobo
  • Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley
  • Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park
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Quotes

  • "My little sister, and a true friend... she's shown me some of the most beautiful vistas on this God's green earth. I can understand how she's found her center, and I thank her for helping me keep mine." - Horace "Race" Ardent
  • "That much ice and cold makes me twitch, and her lifestyle is too reckless for my tastes. However, there is no one I would trust more to lead me through the Hedge. If freezing my ass off means safe passage on a long Hedge journey, I can live with wearing a sweater." - Athanor
  • "Firs' thing I thought wuz... what the fuck? Then I thought, she ain' pretty. Prob'ly play me straight. Gots me vested int'rests in that. Y'all fuck with her, I'll eat y'all's soul. Nothin' pers'nal." - Clyde
  • "It's so nice to find a sane person who not only appreciates the Hedge, but knows it so intrinsically that it might as well be their backyard. I can chat with Val for hours about it, and she's the only person I know, other than myself, who gets the same look of wonderment and fear when discussing our thorny backyard." - Elias Briarshear
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Rumors

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IC Contact Info

IC Email: Valanga

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OOC Information

Player: Natalie Wilkie, US2002034203

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