Post by Velia Walsh on Jul 15, 2009 19:39:47 GMT -5
Velia Walsh
Don't let her innocuous appearance fool you. She'd sell your soul for a soda. Also, blue eyes, yeah. She has those.
Alias: As others note the young girl's mastery over personas and ability to appear to have any emotion ever any time she wants, they have dubbed her, half jokingly, half as a true title, Masque.
Age: 16, though will introduce herself as 18.
Gender: Female
Family: Libertore
Mafia Rank: Negotiator/Emergency Assassin
Sexuality: Heterosexual, though will swing the other way should it get her what she wants.
Psychological overview: Having been convinced by Picard Rossi that her actions on the day of her parents' and Gabriel's murders were justified and, indeed, encouraged, this Masque will have far fewer qualms regarding the manipulation, control, screwing over, lying to, and even killing of other human beings.
She's still the old Q on the inside, though, as her love of psychology and the human mind still persists. Just expect her to be a bit more experimental with those that she watches. Questions that reveal a subject's hidden past, circumlocution that forces a subject to admit that his past actions were horribly wrong, and virtually any other method of psychological torture will be employed by her solely for the purpose of discovery and observing the subject's reaction.
She's not completely sadistic, however, and she's not incapable of becoming close to someone. These few that will truly get on her good side and not simply be under that impression will be revealed to a remarkable different side of her filled with curiosity. Not her fault that this curiosity involves the melting of others' brains.
As well, she feels little if any loyalty to the Libetore family on the whole, and really only sees Picard, currently, as the sole person she wouldn't dare manipulate. Still, this won't keep her from vying for his job by any means.
Usual appearance: While casually walking around town or in the Libertore mansion, Velia will wear a long leather trench coat concealing everything else that she's wearing, and, indeed, nearly touching the ground in the process. Upon taking this off, however, it is revealed she wears something akin to a school-girl's uniform, explaining, "The coat keeps me warm while the skirt gives my legs some freedom. It's only practical, if you think about it." She'll obviously change her attire for special occasions, though.
Physically, she's a rather attractive girl, standing at 5'3" with long, taken care of brown hair coupled with deep, almost navy blue, eyes. Everything about her screams feminine, from the petite nose to the smooth jawline to the slightly-above-average bust to the curves that complimented such a body to the long elegant legs, all of which is topped off with rather smooth skin.
Personal Information
Birthplace: London, England
Current residence: Libertore Mansion, Italy
Ethnic background: She's a pure-blooded Brit, sans accent.
Past incidents: Even in the 1960's, cults were booming, and it didn't taken long for Velia's parents to be sucked into the manipulative world created by Gabriel Samael. They were manipulated; they were starved; they were abused, but, most of all, they believed that they were saved. Young Velia, having grown up in this life, knew nothing else until Gabriel offered to take her under his wing, easily convincing her parents that God was a far better parent than they were.
Immediately he began breaking the mold that her early childhood had taught her. Velia slowly began to see the world for what it was, and slowly began to realize that these people were clinging to a false hope.
False hope. This world around her. Was there truly any real hope?
That's redundant.
Still, though, this man had manipulated her herself before revealing to her his ways. Velia couldn't stand for that; her pride had been injured! Plus, her parents, who, despite their ignorance, still fought to keep her and protect her from harm.
I-... I'll be doing them a favor. I'll do it for them!
And thusly, she was justified.
It was a cold and dreary morning the day that Gabriel had set up a meeting in his household; a rare occurrence for the cult, and a welcome treat, considering Gabriel had both air conditioning and a heater installed.
These physical comforts, however, did nothing to please Velia's mind. A few minutes after the meeting began, she politely excused herself to the restroom, but instead made her way over to the phone, quietly and convincingly phoning the police and stating that they should send over every officer available.
So they did, busting down doors with their billy clubs and bowler hats and eventually making their way to the meeting place.
Velia then cut off all emotion and all innocence, becoming her own puppet.
"Th- They raped me! All of them! Dear God, why? Why didn't you come earlier?! All of them, inside me!"
Sobbing uncontrollably and huddled in a fetal position in the corner, Gabriel could only think, "Oh shi-" before being gunned down by one officer's hand-gun, the man having had a similar experience just prior to being let back onto the force. The room paniced, but the man miracuously, or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, managed to kill three more people before his fellow officers held him back, two of which happened to be Velia's parents.
She was brought back to the station, where, still hiding herself from the outside world for what she did, her body played out the required emotions perfectly, sobbing in the correct places and doing an extremely convincing job
With only her convincing testimony to go off of, the surviving members of the cult were convicted and sentenced to several years in prison. Velia was put into a foster home and also assigned a psychiatrist.
Well, she would have been.
On her first day at the orphanage, a strange man approached her.
"Young Velia Walsh, I presume? Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet one so talented. Even capable of fooling the London police at such a tender age."
Leaning down, he touched the underside of her chin with his hand, gently, lifting her up to look him in the eyes.
What? How did he figure it out?
"My information networks run deep, my dear. One officer reported that the arrangement of people in the room contradicted what you said, but you gave such a moving performance as to convince him otherwise. Truly, I am impressed.
Impressed, but not as gullible as he."
She mentally gulped, cursing her carelessness.
"S- So what're you going to do? Report me?"
Her sweet Brish accent. Ah, she'd make a perfect talker.
"No, my dear. I'm going to recruit you."
Medical problems: She is farsighted, and needs to put on glasses to read. She usually won't wear them unless required, however.
[code;;]Velia Walsh--Kyonko--Gender Flipped 'The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'[/code;;]
And in your free time?
OOC Name: Masque, Jity, Q, etc.
Age: 16
Number of years role playing: Er... Let's see... Probably five or six, if you wanna stretch it.
Any extra notes: Velia is still the Q we all know and love, just slightly more amoral and a bit more Magnificent Bastardy, emphasis on the Bastard.
As well...
-Speaks French, English, and Italian.
-As a Brit, she does have a natural dislike of the French on a whole, though will not carry over this stereotype to individuals.
-As well, her preferred weapon would be a hand gun, three of which are hidden in her trench coat at all times. She was taught how to wield, clean, and otherwise master these weapons upon her induction into the Libertore family.
-When they say she's an emergency assassin, they truly mean it. She will be their resort only if all other options are dead or indisposed and the target needs to be dead now. Otherwise, she will simply remain at the negotiation table, using diplomacy to destroy her enemies.
