Valeria Martín

Soldier, and eventual Rebel of sorts.

Val
Hera

Female

19

150

5'8

Dark Black, with small strands of natural silver. A chunk in the front is almost completely gray, a product of stress, despite her young age.

Regulation is no longer than 12 inches, and it must be pulled up. She keeps it closer to 10, and tied up into a short ponytail.

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Olive green, leaning more towards grey.

Human, she assumes.
Hispanic.

Olive

Lightly muscled

Her right arm in a mechanic prosthetic, built to amplify her abilities and essentially make her a weapon.
Scars, man. Everywhere. Her most notable ones are probably the scars around where her prosthetic meets her shoulder, and the long, jagged ones along her abdomen.

Stoic
Has absolutely no tells when she's lying, as a result of her training.
Incredible posture
It's super hard to get her to smile, and the closest anyone's seen is her lips twitching.

The kingdom, and as such, her loyalty to the King.
Protecting and helping others.

She can appear emotionless sometimes, and is maybe too loyal. Training oriented, and focused on getting better.

Hand to hand combat
Combat in close confines, weaponized or not.
An incredible pain tolerance
Rallying people
Leading
Planning, when she deigns to come up with her own plans
Mechanics

Training. That's...that's literally it. The gal doesn't do anything else.

PTSD

None. Doesn't have time for worship.

Soldier in the Glarian army.

She's always wearing the navy blue of the uniform, but her favorite color is actually lilac.

She doesn't have one, but if she had to pick, she might go with mashed potatoes, her favorite part of the set meals they have.

A skeleton key, given to her by a little girl who's life she saved. Since she isn't allowed to wear jewelry, though she would love to put it on a chain, she keeps it in the breast pocket of her uniform key.

Her 'pistol'.

Ravens

December 22nd

Possibly a primary education, but she can't really remember. Has basic knowledge of things like reading, but her training has focused on fighting, surviving, and the like.

Anything before her eleventh year is a mystery to her. She was, she assumes, saved by Commander Gabriel Yevvon, and subsequently taken in and raised by him and other officials and soldiers alike. Once she was fourteen, she officially joined the army, starting her training as a soldier. After a nasty fight about a year ago, in which she lost her arm, she underwent an experimental procedure, gaining a prosthetic arm of sorts, designed to up her power. It is impossible to control, and she refuses to use it.

Magic: The ability to turn things to dust just by touching them, which took forever to learn how to control. She still wears gloves thanks to it. Her prosthetic arm boosts that ability when it comes to that hand, and makes it almost impossible to control. If she lays the palm of that hand flat on something, she can send earthquake like tremors through it. She can't stand that ability though, and the damage it causes.

Casual: Tank tops in various colors. Occasionally long sleeved shirts when she's cold.
Uniform: A navy blue short sleeved button up, tucked into her pants.

Jackets: A navy trench coat, for formal occasions. A grey army jacket sometimes, for less formal occasions.

Black cargo pants, as part of her uniform. For more formal occasions, she'll wear black jeans.

Black combat boots.

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