VALERIE KING

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APPEARANCE (physique)
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APPEARANCE (clothing)
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BACKGROUND (childhood, 00 - 12)
Valerie started out in life as a baby raven, but it didn't last. Fed some human heartstrings, she turned human in turn and was soon scooped off the streets of Helved, Denmark, by her to-be adoptive family. As zoologists for an animal magazine, they frequently moved around for their work, and she spent the better part of her childhood loved and traveling the world.

BACKGROUND (teenhood, 13 - 19)
Valerie and her family settled in Los Lunares and she entered a public high school, and from this development came a rebellious streak that eventually led to getting caught by a street gang. One thing led to the next, and after the first taste of blood other than her own, it awoke a primal power that she had long since forgotten. The valravn emerged for the first time.

BACKGROUND (adulthood, 20 - 27)
Valerie enrolled in college, and shortly after graduating, she put her communications degree to use as a journalist in her family's field. It wasn't until a sudden uptick in neighborhood violence that she was reminded every ecosystem needed an apex predator, and after rescuing her former university roommate and friend, she decided that it would be her role to fill.

BACKGROUND (the present, 199X)
Valerie continued her career in vigilantism, earning quite the notorious public identity while living off the thrill of the hunt. Between chasing down digital leads through social media and taking her fight to the streets, she heralded the night in a flash of feathers and fangs, setting out not only to protect others, but to have a time on the wild side, loving every moment.

Fingers made for terrible snacks, or so Valerie was told. Despite the more morbid rumors that surrounded her crusading career, cannibalism wasn't exactly among her tastes. No, terror itself was much sweeter. Why was it, then, someone was so interested in giving her some digits that weren't so digital?The passing shadow was innocuous enough, human in shape and tightly gripping a laptop bag as it ventured down and deeper into the slums of the city. The tick, tick of her steel-heeled boots echoed down the alley, doing little to obscure herself while the occasional gaze judged their mark from a hidey-hole.Slums were no place for a pretty face. Up ahead, lingering beneath the flickering lamp post outside of a gritty pawn shop, was her contact of the evening. Striding with the slickness of a serpent, Valerie strode up, stepped in the light, and flashed one of her signature wild smiles."Miss Garcia?" she questioned. "Show me what you got, and I'll make sure it gets out."What started as a rowdy gathering had truly gotten out of control. People jeered. Signs waved in the wind. In the midst of it all, someone flung a brown paper bag of rancid leftovers in the general direction of the packaging plant, which splattered ineffectually against the window shield an enforcer. All the while, the tide of people continued to grow in numbers.All it took was one woman to find a single human finger in their can of spam. Well, and a little bit of string-pulling on Valerie's part. Was it true? People were still waiting on the test results to be revealed, but the citizens of the city had no qualms about protesting the possibility that they've been chowing down on something awful.Valerie watched from a rooftop located just a little ways away from the chaos, binoculars in one hand, and a large bag of potato chips by her side. The people were angry, but that wasn't good enough. The whole factory needed to be burnt to ashes.