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I wanna thank JackAllan For the pics, you're my bestest friend, and thanks Lexx for telling Jack about me.
(For the record, she's not a Kitsune, she's an Anthro Fox.)
Name:Valerisk Seaths Kitsune
Age: 30
Weight: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Height: 5' 11"
Breast size: 34 C
Vore pref: 80% Pred 20% Prey
Gender: Can you not see the boobs?
“What do you mean there's a SECOND one?” The wolf looked over at his comrade as he pointed to the sleeping young fox girl.
“Yeah, the first one we caught was just a small girl, but it seems they have a second child too.” The red wolf nodded to the other gray wolf. “My son, Kamon, would be about her age...”
“The orders were to capture all of Rosettia's Children, not to just snag one.” The gray wolf growled a bit at the other. “...when Xalkz finds out--”
“IF he finds out...” The Red Wolf nodded to his comrade. “We just say this was the only one. The second child won't live long without his parents anyway.” He'd only glimpsed a sight of the destroyed home after the two fox's had annihilated themselves in order to kill his other comrades. It was terrible, blood and gore everywhere... The gray wolf scoffed at him for a moment, then nodded.
“...The Silver Bullet Werewolves don't take betrayal lightly Rosettia...” The gray stood over the sleeping girl. “...maybe your daughter will better understand that.”
And thusly, Val's young life was cast into military understanding, and she was never the same...
History and Buildup
Starting from when Val was simply eight years old, she's had nothing but military and political training. She never had much of a social life other than that of the many, many male wolves she always worked with. It wasn't much of a problem when she was younger, they were just a bunch of old guys Val knew. However, reaching older ages, such as sixteen and on, Val learned what it was like to be hit on. At first she accepted the extra attention with grace, but after awhile, when she learned what exactly that attention was for, she grew pissy, violent, and down right angry when guys tried anything she saw as degrading towards women. The militant training she received was used constantly to beat the hell out of men that wouldn't take no for an answer.
Does this mean that Val hates men? Hell no. Val likes guys who both understand their place as well as treat her with enough respect to not act like she's a cheap floozy. But enough of that.
Val had pretty much the soldier ideal beat into her head. It was a form of brainwashing that went hand in hand with basic survival skills. Once Val was eighteen, she was sent out on her first ever mission with two other support operatives. Only Val came back, covered in blood, half riddled with bullets, and carrying half the carcass of an enemy soldier... in her mouth.
After the results showed how lethal Val was, she was assigned to steadily more dangerous jobs and missions, the survival rate of anyone going with her only maxing out at thirty percent. However, Val never failed. Her mission success rate was always maxed out at one hundred percent. Despite the fact nearly everyone who ever went with her on a mission ended up dieing, or going 'missing in action,' her prowess as a soldier for the Silver Bullet Werewolves was astounding.
But, tragedy struck the entire company with the addition of IZ to the group. The monster was supposedly made to out do Val in every field. IZ had all of Val's prowess, plus pre-recorded military data. Along with being built like twenty tanks, anything Val could accomplish, IZ could do better. However, IZ found there to be a flaw with the SBW's particular chain of command, and assumed total control. It then tried to breed with Val, to create a sort of super soldier, but Val escaped the SBW's main head quarter's and wound up in the city near the park.
While looking into city records, she found she wasn't he only person with the registered last name 'Kitsune,' as she located one 'NovaFoxx Sarks Kitsune' and it perplexed Valerisk. Normally, she probably would have let it go, but the middle name had rung a bit to her. Her middle name was 'Seaths', like her mother's had been, and the middle name for her father was 'Sarks,' which made it so odd. She knew her brother, Vaughn, had been named that same middle name and last name, but was this Nova person related to Vaughn somehow? She had to know...
She had planned to meet this person at his private military installation, the 'Foxx Fangs' PMCHQ (Private Military Contractors Head Quarters) which was located in this same city. It was a busy place she stumbled upon, soldiers of many different types, builds, species, everything. The SBW had nothing like this. Val was more astounded than anything by the pure amount of technology and military know how portrayed by every single soldier. She almost forgot why she was there for a moment, before being redirected by the secretary to Nova's office.
Upon reaching the floor she was told to find, she came across the fox, who was very young looking for corporate CEO, working on a metallic right arm, before reattaching it and addressing her.
“Yeah, you wanted to talk, miss? I don't have a lot of time before I'm supposed to ship out with some newer recruits to a warzone out in the colder parts of the world.” He said to her, sitting back in his chair, keeping eye contact. Val was astonished yet again, if this person 'was' in fact her brother, they've both tasted what it's like to be a soldier.
“Uh... Right. Uhm...” Val could barely choke out what she wanted to ask, something odd keeping her back. She was kind of afraid of what might result if this was not the person she thought it was. Though she stiffened up and took a breath. “Vaughn!” She suddenly spoke out, clearly, authoritatively, and hopefully. The fox perked a brow at her for a moment, looking at her oddly.
“...” There was a thick silence in the room before Nova started standing up. “....only... my sister... Jacky... and my parents knew that name...” He steadily started coming around the desk, before pulling a large magnum handgun from his black trenchcoat. “...and all of them are dead. So, who are you?”
The vixen nearly broke down in tears when she realized it was indeed her brother. “Vaughn... It's been twenty years...” She stepped forward and suddenly snatched the gun from his grasp while bending his arm up behind him, but he reacted just as fast and unwound, only to get turned around and suddenly pulled into a hug by the vixen. “...It's me... Valerisk... I've missed you so much...”
