The Basics
Character Name: Valerie Catherine Bianchi
Character Age/Age they appear: 28 / 28
Nationality: Italian-American
Race (Werewolf/Vampire/Thrall/Human): Werewolf
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Physical Description (Height/Weight/Hair/Clothing):
HEIGHT: 5'1 1/2"
WEIGHT: 103 lbs
The attached mugshots show a woman quite unlike the expected. Though her bone structure is decidedly delicate and her face round and doll-like, in her apparently ever-present smile, her canines are pronounced on both jaws, and if one could see the color of her eyes in black-and-white photographs they'd estimate them to be the color of old piss and perhaps some stale rum. Her hair is dark, curled, and cut into a fashionable bob, and a couple dark brown freckles pepper the area beneath her eyes.
A few reconnaissance photos included show a larger view of Valerie Bianchi; she is incredibly well-dressed, with lace and fashionable dresses and pearl earrings and necklaces abounding in each and every one of the photos. Ruffles also manage to find their way around her wardrobe, and once or twice she is seen modeling a decidedly fashion-forward top hat (of varying sizes) and a black-and-silver wooden walking cane. The photos, however, all have one thing in common - Valerie has one heck of a scary smile.
There are also two other photos of someone who could not possibly be Valerie - one, after all, is a dark-furred wolf with large paws and a half-starved frame, though it shares her same eyes and strong jaw; the other, as would follow naturally in this sort of file, is the typical wolf-man. She really -does- grow about two feet and a hundred pounds or so in sheer muscle, again with dark fur to match her onyx-hued bob as a human, but with a consistently agitated expression this time.
Distinguishing marks (Scars/Tattoos/etc.): One circular birthmark in front of her left ear.
Family and/or Friends:
FATHER: Giovanni Bianchi (whereabouts unknown)
MOTHER: Annalisa Bianchi (file attached) Said file has since been decidedly not attached and cannot be located.
SIBLINGS: N/A
KNOWN ASSOCIATES: Baril Norwood (whereabouts unknown)
Sire (if werewolf or vampire): UNKNOWN
Brief History:
RECORDED ACTIVITIES: Aggravated Assault (20); Assaulting an Officer of the Law (2); Bribery (13); Drug Possession (69); Drug Trafficking (50); Evading and Impeding the Law( 21); Extortion (9); Insurance Fraud (5); Larceny (176) Kidnapping (2); Voluntary Manslaughter (33) Murder, First Degree (208); Robbery (32); Tax Evasion (9);
RECORDED VERDICT: Not guilty; cleared of all charges. Suspected bribery. Under investigation.
WARNING LEVEL: Very High
Valerie Bianchi led a relatively normal life for the majority of her formative years, if one can consider growing up among the mafia normal, sans the occasional incident of hitting other children, stealing their crayons, or pouring glue in someone's hair. She was born in Brooklyn, but spent most of her time in New Jersey with the Bianchis, save for the occasional 'vacation'. Though she was born with an obvious talent for listening, manipulating, and terrorizing, none of these things could be put to work with the mafia due to gender limitations; as such, she limited her operations to small-scale affairs with no noteworthy landmarks, sans perhaps the developing of her rather unique talents.
Around the age of seventeen, she found herself very alone in what would someday become Brownsville, Brooklyn, within New York City. Though the details would undoubtedly bore even the most studious of readers, she eventually found herself backed into a corner by a very unhappy young werewolf. Frankly, it's a wonder she's still alive and mostly unharmed. There was only one side-effect.
For a good five years, Valerie learned the ropes alone. Though she certainly did learn, and became very good at both being a werewolf and using these newfound abilities to her human advantage, that doesn't mean no one died while she did learn, nor that she was alone forever. See, New Jersey's littered with all sorts of crooks and scumbags. Valerie happened to find just the ones that would raise her from the dirt.
They called themselves the Network, plain and simple, and they could -use- someone like her. Fast talker, pretty in a twiggy sort of way, with a lot of attitude and an anger problem that added two feet and a few hundred pounds onto her literally -or- metaphorically as she liked? Yeah, she had a use. And she quickly showed them just how useful it was - within a year and a half she'd started carrying a gun, recruiting, negotiating, beating the living shit out of people until they stopped screaming, anything and everything. But her real penchant was for listening and knowing things, she was good at that. And it was while listening that she met Baril Kerberos. Poor, poor Baril - he couldn't get rid of her after that, no, and she asked him very nicely (read: forcefully) if he'd like a job.
Naturally, he said yes.
( Due to extreme laziness and a lack of muse, as evidenced by the absolute POS I try to call "a brief history" above, see Baril's history for the remainder of this. Assuming she bothers to post it. )
Occupation: UNEMPLOYED: Income through suspected illegal activities.
Residence: UNKNOWN.
( Currently, Valerie lives in a hotel room near a downtown train station with Baril. Hopefully, that will change. )
Ten Random Questions
What does your character think of their body?: That it's far, far too small for all the rage she has to give away.
Are they religious/spiritual?: Not at all, though she wears a cross for ironic purposes.
What is a main motivation/goal for your character?: Money, and not much else.
What is their most prized possession?: Other than her bank information? A bottle opener that she values as a sort of trophy, as one of her first "collected" items.
How does your character feel about their mother?: Adores her. So, so much.
Does your character drink? Do drugs?: Both, actually, the former far more often than the latter.
Name a time your character has made someone cry -- have they ever?: Too many times to count, really. My personal favorite is her senior year's Halloween, where she spent the evening with two boys far larger than she, terrifying small children into giving away their candy.
What does your character think of art?: Valerie really doesn't understand it, but it's certainly pretty sometimes.
Does your character carry any weapons, and if so why?: A pocket knife, due to paranoia and . If she feels it necessary, she'll also get a hold of a gun; this is usually only for business purposes.
What is something your character would never, ever do?: Wear her heart on her sleeve, so to speak. She views it as weak.
P.S.: I'm sorry this was absolute crap, and I'll probably rewrite it.
