Welcome to New York, home of the city that never sleeps. That couldn’t be more true. Recently, the Angels were shot down from Heaven and their wings were revoked by the Reapers. The race was disbanded, but now to step into their place are the Valkyrie, an ethereal race of warriors so seek justice for those who deserve it. With balance restored, the Demons have a worthy foe and continue their path of mischief and mayhem. Humans fight to be heard while Witches fear to be seen. Shape shifters are the outcasts of this world, but refuse to be put down. Werewolves claw to be at the top of the food chain, but Vampires are always plotting and scheming to be superior.
Welcome to a world where nightmares come to life. The day time isn't all that safe either. Who do you align with? Where do you stand in this crazy life? Or will you be just another face in the night?
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Posted: Jul 30 2018, 09:32 AM
Age // Unkown
Posts // 1
Rank // Queen
Nicknames // The Huntress
Species // Valkyrie
Status // Married + Bisexual
Phoenix + EST + She/Her
The Huntress. Unknown. Valkyrie. Anna Kendrick.
> CEO > Valkyria Electric
> Manhattan > NYC > NY
> Valkyrie Coven > Queen
> Bisexual > Married to Roxanne Blake
I was born within the safe realm of Valhalla like most Valkyrie. I don’t remember the face of my mother because soon after I was born Freya came to take me under her wing like she did with the rest of my original sisters. She personally raised us all to assure we were the perfect representation of our species and could go on to raise and train the sisters and daughters that came after us. We trained hard. She pushed us to our breaking points repeatedly, but it only made us stronger and better. I use it quite often when training my own warriors and have been quite successful.
I was one of the first Valkyrie born in Valhalla. There were quite a few of us and we were in charge of furthering our race. Freya never came to train anybody after us. She said that she had instilled all of her knowledge into us and it was our job to gift our the knowledge to the future generations. Handfuls of us were given the title Queen and told we needed to start groups called Covens. We needed to take in others of our kind and train them and that’s what we did.
So I set out of Valhalla for the first time and took my first steps onto Earth. The time on Earth moved much slower than it did in Valhalla so I couldn’t exactly tell you my age, but I knew the year was 3100 B.C. I watched ancient civilizations fall and crumble under the destruction of its people and leaders and I watched bigger and better ones take its place, but that cycle continued on and on and essentially still is today. I’ve watched wars from a distance, knowing it wasn’t my place to get my coven involved while other times I led the charge with sword or bow and arrow in hand. I’ve lost many of my sisters and trained many more.
I was once softer, kinder. I led with a gentle touch, but I learned that I needed to be a little firmer. This didn’t happen overnight. It took years for me to make this realization. Along with this, I experienced many of things in my long life that made me the way I am today. Love
I used to believe love was a fleeting thing. It was something made to only last you for so long before it was gone. It was like a child holding a sparkler against the night sky. It was there and it could be gone just like that. It is true to an extent though. I can name two separate occasions when love took me as its victim and I was a servant to its mercy. It caught me off guard and took me for a ride. I found in my lengthy life though that I found beauty in all creatures. It didn’t matter male or female. Everybody had something to offer and I was willing to give them a taste. I indulged in great Kings behind closed doors and their lonely Queens when the men were away to play. I wasn’t afraid to explore or experiment with those willing. I’m still not.
The first time was with a human male by the name of Rurik Ivashkov I. I was away from my coven at the time, doing some Vampire extermination in Russia. There were a handful of the creatures terrorizing Moscow and I took it upon myself to rid the world of them. I didn’t typically take jobs like this on my own, but I decided a time away from my Coven could be beneficial and rather therapeutic.
He was a human Lord. He was tall and handsome and had a reputation of being a rather sauve lover. It was out of rather pure curiosity that I invited myself to a Ball he and his brother were throwing. I got in with ease blended into the crowd rather seamlessly. I chatted a handful of people up, both men and women, before finding the Lord amongst a group of people. They all seemed to be groveling for his attention, but it didn’t take long before he excused himself and I pursued.
It had been a rather glorious night. He was a spectacular lover. I have found that no man has measured up to him. He spoke a language of romance that left me awestruck. I had never heard anything like it. I saw him for a long time after that and we did fall in love. I traveled back and forth from Italy to Russia quite often and he visited me at home a handful of times.
He had a brother who before and after death I was not a fan of, but I was cordial and because Rurik was the Lord there wasn’t more Mikhail could do. Mikhail married a woman named Anastasyia Novikov who I did like at first. She knew how to manipulate Mikhail and get him to behave properly inside of being the arrogant creature that he is. They had two children within a few years time. They were lovely little beings, but at the time I had no urge to care for or look after children.
I was away when it happened. When Rurik, Mikhail, and Anastasyia were all force fed the blood of a vampire then killed to make sure they were turned. I rushed back to Russia as soon as I received the letter, but when I arrived there was nothing I could have done. They were all turned. Ana and Mikhail had been long gone by the time I arrived, but Rurik was there, caring for a toddler and infant to the best of him ability. My motherly instincts have never been the best, but I helped him care for the children as he learned control and how to cope with his new life. I hunt Vampires for a living, but I could never harm a hair on his head. There was an internal war inside of me. Did I leave him? Did I stay? I loved him when he was human, but did that make a difference when he was a Vampire? In the end, I decided it didn’t. He was still that passionate lover I had fallen for. I did blame myself for what had been brought upon him. I would have taken the leech down before it even entered the home, but what was done was done and I couldn’t turn back time. Not even Reapers could do such things.
