Lieselotte Valentin

[Lieselotte Valentin]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Lieselotte Ishtar Valentin PET NAMES: Ishtar/Crow AGE: 19 BIRTH DATE: October 31 BIRTH PLACE: Sericite GENDER: Female SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight MARITAL STATUS: Single OCCUPATION: Council Woman & Alchemic Mage FEALTY: State OUT OF CHARACTER: Meika ('Mee-kah') WAYS OF CONTACT: PM or YIM EMAIL: [e-mail]

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HISTORY:

Born in Sericite at witching hour, Lieselotte was to be the second eldest, having 4 brothers and one little sister. By the time she was of only three years, her parents had plans to send her off to school; the result, most of her childhood was spent with her nose in books. Having grown accustomed to atmosphere Valentin had grown a love for books, she reveled in all of them but even more so she enjoyed the fairytales of far away places most students rarely ever picked up.

The ancient, unopened books offered her the single bit of normality, having shown wisdom and academical achievements well beyond that of her generation, she graduated at 11. Through out her childhood leading up to the "fire" Lieselotte was moved around from district to district by her parents in their effort of making her a well "informed" citizen of the state and its entirety. While moving from around, Lieselotte had dabbled into many arts and found it hard to limit herself to just one thing. Growing up in the warm summers she spent her time out in the woods, hunting for food, while prim and proper as she was, she wasn't about to give into the criticism of her role as a woman in the society.

The image dipicted by traditions some people couldn't let go for sake of the times; leading to her reputation of breaking every stereotypical image people made of her by taking on jobs typically dominated by men, doing the unexspected, and when she'd finally become predictable, struck out on a new path. She snshrouded herself in the tasks of Divining, Alchemy, and even an inventor at times, however through her growing disastifaction of her occupations, these along with many other jobs of the past, had become mere hobbies so to say.

An optimistic thinker, Valentin was patient, more so than her master and peers could have imagined. She never stirred nor seemed to lose her cool in the midst of a crisis or argument. Possibly the key to her succuess was this sense of tranquilty that followed her around. One evening, she discovered by some stroke of luck that she could manipulate the position of her master's globe, a mage and alchemist who took her in as one of his own, while sitting in her seat she'd become a witch in the midst of a population of wealthy men and a few women hand chosen by the scholars.

While it'd be of no surprise to her master, Valentin was in awe at this sudden ability, unaware that magic wasn't too terribly uncommon in upper classmen. It was this same cool Autumn evening, the Eve of Samhein that Lieselotte would return home to Sericite to celebrate her birthday and for her, a shared day between herself and her elder brother, born twins on Halloween. Packing her backs she waved her Master a brief farewell, knowing all too well, she'd be returning the next morning after.

Coming home was an alien feeling, the streets more quiet than that of which she expect them to be. Greeted by her family, Lieselotte was freed of her own superstition of the judgmental villagers who formed a love-hate relationship with her in the town herself and her Master shared Residence with. The next morning was to be a time of great joy for her and her family. But in the far and not so distant streets of Elysium, cries from the nearby villages that fringed the outskirts of Sericite could be heard wailing in horror of the thickening black smoke that poured out into the sky in a large, threatening black cloud.

Whispers of the fearful residents were carried by the wind as mothers clang to their children and the men of the house made haste to secure their homes. For a long time, Sericite remained silent and still, except for the faint crying of children and the roaring of flames from one house nestled on the outskirts of the woods. In little more than two hours, the fire was exstinguished as the mages from the Palace summomed a storm that quickly doused the flames.

A search warrant had been issued by the Empire to search the remains of the burned residence in attempt to uncover evidence of a rebel attack. In vain the men had searched through the ash and found nothing. So sure of themselves that there was nothing there of use to them, the men filed cautiously out of the building and started heading back. But only for a brief moment. In the silence, one of the soldiers turned his head, having caught wind of a faint cry coming from deep within the rubble. This in turn had triggered a chain reaction as one soldier after another turned heads in direction of their comrad's.

A gentle breeze carried swiftly the muffled sounds of many now come together to join the faint sound of sobs while increasing steadily in volume. With a severe cast to the soldier's visage eyes searched from side to side in desparate attempt to pinpoint the source. As swift as a gun shot, a shriek from within the house peirced the ears of all present that day. With suspiscions proved, the men were sent bursting back through the threshold of the charred ruins and so began the real search. Camille's army took the house by seige and one of after the other they cornered what appeared to be the suspects retreating from the crime scene.

A small group of Rebels banded together, hidden in a wall of brick to elude the fire, were making their quick escape with a sledge hammer and axe, all of them armed, and one baring arms. The soldiers readied their weapons as the look on their faces changed drastically. With hesitation the commander made this harsh order, "Hold you fire!" this command along with a bone chilling scowl reached out in line with the rebel's gaze. Having anticipated failure the rebels had prepared themselves should their mission backfire. The expressions worn on the soldier's faces grew tense as the Valentin child was held at gun point.

Lieselotte squirmed in the rebel's grip as her Captor spoke, "We 'rebels' have a message for the Empiress. From now on we're calling the shots!" He sneered while the soldiers readied their weapons at his last remark. A well shot glare from the commander, however, left them lowering their guns once more. With a deeply confident smirk on their faces, the rebels began making their way across what was once the kitchen threshold. With Miss Valentin still at gun point being taken step by backward step with them toward the rear of the house where a wall stood perfectly destroyed by the fire; the soldiers held their tongue and with bitter looks watched the rebels as they made their way off the scene.

