Valeria Thorne
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Woodblood |
|---|---|
| Court | Autumn Court •••• |
| Freehold | Imagination Landscape |
| Player | Jasmine Thompson |
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Overview
- Alias(es): Valerie Thorne, Val
- Real Name: Rebecca Summers
- Location: San Diego, California
- Age: mid twenties
- Seeming: Elemental
- Kith: Woodblood
- Court: Autumn
- Motley The Symphony
- Virtue: Charity
- Vice: Wrath
- Concept: Dark Apothocary, Harvester of the Witches Garden, Gainer of Hard to Find Herbs and Fruits, "The Fruit of the Poisons Tree"
- Physical description: In her mask, Val is tall and voluptious, full of life with an easy smile. She has long red hair and bright blue eyes and dresses in what can be described as "hippie cloths".
- Mein Description In her mein, her height remains, as does her basic outline. Her skin takes on a pale green cast, around the prominent features of her face the green blends with a dangerous bruised purple. Her lips and eyes are a deep shade of violet. The red hair fades black with petal shaped streaks of bright green and purple, dispersed with leaves, twigs and other plant materiel. The clothing she wears looks less like clothing and more like the verdent petals of a poisonous foxglove, falling down her stalk like legs to feet that are hardly visable. She carries with her a constant first touch of frost and the distict scent of ozone mixed with the heady scent of night.
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History
Basic Timeline:
Current Activities: Owner of an herb/occult shop called "Amas Veritas" and extremly active in her local freehold
Merit Details:
Background:
Please, please please....this is ALL ooc. Thank you. :-)
“My hands, unfaithful, did not protect me, my voice, transparent, when I needed to scream, what really happened during those nights? And I could not move so I just turned off inside”
The summer of 1967 was warm and sunny in San Diego. It was the summer between her junior and senior years at UCSD. Once she graduated, she would be going on to get her PhD in Pharmacology. Everything was looking up for Rebecca Summers.
She was more then a little bit of an outcast from the rest of her peers. Unlike them, she wasn’t interested in the concepts of free love and drug experimentation that was prevalent at the time. She was interested in the ideals of her mother and grandmother. She wanted to get a degree, meet a nice man and settle down to the “American Dream.” Rebecca already had her children’s names picked out.
Of course, nothing ever works out the way that we plan it. The idyllic dreams of two point five children and white picket fence for this young women were shattered by happenstance; as all dreams are when they are strong enough to catch the attention of the dream folk….
At first she thought it was a dream. The pulling of the thorns on her night gown, the rips of her flesh, the blood trickles over her skin. As with most traumatic experiences, this one is far gone in her mind now. But it was all too real. He had come in the night, attracted to the strength of her dreams, to the difference. She had aspirations beyond getting high and this pleased him. She has been living in a small apartment near the campus by herself. The roommate thing wasn’t working out and so she had taken on extra shifts at the library to afford a place on her own. Ultimately, her desire for freedom is what made it so easy for him to take her.
She woke with a start at hearing the front door open then shut. She glanced over at the clock to see that it was two thirty in the morning. Her head swam with the dream she had so abruptly left so it was difficult for her to focus on the matter at hand: Someone was in her apartment and she hadn’t let them in. Pulling herself out of bed, she shook her head as she wrapped herself in a blanket and grabbed the baseball bat she kept behind her bedroom door. She crept from the bedroom, down the hall past the bathroom to peek into the living room and saw him.
Sitting at her kitchen table was a man, or at least that’s what she thought. He was a elderly figure, dressed in a finely tailored gray suit. His hands covered with delicate white gloves. His face was shadowed, though she could see that he had an easy smile and delicate features. He turned his head and looked at her, flashing a Cheshire cat grin. He stood from the table with a slow ease, bringing his left, gloved hand to rest on his the front of his coat, while his other slowly motions outward to present the tea set that he’s set on the table.
“It…would...Plllleassss me…greatly…. if you…would havvvvee teeeeea with me………..Rebecca.” He said with a low whisper of a voice. Each exaggerated word echoed through the room as though he were standing at the end of a great hall. She stood in her living room, clutching the blanket around her staring, not in horror or fear, but in confusion at the strange little man standing in her dining room. He smiles like molasses before waving his hand to bring a cup up and sip.
“It’sssss lovely teeeea…Miss Rebecca…I proommissss.” He spoke softly after the sip. She glanced down at the tea set. It was a porcelain set, delicately painted with orange and red leaves. He had two place settings, a small pot, a sugar bowl with tiny matching spoon and a milk pitcher. Everything looked at though it was made for a child.
