Devore, Valeriana

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B A S I C I N F O

★ NAME: Valeriana Devore
★ NICKNAME: Val, Dev, Ri
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka of Epispect
★ POKEMON: Ditto
★ AGE: Twenty
★ HEIGHT: 5'6"
★ WEIGHT: 132 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Megurine Luka from Vocaloid
★ APPEARANCE:

Valeriana possesses a slim figure. She eats right, that's why, taking three healthy meals a day and rarely ever going for anything too sweet or too salty. Her choice of clothing would be 'practical' depending on the weather, or the occasion. As much as possible she tries not to overdress either. Her complexion would be considered pale. Her hair goes well with her paleness, pink seeming to flow all the way above her hips in slight waves. Light bangs stop just below her eyebrows, her eyes are a crystal blue, clear and showing of intelligence. Her chin curves downward in a sharp end, thin lips often curve in a thoughtful frown or smile.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

★ POSITIVE:

• Gentle
  
• Composed
  
• Intellectual
  
• Observant
  
• Thoughtful
  
• Liberated
  

★ NEGATIVE:

• Self-Reliant
  
• Nonchalant
  
• Intolerant
  
• Stern
  
• Ruthless
  
• Promiscuous
  

★ HABITS, QUIRKS:

• Writes down reminders on her hands
  
• Checking her phone to distract herself
  
• Practicing her transformations
  

★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:

There is a certain ignorance in her. The way she tackles a problem is based solely on how she sees it. She deals with things in a straight-forward way, and yet cautiously. Though she may be kind to some, special friends and the like, the rest will know her as someone cold, and somewhat hard to get along with at first. She softens up considerably later on, once she has gauged what sort of person the other is. She's not shy, though avoids social events whenever possible, its simply that she figures that those sort of things are useless and efforts would be better put into more productive things. A sort-of workaholic, whenever on the job, she focuses on the job.

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H I S T O R Y

• Most of her childhood was made up of impressing her parents. She was the sort to do her best, especially when people were counting on her. Whether it was in grades or anything else, she worked hard to improve herself. Her parents were delighted at this, and as a result, they pushed her into all sorts of activities such piano, writing, judo, arts, whatever they could find.
  
• High school was no different than her childhood. She studied hard, did extra-curricular activities, and did boys, not exactly in that order. It was during this time when she lost her virginity during a one night stand. It was in this period did she start exploring her option, playing around while doing so. Her parents didn't mind so much, so long as she gave them what they wanted.
  
• She and her father obtained the 'virus' right after she entered into college. They were both treated by Epispect and soon dodged what would have been a potential threat. Her mother thankfully did not catch the virus, but the treatment itself ate a chunk of their savings. She finished college with a degree in business management, doing part-time jobs and similar things.
  
• She entered Epispect right after graduation, using both her fighting skills and intelligence to help the company capture those who oppose them.
  

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P L A Y E R I N F O

★ OOC NAME: Apricat, Apri is fine
★ AGE: Nineteen
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Only Val so far
★ RP SAMPLE:

She had never killed another human.

It was a fact. An important bullet point of herself. She had never done so, and never will do so, if she could help it. She wouldn't say it had never crossed her mind, nor would she say that it was entirely out of her mind. This she thought as she tied a man up with a handy roll of duct tape, pretty much wrapping him up in the tape right next to a poll. A sheet of tape over his mouth prevented him from yelling out, but he squirmed from his position, whole body going into spasms as he tried to break free. But the duct tape was stronger than that.

She smiled at his attempt, smiling out of pity that is.

"Now now, you wouldn't want to dislocate something." She said in her petite tone, soft, yet there was something utterly cold about it as well. She would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to seeing him writhe under the pain of a dislocated arm but that wasn't the reason she had captured him. She smiled at the thought though. "Mister Duvall, age twenty eight, living on 131 Drive, within the middle district of Aether city, an ordinary civilian to most but we both know that's not true." She stated from memory what facts she had memorized from their information, seeing if she could get his attention. His eyes grew the slightest bit wide at the mention of his personal information. Good, he was listening now.