The end of our relationship was mutual, but I’ll get to that in a little while. It gets much more complicated.
My second great love didn’t start out as a typical relationship would. We didn’t start as friends, but we did start as enemies. She is a demon by the name of Roxanne Blake. I happened upon her one night while she was out torturing some poor souls. I simply nocked an arrow and told her to leave the poor souls be. If their time wasn’t up yet then she had no reason to be toying with them. It took a moment, but eventually she let them go and she set her sights on me. All it took was a little convincing and sweet talking that had nothing, but false hope behind them. In the moment, I would have taken her head clear off her shoulders. Something told me not to. Something told me that the demon I had pinned to the ground with an arrow to her temple didn’t need to die that night. So I quickly collected myself and moved on.
It was years and years that went by and Roxanne followed me, always looking to poke the sleeping bear with her shenanigans. I couldn’t quite understand why she did such things, but I didn’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to just send her back into the fiery pits of Hell. I did hate her for a long while, but not for the reasons one would think. I hated her because she made me pause and think. I couldn’t just kill and keep going as per usual. There were a couple of moments of vulnerability where she could have overtaken me and taken me out, but she didn’t. I didn’t understand her obsession with me. It was quite unhealthy until it slowly took a turn for the better.
Gradually, the fighting declined and eventually all fighting ceased. At some point conversation started and we became civil to one another. Sometimes I would just stop, make some sort of empty threat and leave while others we would sit and just talk. I found that this demon was very deeply disturbed and in a way I wanted to help her. I also found that I liked the way her blue eyes twinkled with mischief when some sort of absurd thought crossed her mind. Maybe I didn’t want to know what she was thinking, but I liked it. She had a grin that I wanted to be the only audience to. She seemed to sense these things and one thing led to another.
We continued this chase for roughly a half a century. Just when we were finally getting ready to take another step in our odd little relationship, I found a pregnant mother in Valhalla who needed my help. She just clung to me and there was really nothing I could do to stop it. I saw the frustration the demon was feeling. There was a jealousy within Roxanne that amused me, but then again I felt terrible to be the cause of it. I couldn’t push this woman away, but I didn’t want to lose the relationship I had been working on for the better half of a century. I didn’t love this woman, but I needed to. After the child was born, she passed away due to birthing complication and I was left with a little brown haired baby girl. I was a mother. As much as I wanted Roxanne to be a permanent fixture in my life, I needed to devote myself to that baby who would grow up to be an amazing warrior.
After a while though, I eased Roxanne back into my life and that is where she stayed. From that point on she never left my side for very long. I love her very much and would do anything for her. She’s my demon and nobody could tell me otherwise.
I was never a mother to children whom I physically bore. I found I was never very good with children. My motherly instincts were off so I left reproduction to my sisters who wanted to rear babies. Instead though, I found that there were three children in my life who needed me more than I needed them.
The first two of three children came together as a package deal; Rurik and Vivienne Ivashkov. Like I said before, I had been with their Uncle and while their parents were off galavanting and causing chaos, I stayed with their Uncle and cared for them. The older of the two, Rurik, was just three. Of course I had experience with children, those children usually had mothers. These two did not. I had watched Rurik and Lady Anastasyia interact. She was very good with him. She was sweet and loving. She loved that little boy more than anything else. Sometimes I thought more than her own husband who seemed to have some sort of dislike toward his own son. I found it odd, but I never interjected. Once their parents were gone though, he looked to me for comfort that I did not know how to give. He would quietly cling to my leg or hide under my skirts to find comfort.
At first I was disgusted by the idea of this little boy hurling himself at me, but one night after a nanny put him to bed I heard him crying. The muffled sound made my heart ache. The fixture in this little boys life was gone and explaining to a child that his Mommy was no longer the person she once was was a rather large feat. I slipped into the room and he quickly popped up out of bed, rubbing his eyes to wipe away the evidence of his emotions. I sat on the edge of his bed and took him into my arms for comfort. I let him cry into my shoulder and wrap his little arms around me. I rubbed his back to calm him. I didn’t realize how much a child could hurt until I held Rurik in my arms and felt it. His young mind couldn’t comprehend pain and loss. He was just confused and upset. The least I could have done was just be a body for him to cling to. I began to hum a lullaby that I faintly remember from my own childhood as I rubbed his back. At some point he settled down and began to breath heavy. I just laid back on the bed and rolled onto my side with him curled up against my chest.
After that… I found that I grew to like the little blue eyed boy, even love. I was never sure if he understood what had happened to his parents, but at some point his father returned alone and put all of his focus into his daughter. Young Rurik would look to his father for approval or comfort, but he was always with Vivienne and left Rurik out in the dust. I cared for him though. I gave him the attention he wanted and tucked him in at night. I wasn’t his mother in any sense of the word, but I was there for him.
