Dianthe Luna Valari {FINISHED}

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;;Dianthe Luna Valari;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::NAME::
Richelle
::AGE:
17
::GENDER::
Female
::RP EXPERIENCE::
Long enough
::CONTACTING YOU::
PM is fine
::ACTIVITY::
EST Time zone - I do my best to be on everyday, at odd hours usually
::THE PUPPETS::
Alexander Lee Harten
Derick Harten
Grace Raven Doss

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::ALIAS::
Dia; Diana
::NAME::
Dianthe Luna Valari
::AGE::
22
::GENDER::
Female
::ORIENTATION::
Straight
::SPECIES::
Human / Necromancer
::JOB::
None; Works full time with the ‘family business’
::RELIGIOUS AFFILATION::
None

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::STRENGTHS::
1. Speed
2. Stealth
3. Fighting

::SUMMARY::
Dia is built very lithe and slim. She can move fast easily without making much or any noise. She prefers stealth to any sort of fighting, which seems odd if you knew her personality. She tends to stick out when she’s just being herself, but she had found the easiest way to win a battle is to sneak around the back. She’s a very good fighter, but not the best in her family. Her better weapon is her fists, but for the kill is a gun of some sorts. That, perhaps, has something to do with her flair for something a little more flashy than simply fists.

::WEAKNESES::
1. Knives or Swords
2. Friendship
3.Loyality

::SUMMARY::
If you put anything that resembles in a blade in Dia’s hand, she might do one of two things with it. She might drop it or cut herself with the thing. She’s never been agile with the type of weapon to do much of anything with it. Sure, she can finish off a vampire alright with one, but as far as fighting with it, she’s hopeless. Dia’s also easily beguiled into friendship. Growing up with a large protective family leaves her very open to others flaws, and sometimes she might not see the evil in others that is apparent. This has lead her to one or two very dangerous situations. Her loyaity can also be seen as a huge weakness as she wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to lay down her life for a loved one.

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::HAIR::
Blonde
::EYES::
Green
::HEIGHT::
5’4’’
::WEIGHT::
120
:MARKS::
Tattoo of her family’s crest on her left shoulder blade
::SKIN TONE::
Pale
::BODY TYPE::
Lithe
::CLOTHES::
Eccentric; high fashion

::SUMMARY::
It’s safe to say that Dia stands out in the crowd. With her white blonde hair and outfits that seem like they belong on a runway she doesn’t have to try too hard to stand out in a crowd. She had always had an interest in the so called high fashion and never misses an opportunity to show some of her eccentric interests, though when she is going on a hunt with her sisters, she tones down the outfit a little, allowing for more stealth and movement. Her favorite color to dress in is silver, perhaps coming from her mothers little obsession with the moon. Most of the time she does her best to include that color in every outfit.

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::LIKES::
1. Being unique
2. The moon
3. Family/Friendship

::DISLIKES::
1. Stubbornness
2. Mundane
3. Sleeping in the dark

::FLAWS::
1. Impulsive
2. Strong-headed
3. Trusting

::BLESSINGS::
1. Loyal
2. Independent
3. Positive

::SUMMARY::
Being raised in a decent sized family without a father figure, Dia learned from an early age that the only way to survive was to depend on each other. She’d die for any one of her sisters, or a friend in a heartbeat, as she feels that is the best way to go. But alongside his loyality, she has also learned that sometimes you have to watch your own back. She has a strong sense of independence in that sense. Although she knows her family will always be there, you can never risk the chance of something happening if they cannot. She absolutely cant stand people who are hard headed, or wont change their opinions on things, but what she fails to see is that she is the exact same way. No amount of arguing with her on the matter will change her opinion. The fact that she follows her gut rather than her mind has gotten her hurt more than a few times, but it has also gotten her saved just as much. There is no thing as just half-living to her, she does everything head strong and full out. Some see it as extremely foolish, but just as many see it as the only way to go.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::FAMILY MEMBERS::
Leah Varali – Mother
? – Father
Luna Varali – Older sister
Selena Varali – 2rd Sister
Star Varali – 3rd Sister
Sunshine Varali – Youngest Sister
::SCHOOL::
Home Schooled
::GRADUATION YEAR::
N/A

