Valentina~ Criminality Is Her Home, Betrayal Resides In Her Heart

by ***Smoke*** 09/12/13, 03:16 am

Full Name: Valentina Gia Timeo (Buhari)
Nickname(s): Vale
Gender: Female
Age: 20 Years Old
Birthday: November 22nd
Sexuality: Straight
Religion: Atheist
City/Town Of Birth: Rome, Italy
Currently Lives At: Paris, France

Currently In: South Africa
Languages Spoken: French, Italian, English
Native Tounge: Italian (Has A Very Faint Accent)
Relationship Status: Pretending To Be Married

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
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Picture:
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Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 120 Lbs.
Figure/Build: Slight Curves, Flat-Chested, Short
Hair Color(s): Dark Brown
Hair Style: A Bit Straightened, Loose, Long
Eye Color: Heavy Green
Tattoo(s):

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Piercing(s): None
Scars/Distinguishable Marks: Scar On Stomach, Tattoo, Scar On Back (Bullet Went Through Her)
Preferred Style Of Clothing: Skinny Jeans, T-Shirt, Sometimes A Scarf

HEALTH
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Does Drugs: Occasionally
Addictions: Got Over Smoking
Mental Disabilities: Trust Issues

PERSONALITY
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Traits: Cunning, Smart, Tactic, Sneaky, Thief, Cold, Untrusting, Walls Built
Likes: Money, France, Felik (Confused On How Much), Frayer, Her New Family
Dislikes: Italy, Cops, Getting Caught, Joshua Redbin, Her Past, The Aristocrats, Luke
Fears/Phobias: Trusting Others
Favorite Color: Light Blue
Hobbies: Violin

Taste In Music: Classical, Some Rock Songs

FRIENDS, FAMILY & FOES
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Parent's Names: Orphan
Grandparent's Names: Orphan
Status Of Parents: Mother- Dead Father- Unknown Siblings- Unknown
Siblings: Unknown

THEME SONG

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HISTORY

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Valentina was born in Rome, the beautiful capital of the world. But it was in the outskirts, in an old, close to closing hospital. She knew her parents were poor, though she did not remember them. When she was barely 5 months old, baby Valentina watched her parents get slaughtered in front of her very own eyes. It's been rumored that she's been cold ever since.

Immediately put into an orphanage, young Valentina learned two other languages; French and English. Two huge things to learn in Europe. She passed school with flying colors and got offered scholarships to many colleges, even in the United States, but she refused them all. Her upbringing in the orphanage was not a dream, and she didn't plan to make them happy and think what they did to her made her a better person. She felt like it made her a horrible person. She was beat when caught stealing extra food, slapped when talking out of line, and abused when influencing others to follow her lead. Through it all, the only thing she learned was how to not get caught.

She flew off to France, seeking riches and fortunes there from not-so-nice methods. When she was 18, she joined a gang and learned all there was about the life of a criminal. She loved the feeling of getting into deep trouble and tricking those who had thought they were better than her. What she loved the most was the euphoria of living life on the fast lane.

When she turned 19, Valentina decided to quit her gang and go out for a drink at a local bar. There she met Felik, who was not from Paris obviously, but intriguing all the same. They got to talking and after a quick check of him, Valentina realized Felik was an outlaw just like her. Then she proposed they become partners in crime. She hasn't regretted a thing since.

Except maybe the year in-between meeting Felik and leaving the gang. She fell in love. Or at least, she thought she did.

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Vale was running from the police on the streets of France with her current partner in crime, Joshua Redbin. They'd known each other since they were kids, growing up in the same orphanage. In fact, if it weren't for Josh, then Vale wouldn't be where she was now. A notorious and on-the-rise thief. Feared in Paris by every man and woman. The villain of little girl's and little boy's cops and robbers game. She and Josh; they were Bonnie and Clyde, practically.
Her lungs expanded slightly and then shrunk just a little bit as she was running as fast as her legs would carry her. Her and Josh took a sharp left on the old stone streets of Paris, and threw the police slightly off their trail. It was a fabulous day for the pair. They'd managed to rob a jewelry store -the bag in her hand making slight jingling noises proved that-, they managed to get away from the cops, and a bright ring was shining on Vale's finger. That was one thing she left out; she and Josh, were lovers. Not spouse-cheating lovers, but a 'One day we're going to get married and live happily ever after' kind of couple. When Josh had dropped down on one knee the night before, she'd immediately said yes. That's what made them rob the jewelry store; she needed a ring and maybe a little extra money for the honeymoon. He'd even stolen a white rose for her from a garden, which he had surprisingly never done before. It had touched her at the depths of her small and, at the time, greedy heart.
She laughed once they slowed down in a dark alley, the sun having been down for over an hour now. She turned around to hug Josh congratulations on another job well done but instead of open, warm and loving arms, she was greeted with a .34 to the chest. The smiled wiped off her face, no emotion could be seen on it as she slowly brought her head up to face the boy she loved in front of her.
Betrayal could easily be seen slowing through her solid green eyes as her jaw slightly dropped, shaky breaths being released from the shared body she had. There were so many things the man in front of her didn't know, so many things she'd wanted to tell him. So, so, so many things she knew at that moment her greed had led her to never be able to see.
A loud BANG! was heard for many streets surrounding the duo, and suddenly everything was happening in slow motion in the eyes of the only 18 year old girl. Pain had exploded all throughout Valentina's abdomen and her breathing was short, though it seemed to last for minutes on every intake rasping from her bleached lungs. Her face stoic as the wind flew through her long, dark brown hair was the time where she thought about everything. Nothing left her mind and yet everything packed up and travelled far, far away from her grasp. Her life, from the time of being a child, to this moment in time was just flashing so quickly in front of her she could not grasp onto one single thing long enough to know what it really was.
A soft thud was heard as she fell to the ground and the white rose fell out of her hand, now coveted in her crimson blood. Each breath hurt, as if it was tearing at the very being of her body. That was not aimed for a place that would not end her life; it was designed and designated to rid the girl off the earth forevermore.
Her gaze followed Josh as he leaned over her, softly said 'I'm sorry', and took the bag of money after slipping the ring off of her left hand. That was it. In a nutshell. Not a tiny sliver of hesitance was seen in his eyes, nor in her eyes as she tried grabbing him as he walked away. As her hand pulled, she screamed through the silence in the night, the excruciating and flaring pain in her stomach reaching it's climax as she felt the life inside of her blink out of existence like a light with no one to turn it off would eventually burn out.
Of all things that hurt the most, it was her heart that was in overdrive right now, trying to replace the blood loss throughout her body. But it would never be able to replace itself. Never, in it's next countless years, would it heal. Nor would it come close to feeling better. It could only be replaced.
She's never told anyone of how her true love had betrayed her, and she didn't plan to. It was the cause of her nightmares, her coldness, her hatred towards the deadly feeling. And the only ones who would know was herself and Josh, who had abandoned Paris, the city of love, their city, and went to England to join the Aristocrats. And the bag of jewels was his ticket in.
Vale, to him, was nothing but a ticket.