The commander narrowed his eyes before a streak of orange entered his periphial vision. Lieselotte whose eyes had been glued to the Commanders in anticipation followed his stare towards the object of attention. Once Lieselotte found what the commander was looking at her heart began racing a mile. Lurking in the shadows stood a figure crouched down low, as it stalked closer and closer toward a fallen beam that'd forged a hole through the second floor. The girl quietly sobbed as she watched the creature from above disappear from her site. The commander smirked as he looked Lieselotte, "Ready you're weapons!" He ordered and for a hestitant second the soldiers looked at one another but did as they'd been ordered.

With a renewed look of aggrivation the rebel held the gun with shaking hands; the Commander stared down the rebel's gaze. "Aim!" He called. It was now over, a gunblast echoed through out the town along with the shrieks of one of the rebel men. Lieselotte fell to the ground following the commanded order to open fire at the rebels. In what was a moment of pure dumb luck, when Liselotte saw the Villager pulling the trigger at lightning speed, Claude had sprung from the second floor and onto the villagers head and when what should have been her, lying dead on the ground, a fellow villager laid motionless at his ally's misguided aim.

Clinging to the rebels skin the clever cat did well to claw at the middle aged man before jumping to saftey by his Master's side and the Commander ordered his men to Fire. It's now been five years and being part of Camille's council wasn't as hard of a task as many had anticipated. For what the rest of the Council didn't know is that the Valentin family rose to power by way of fullfilling the demands of the people in such a way that brought like prosperity to the Empiress and her subjects. With her precious cat in arm, Lieselotte was escorted to the Palace, she had been orphaned of two parents who'd been positioned as the Empiress' Councilmen.

The loyalty to Lieselotte displayed by the Empiress' soldiers played a key role to the young mage in training as being part of the population whose fealty had been sworn to State. Over the last three years Lieselotte was expected to learn, and learn fast, merely having an education wasn't enough to fill the place her parents had, her first year after the fire was spent training under a Scholar as well as her Master at the Village, bombed in each direction with tasks and books that would someday make her a formidiable mind.

In three years, the Scholar she'd studied under had decided she no longer needed his aide and Lieselotte went on to persue the task of Council Woman and persuing answers to a string of Rumors that aimed at the possible link between the fire and a second survivor which carried the mark of a phoenix similar to that of her own. The mark that every Valentin had been born with, most commonly seen in colors of fire, but none had been so striking as that which belonged to Lieselotte and one other who was assumed to have perished in the fire. Something she'd learned quickly through her Masters lessons of fire, survival at such critical degree was an act of God unachievable by Elysians should there be no guard to protect them from the flames.

The fire had burned her entire family, that was what they wrote on the records, and this had been widely accepted as fact for a long time. The mark of the phoenix was so specific that a common misconception was that Lieselotte carried this inky obsidian tribal mark as a tatoo. However, only those born into her line were aware that this tribal mark was a birthmark which marked their descent to ancient scholars long before the Greeks and Romans had given way to minds such as that of Aristotle and Plato. The rumors of a said survior and serving under Camille has been Lieselotte's top priorities in recents years.

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The girl waved with a smile wide as the distance between the heavens and Earth as her Master saw her off to Sericite. With a small suitcase Valentin would go back to the place she was born and awaiting her were the expectations of her parents. From the moment her feet hit the floor and came to footing with the silent streets, Valentin looked at the lonely and quiet, yet, beautiful streets of her "home" before she found herself to be standing at the threshold to her parents home. Why was it different? What made Sericite no longer her home anymore? The question and its answer was looming clear over the horizon in plain site for eyes to see. Singing silently in the angelic voice she had been told many a time she had inheritted from her mother, Lieselotte smiled as her spirits uplifted.

It was her secret Lullaby.

In awe of it's magnifigance. Having viewed the palace from a far in the dormatories, she'd read as much in books as she could with what she could find on it's origins, history, and what ever else the text books had to say on it. She was pro-empire from the start. Home seemed and felt as if it were there, not here. Lieselotte Valentin sighed inwardly but smiled brightly, ::: One can never reach the top if they have no confidence of ever making it as far. ::: She thought quietly to herself as she pushed open the front gate and carried her luggage to the front door.

Pulling out an envelope from her coat she traced her fingers over to the black seal with a V in a mix of what seemed like Black Letter and Scripted font. This was the place she thought to herself as her eyes laid sight on the phoenix on the front door. Her family's signiture, they were all born with it. A tatoo, which was really a birth mark, resembling a phoenix wove around the features of every Valentin known to date.

Starting from neck and moving in elegant twists past her shoudler and shoudler blades the Phoenix Lieselotte Valentin carried was the first of its kind, how unusual it had been, instead of the usual silver or firey glow, Lieselotte's mark looked more to be a tatoo than it did an actual birthmark. The phoenix was symbol of power and immortality for from the ashes they are reborn. Its lines flowed like liquid in heavy obsidian strokes though unless one drew near, no one would notice that it was even there. The mark of the phoenix.

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