She narrowed her vision to look at the pot and settings, gathering the intricate autumn leave design before returning her gaze to her strange intruder. She studied his face for a long moment, taking in the details that made him strange. His eyes were a sudden and contrasting monochromatic display; glowing white orbs with black exes instead of pupils. Rebecca started before she could take in the rest of his face. She turned her head to look to the door but could only see him standing in the dinning room.
Taking a few steps backwards to what she thought was her bedroom, she felt his hand reach out and touch her shoulder. It was cold and hard, like frozen steel. She jumped, screamed and turned around, no longer standing in her living room, but surrounded now by a large bramble bushes. He now stood several feet over her, in a crisp white lab coat, the edges of which were splattered with brown residue. His face, now hovering over her like a gapping moon, stark white and frightening was a mask of fear. He smiled, breathing over her with noxious glee.
“It’s time to come home, Rebecca…” Clearly now, his voice crisp and venomous. “I have a place for you...use for you…I promise it’ll only hurt for a moment….” Then he grabbed her by the throat with his large steel like hands and turned, heading off into the bushes.
“She spread herself wide open to let the insects in, she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been, she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin, seeds from a thousand others drip down from within”
The garden was growing beautifully. Everything with a place and everything in its place. The creature moved about the atrium next to her workspace tending the strange and fabulous different plants that grew. Some in earthen pots the size of large men, others in small patches of black rich ground. She had spent so many hours going between the two rooms tending. He job was two fold-to tend the plants that grew in the enormous garden and tend the experiments in the lab. She was the only creature that spent more then a hare’s breath worth of time on either room. Sometimes, the master would come to check on her progress. Every time he came, she would scramble to make sure her notes were correct, the garden was in full bloom and the experiments were quietly whimpering. She knew that she was nothing but a slave to him, but it was a life she had grown accustomed to.
The creature’s favorite time was spent in the garden. There were so many delirious delights for her to care for. She almost felt human again and that was somewhat of a comfort. At least, part of her felt it was comfortable. Since her arrival, she’s changed, grown to resemble more and more the plants she experiments with. A petal one day, a leaf the next, till there was hardly anything left of her human shape save the general form. The creature has grown to love her shape, though the things that the shape required her to do, she never loved.
The master required her to test the distilled nature of the beloved plants she so cared for on the beings that he brought to her. Inevitably, he would grow pleased tired of the torture it would bring the beings and he would take them away while she was regenerating, but always there would something or someone new for her to test different potions and concoctions on. After a while, for her, it became about seeing what the different mixtures could do and cataloguing it for herself and not for him. The creature never gained joy for doing anything for him, though he was never displeased by her work.
Associations & Associates
- Friends made along the way...
Daysi
Clara and the good folk at Thorndale_Manor
Contrary Mary
Minister Kruhy
- Motleymates and fellow escapees
Sirius Grin
Madame Nuit
Jerry Rig
Single
Victor Sparks
Aurora
Wind
Duke
Mr. Nigel Somn
Henry Tiller
Character Inspirations
Professor Sprout - Harry Potter Series
Bellatrix La Strange - Harry Potter Series
Professor Snape - Harry Potter Series
Black Orchid - A Comic from Neil Gamin
Sally - Nightmare Before Christmas
Soundtrack
Glycerine - Bush
Scarecrow - Siouxsie and the Banshees
The Killing Jar - Siouxsie and the Banshees
Fairytale in a Storm - The Last Dance (This is the coolest song ever and noone has it on youtube!)
Coma White - Marilyn Manson
In Praise of Bacchus - Type O Negative
Wolf Moon - Type O Negative
Witches - Switchblade Symphany
Wicked - Switchblade Symphany
Fear - Switchblade Symphany
Cuts You Up - Peter Murphy
Reptile - Nine Inch Nails
Stella Erans - Cirque du Soleil
Jack's Lamant - The Nightmare Before Christmas
Sally's Song - Fiona Apple cover The Nightmare Before Christmas
This is Halloween - Marilyn Manson cover The Nightmare Before Christmas
Quotes
"Yes of course I carry that. What makes you think I would give it to you though? You'd probably end up killing the wrong person with it."
"Are you certain that you want him to love you again, my dear? I have this wonderful mix that will make him wish he was dead, that might be a more fitting course considering he slept with your roommate..."
"Socrates was a pansy."
Rumors
- Valeria was married once. Her husband is now feeding her garden.
- She hates men.
- She hates women who let men use them more.
- Valeria is being watched by someone close to her.
OOC Information
Player: Jasmine Thompson
Cam Number: US2004122590
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