Nova went wide eyed for a second. Now he was certain of it, this vixen either knew everything about him... or... the more obvious answer...
“...Val...” He slowly brought his arms up to hug her back. “...BV?” He said, using a pet name he'd used when he was no more than four years old.
She nodded to him, holding him close. “...Big Val... Yeah... and Vaughn...” She started crying miserably. “...I thought you died...” Nova nodded back to her.
“...I thought you did...” He said back to her. The two siblings had finally reunited after their many years apart and after the tragedy they both endured.
Recent History
Since Val had re-assimilated into natural life, she'd been able to get a home from her brother's generous contributions. A nice condominium suite on the top floor of a local building. She loved having her own space in comparison to the barracks she lived in, but it never felt the same. Since then, she's tried dating, but what does a girl who's known nothing but the soldier life and acts like one of the guys at times do on a date with someone who's used to the happy go lucky spirit of a teenager turned young adult? Needless to say, she's done a LOT of dating, lots of sex, lots of failed relationships, and lots of turbulence.
This put a mental strain on Val's mind, trying to shift between her soldier life compared to a normal life. She developed a form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder solely for the fact that she's accustomed to hearing bullets, blades, and other such militant sounds, rather than idle chatter, music on the corner, and the sounds of 'fun' as it were. Her idea of fun is practicing her aim with a ten gauge shotgun. So when guys suggest going to the movies, her reply is 'But their stuff is fake! The real thing is way more fun!' You can guess who never got a call the next morning...
This mental disorder she developed however proved to be a lot more dangerous than first diagnosed. She, after one particularly bad date, murdered the guy and tossed his disheveled corpse from a cliff. The police investigation turned up nothing however, and Val got away with it. Fearing her 'normal' life would be destroyed, she got some mood elevators and started using them whenever she got too erratic. But heaven help the guy she winds up with when Val is going psycho and she runs out of meds...
More recently, Val finally found a person to be with, known as ChieftainTundra, but she always called him 'The Chief' or 'Chiefy.' However, after much time together and plans for marriage and children, Val was abducted by her old 'accomplice' IZ, and in the course of saving her, Tundra was viciously murdered by her. Though Val and her brother, Nova, both escaped unharmed, the two both lament Tundra's death.
Now, she's slightly in mourning, making her disorder even worse, but she's trying her damndest to get through it.
Quirks and what not.
Val is classified as a Red Fox in species, but her fur is more of a gold color, rather than her brother's actual red. Her hair spans upward and out, and reaches down to her tail. Twenty Two years without a hair-cut really let's a girl's hair grow out. She's normally wearing her tan colored jacket and Khaki's, along with a pair of combat boots.
She has several bullet scars on her stomach, due to both shooting herself and being shot there in order to avert two separate child births. She probably won't tell you why she did it to herself though, that's personal.
Her body is highly toned with muscle, seeing as how her success rate also came from just how well of a body she kept. She's incredibly fast and has great endurance. She's been able to out run cars on the highway with just how well kept she is. If one were to get lucky to feel her body, they'd not find an ounce of fat. Nothing but pure muscle.
Val's combat know how spans off of a fighting style known as Vale Tudo. It's comprised mostly of highly charged up kicks and rapid machine gun style punches. Combined with Val's already impressive physique and you've got a chick who could kick your ass and make you puke your lungs out in the same move.
Vorish stuff (I know for a fact you skipped to this part after looking at the pictures. XD)
Val isn't picky. She'll eat just about anything when she either gets a blood lust or loses her mind. Hard vore, soft vore, doesn't matter. Thing is, you're getting eaten. Now, she might do other forms of vore during sex, but that's all dependent on her mood.
That's all folks, message me if you don't understand something or have a question.
-OOC-
I normally don't mind what level of player you are, or if you approach in IC or OOC first. I myself always approach OOC unless I know you, or have read something that dictates otherwise. All I ask is that you play in the 3rd person. I'm not my character. I know this may not be the case for others, but don't say 'I do this to you' because again, I'm NOT Valerisk, I PLAY Valerisk.
I usually try to run several things at once, usually out of boredom. But if I see that you're an exceptionally well versed player, I'll try to focus mainly on you.
Depending on the partner, I play at their level. If you can dish out 2 lines a post, fine, I'll do the same. If you can dish out story books, then I'll try to match you.
If you come to me wanting to play, have an idea ready. If I come to you, I'll always have an idea ready.
Dislikes - I really can't believe I'm placing this in here.
Off Handed Bleh - This is referring to people who I approach, who lead me on for hours, then give me a ':|' face and kind of drift off. If you don't wanna play, fucking tell me.
Not even trying - People who look good, have good posts in their profile, and turn around and type shit. Come on! You can do better than this!
Lesbians - I don't hate lesbians, I hate lesbians who hate men. Also, I hate hostile lesbians. Meaning if I talk to you 'at all' as a guy, and you get defensive, then I turn around and talk to you as a girl, and you suddenly want me, then I hate you.
'are you hungry?' - stop fucking asking.
I love you! - It's a character. Valerisk is a character. Valerisk is a mother fucking character.
Whore Types - Am I saying sex whores? F-No. Sex whores are welcomed. Lemme fill you guys in. I mean those types who whore themselves out to twenty thousand different people, can do anything god can do and more, and suddenly have the powers of the universe at their command. Seriously, it's worse than god modding. Accept the fact that this shit doesn't happen in mere moments.