Little Vivienne had been just an infant of a couple of months when her parents were turned. I knew next to nothing about babies so the nannies and nurses cared for her most of the time. I felt like I ran the household in the middle of helping the children’s Uncle control his new thirst. I was not jealous of the actual Lady of the household, but then again I ran an entire Coven of woman at the time as well. They didn’t know what I had been doing at the time, but they knew I was tending to business and would be back as soon as I could be. Vivienne never clung to me the way Rurik did, but she stared at me with those big blue eyes of hers and cooed out of happiness.
Once the arrogant Lord himself came home, things changed. Of course I never truly controlled his home, but he didn’t seem grateful for the care his children and brother received. I couldn’t stand the man and he seemed to be looking for some sort of reason to have me gone. He found one at some point. Vivienne began to speak. Everybody aw’d whenever she said something new. I had to admit that it was very cute. That was until she looked to me, pointed, and cooed the dreadful word ‘Mommy.’ That one little word was all it took for Mikhail to flip. He wanted me gone. He wanted me to pack my bags and go far far away. I was not the mother of his children and he certainly was clear that nobody could ever replace the Lady of the household. So I packed my bags and my lover escorted me out.
It pained me to leave those children behind. My heart ached. In the end, my relationship with Rurik (the uncle) was strictly for the children. The love was there, but it wasn’t as prominent at it had been. We left it on good terms and still talk today. However when it came to the children, I regret not taking them with me when I left. Their father is a manipulative bastard. I watched them from a distance and as they grew, never interfering. If I saw that blue eyed boy struggling to sleep, I would sneak in through his window and just curl up around him to ease the war in his mind. I had so many chances to take him home to Italy with me, but I didn’t. I hate myself for it. His father ruined him and now… I don’t know what to think. There is still so much pain hiding behind those now red eyes and I know nothing I say or do can make it better. I can’t take him into my arms anymore and hum that lullaby. And that hold his mother still has on him… If I hadn’t felt the pain he did that night… She’d be dead. If it wasn’t for Vivienne’s attachment to Mikhail… He’d also be dead.
The third child I found along the way was Blair. She was the daughter born to the woman that died. Like I said, I didn’t love the woman, but she needed me for reasons I didn’t understand at the time. She chose me to hold onto and I honored that. In the end I think she knew something would go wrong. I think she knew she needed to find someone who would love and care for her little girl. Little did I know that after she was gone, I would have a baby of my own. I didn’t bring Roxanne back into my life for a little while. I didn’t want to lose her, but I needed to learn how to be a mother. I don’t think I was very successful in that area, but she turned out alright. I laid in bed with the small baby for countless hours just holding and caring for her.
After several months though, I brought Roxy back into my life. While I was the primary caregiver in Blair’s life, Roxy did what she could. I found it quite amusing to watch her entertain a baby for hours. I became protective over the little girl as she grew, but I never wanted her to know about her true origin. I never wanted her to know how I grew close with her mother and took on her care after she passed. I didn’t want her to look back and hate me for not being able to connect with her.
When she was of proper age, I tossed her into training with the rest of the young Valkyrie. As much as it pained me, I distanced myself from her at that point and allowed her to find her place in the coven. She had developed into this feisty young thing, but she was also very defiant. She wanted to do just the opposite of what she was told, but that seemed to be a trait of a certain demon in her life as well. Roxy seemed thoroughly convinced though that Blair had become this way all on her own without influence. I wasn’t convinced, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I took on Blair’s training and adding in a couple of other girls into her group so I didn’t look like I was picking favorites. I trained her hard over the years, pushing her to her breaking point time and time again. I wanted her to be the best of the best, but she didn’t seem to have that same goal or mindset. I continued to push her though in hopes it would click in her mind, but it didn’t. I don’t think it ever would. I’m not disappointed in her. I don’t think I can ever be. She’s grown into such a beautiful warrior. She’s a slacker, but I pushed her still with a bit of antagonizing. She’s never been able to beat me in a sparring match and she’ll never give up a chance to try. We still have our verbal disagreements. I’m much stricter with her than I am anybody else, but I don’t think she notices. I do love her like she is my own. She’ll just never know and I think it’s for the best.
My Coven originated in what is now known as Rome, Italy. We stayed there till 1800 when I moved my Coven from Rome to New York. That’s where we’ve been ever since. I own a large mansion outside the city where my coven resides together. I live their part time and stay in the city part time in an apartment when I need the space. My wife tends to follow where I go these days and I gladly welcome her with open arms.
I run an energy company that’s powered by the lightning my coven gives off. Most of the city is currently powered by my coven. We harness the energy given off by the lightning through rods and and distribute it evenly and steadily throughout the city.
I used the think living such a long life as a warrior would eventually become meaningless. I find that my life has a meaning now though. Looking back at all the people I’ve helped and met, I see that it all led me to the life I lead today. I have a beautiful woman I look forward to seeing every moment of every day and a coven who counts on me and looks to me for guidance and leadership. I feel lucky.
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Posted: Jul 30 2018, 10:28 AM
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