::HISTORY::
Dia was born into a long line of female hunters on a snowy winter’s night. The second child in a soon to be line of female children, her mother knew there was going to be something different about her newest child. Dia grew up as normal as one could get when the family’s business was to hunt down all the creatures of the night that could bring harm to the other unknowing humans. While most kids were learning how to add and divide, Dia was learning just how to stake a vampire so that they couldn’t bother anyone again. Along with these other ‘skills’ she was taught math, English, and other rudimentary learning skills. Dia learned quickly, and completed most of her home schooled courses faster than one would finish high school, but she was by no means the most intelligent in her home; that role belonged to the oldest of them all, Luna. Her difference became very apparent right from the beginning, when her mother would often find her sitting and staring calmly at nothing but air. Though it was faint, Dia had always had a slight connection with the presence of the dead. For that reason alone she tended to avoid graveyards as much as possible.
When she reached the end of her teenage years, she finally was set loose with the family to take her training to the test. Fighting was a rush for her, but it wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. IT was more of the fact that she was with her family, being a part of them and helping them help other people. They could be doing something completely different and she wouldn’t have minded. Fighting wasn’t everything to her as it was to her youngest sister. It was simply something they did. Since she wasn’t so passionate about fighting, she wasn’t always the best, but with her youngest sister she could kick some serious ass.
It wasn’t very many years later that Dia learned just how different she really was. The night was chilly, with a foreboding tug to the wind. The moon was dull, barely visible in the sky, which made Dia extremely nervous. Although she loved the moon, she didn’t love the darkness of night without its light. Most her sisters felt that way, and the blamed it on their mother’s habit of naming them after the moon. Dia was trailing behind, her steps almost cautious as they journeyed home, it had been a good night, not one but two horrible creatures that were tormenting humans were gone. The graveyard was a sight they passed almost every night, but tonight, something pulled her to it. She signaled to her sister and took the detour.
Her instincts had been right, something was lurking in the confines of the graveyard. An evil so strong that it made the hair rise on the back of their necks. The creature they faced there was no mere werewolf or vampire. It was something much more ancient, much more dangerous. Regaurdless of it’s evil, Dia attacked. But even with the help of her sister, it was turning into a futile fight. She was slammed against a gravestone, her head bouncing violently off the back of it. There seemed little hope for them now, and as Dia was close to passing out, she was desperate for any strength she could find in herself.
The next events were all a blur. She felt a power surge in her, that wasn’t physical, but something altogether different. Suddenly they weren’t alone in battle, the soil beneath her began to separate. Something was rising. Something joined them, and something attacked the demon before them. It gave them the finally push to cause the demon to be defeated. At least they hoped it was defeated – all Dia knew was that it was gone.
They ran home at breakneck speed, much as little children did. The soil of the grave covered Dia staining her clothes and hair as her mind flew over what happened. Had she just – no. That wasn’t possible, was it. Well, with all the things that went bump in the night it wasn’t safe to say that. But her sister had seen just the same.
Once the realization settled in, Dia hungered for knowledge. She trains her powers under the guidance of her mother now, but more than anything, she longs to find someone who shares this odd situation, if they do exist. She constantly prays for one of her sisters to start raising the corpse of rats or something odd like that, but so far there has been no hope.

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Your Own Mad Skills

How Good Are You?

::CODE WORD::
do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste'.
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Complete, finally!
::RP EXAMPLE::

A graveyard was the last place that one might want to travel in the dead of night, and on such an eerie night as this one was. The light from the moon was shielded by clouds; the wind seemed calm in suspense. All in all, the night was holding its breath, as if something was about to happen. Something big, and this was simply the calm before the storm...It was a feeling that life told you to be aware about, to heighten your senses and stay on your guard. The light jacket she had grabbed earlier for the night, that had earlier seemed enough to ward off the chill of the night, now seemed far too thin and didn’t do the job she had worn it for.

The cemetery had been the last place she thought to find herself tonight, but the pounding beat of a club didn’t seem to call to her tonight, the promise of a drink didn’t seem to curve her appetite. So instead she started walking. The further away from the city she got, the louder each noise seemed to her, to finally the only things she could hear was the sigh of the wind, and the steps of her shoes on the ground, both of which seemed almost thunderous to her. It was the squeak of the large gates to the place that caught her attention, a sudden sound that wasn’t the normal of a night along the streets. She used to romp around in graveyards when she was younger, often with Alex. Alex. No, she wasn’t going to waste a damn thought on that man, she had promised him that. Even if it had been a few months, she couldn’t get the man off of her mind, and no matter how many beds she shared...it was no use. She was most likely doomed to think of him forever…something she didn’t want.

Raven hardly paid attention to the winding paths as the wove their way between the graves, some hastily made, some barely distinguishable from all the years of being unused. It wasn’t long before she found herself towards the thick of the place, where all the large angels stood, towering over those who couldn’t afford grand graves. The whole place was rather eerie, the angels beautiful, pale, faces twisted in sorrow, forever frozen in a stark contrast against the darkness of the night. She had no idea that she wasn’t alone in this quiet night, she had no idea someone was lurking there around the other side of the same statue that she had began to watch silently.

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[Isi Runasimi]

Just a few things. It wasn't until the portal was opened that a necromancer would feel a connection with the graveyard. Also, it seems a bit odd to have a demon defeated by a zombie. Could you possibly change it to having been on unsanctified ground (you know real old cemetery where if no one liked you they buried you alone and on unholy area) and then maybe you and your sister escaped by finding sanctified ground where the demon couldn't trespass against. Can I get maybe a bit more on history: poor, rich, some college? Maybe some scowering old libraries for books on necromancers? Was your family thrilled at the power since your sister knows. Did they feel they could use it to hunt or did they think to hunt you? It just seems a little empty.