Post by Maya Valyntine on Jan 13, 2014 1:04:17 GMT -4
MAYA VALYNTINE SIXTY-SEVEN VAMPIRE MEGAN FOX VALYNTINE | TIMEZONE: eastern HOW DID YOU FIND US?: proboards support CONTACT INFORMATION: pm NICKNAME(S): val DATE OF BIRTH: 01/03/1947 DATE OF CHANGE: 08/24/1972 BIRTHPLACE: san fransisco, california HOMETOWN: san fransisco, california CURRENT RESIDENCE: las vegas, nevada DIET: human blood MAIN ANIMAL: n/a SPECIES APPEARANCE: n/a SCARS/MARKS: n/a PERSONAL STYLE: maya is a very, very well maintained woman. she's flawless. normally, she sticks with dark colors; sticking with dark reds, greys, and black. you'll never catch her in a pair of shoes that doesn't have a heel on them that is lower than four inches, adding to her already towering model-like height. the style of clothes she wears revolves around the latest, classy trends. she never dresses like a show-girl, but like a woman that knows her worth and knows that she doesn't have to dress like one to get attention. OCCUPATION: bounty hunter for vinci. AFFILIATION: bounty hunter. ABILITY: has heightened speed. a lot faster than other vampires. MAGI ABILITY: n/a First Specialty: n/a Second Specialty: n/a LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: maya is an interesting character. she has no filter. whatever comes to her mind, she says. she doesn't care if your feelings get hurt, or if you hate her for it. it doesn't make a difference to her. she kills and hunts for a living. she has no care in the world. the only person she shows any kind of respect for is demon, her coven leader, and that's only when he gets angry at her for being a smartass and hardly ever listening. she's a spitfire and it takes a lot to get her to shut up. she loves aggravating the weres. it's her favorite past time. she will literally go out of her way to have an encounter with one just to pluck at their nerves. it's a sick, twisted pleasure of hers. another thing she enjoys is humans. she thinks of them as worms since she's gotten on her vampire high horse. their fragile, weak bodies gross her out, but she loves toying with them. her flawless beauty seems to entrance most of the men and the way they drool over her with their tongues out of their mouths amuses her to no end. plus... it makes hunting them a lot easier as well. the women are challenging, but she hardly goes for those so that's not a problem. she likes the intimacy that hunting a male human creates. she's insane, but she has no problem with it. FATHER: joseph valyntine [deceased] MOTHER: maria valyntine [deceased] SIBLINGS: joseph valyntine ii - older [deceased] OTHER FAMILY: n/a OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: drake indinero [deceased] HISTORY: san fransisco in 1947 was a bustling city. maya was born to very happy parents. her mother wanted a girl to doll up since her first was a boy. her father worked in a factory and her mother was a stay at home mom. maya never had a problem in school as she grew up, and graduated college at the top of her class, though school wasn't really her forte. she loved watching action movies at the local theater, and wanted nothing more than to play with guns, blades, and all sorts of things. it was her passion since she was young. so, she went to college for weapon tech. it was hard getting in at the time as a female, but she managed by pushing herself even harder and making a fool out of most of the men in her class by knowing more and studying harder. at the age of twenty-five, she flew out to texas with some people in her class for one of the largest gun shows in the nation. after the show, they decided to go out and have a few drinks, where she met a man that had her completely in awe. he was flawless. glistening green eyes, dark hair, and a body that any straight female would drool over. he talked her into going outside with him where it was more quiet, and while she had her back turned he slipped his hand over her mouth and drug her back into the alley-way. she tried to fight him but he was strong. stronger than any man she'd ever known. a sharp pain lit through her neck and that was the last thing she remembered. the next thing she knew she woke up in a dark room, the man that drug her into the alley standing in the corner with a smirk on her face. automatically, maya exploded; not knowing what was going on. he quickly told her he hadn't hurt her, then laughed and said kind of. he explained to her that his name was drake indinero, and that he was a vampire. maya, of course, laughed and told him he was crazy and that she wanted to go home. he then began to explain to her that he had also changed her into what he was. again, she didn't believe him; calling him insane. he then slid a blade across neck, and the scent of blood was so powerful it knocked the wind out of her. what frightened her the most was the fact her throat burned for it. she wanted it. with unnatural speed she launched herself at him, sinking her new fangs deep within his throat. maya never truly returned to school after that. drake told her she needed to drop out, he would pay off her tuition, and that she needed to go with him. so, they went to las vegas. they stayed rouge for the longest time, though two powerful clans were there. drake explained to her that it was a lot more simple to be alone. even when drake was off on his own, he always let her know where he was through the connection. he taught her a lot in the city of sin. she became a skilled fighter and killer. he taught her how to hunt, how to track, and how to make a clean kill. then, the day came that she lost drake. the werewolves were bulking, and they were destroying rouges left and right. in an angry battle, that maya tried her hardest to get to, drake was killed. she was devastated. rage flooded her body, but she couldn't do anything. so she fled. she hit the shadows and stayed quiet and on the low. the clan vinci was in need of a bounty hunter. word had gotten to her, so she went to see the clan leader. her heart was bitter, and so her attitude shifted. she went from a beautiful girl with a malicious skill, but a good heart. now, she was cold. she had no care. nothing bothered her. all she had left was the talent she possessed and she would use it to its fullest. |