Valeriana leaned towards him, fake smile still in place. He recoiled the slightest bit, but honestly all this was doing him was showing the pink haired woman how much he feared her. That in itself was making her proud. "I've been trailing you for days now, Mister Duvall, and you know why. The container of DNA that was due to arrive in Cargo Bay B4 on the 21st of March was intercepted by a group of hoodlums, one of them you. I need to know where it is you dumped it. Surely you understand that it was a fool's move to target that container but you did so anyway, and thus the punishment given to you will be just and swift but... If you help in this operation, then maybe you shall live to see sunlight once more."

She let the threat hang for a moment, standing straight as she watched the man squirm and mule over her words. A quick look behind her to be sure that their 'meeting' place was still secure. So far, very few people dared venture in the dark alley.

"Well, Mister Duvall, what is your decision?"

Uncertain, the man's eyes flitted from left to right, and then finally a nod. With a grin, the pink haired woman ripped of the duct tape that bound his mouth, a yelp piercing the alley. "Ow ow ow ow, did you really have to do that?!"

"I need details, Mister Duvall, or else this won't work."

"Okay okay." He sighed before continuing on with his story. "There were five of us, one for every container, once we got 'em, we ran off and dropped the goods over at the exclusive bar over at the Square. We get payed, and it's done. I don't know anything else."

She stared at him for a few minutes. This didn't help too much at all... Except at least now she could skulk around the Bar and see if there were any intriguing fellows around. "Do you meet often?"

Duvall struggled a bit in his binds and clicked his tongue impatiently. "We meet up at the bar sometimes, but usually it's just notes passed at the park. We know each other, more or less, so word gets around quick."

"That's not entirely helpful..."

"IT'S ALL I KNOW, I SWEAR!"

Again, it was only the slightest bit helpful. She smiled, the last one she would have to put up. "I, thank you, Mister Duvall, for your help-" The other looked up hopefully, relief etched in his face. "Let me go already."

"-Unfortunately not that helpful."

A look of horror was the last thing he had to show as she hit him over the head with a metal hammer. The woman took a good look at him, and all of a sudden her slim features began to change. Her hair began to retreat into her skull, changing into a dirty black, her skin taking on a tanner form, and her build changing to that of a burlier man. She took on Duvall's appearance within mere moments. Once the transformation was done, she, or rather he, took out a golf bag she had hidden in one of the trashcans, and stuffed the dead man into the bag. Valeriana hoisted in onto her shoulder, much stronger than she looked but that was only because of her ditto dna, and headed out, the same way she had come in.

The man's body would be charred in the incinerator, a clean end to the dirty deed, and then she would go to the bar as this man as her guise, perhaps get more leads to this.

No, she had never killed a human being. These people weren't meant to be called human.

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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★

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[Ω Tama Ω]

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Hi, Apri, there are a few things that you would need to fix in your profile before I could accept it.

The most important thing is that you have to be aware: Ditto gijinka can't transform like a real Ditto can. You have to remove that from the habits section she is practicing her transformation too. I'll explain about how Ditto gijinka would work on the site. When facing an opponent, the character can use their moves, but can not transform to that pokemon or person. They will also stay a "Normal type", since a human's body isn't as flexible. Also, a human can't keep up with the "transformation" as a real Ditto can, so even in a thread, there is a limit how many times she could change her moveset to the opponent's, and she will get more and more tired with new attempts. So modify that part of the app accordingly, also keep these things in mind.

In your history, I would like you to expand on things a bit. You mentioned her having fighting skills, but before that, you only mentioned judo as an extra curricular activity, which wouldn't really be enough to gain considerable fighting skills. Maybe include that she also got extra training in Epispect, or something, so it won't feel weird.

Also, you barely mentioned that she got the DNA, but the Ditto DNA is weird enough to make people wonder how she reacted to it, or how she is dealing with it. Maybe expand on this a little bit?

[ress]

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