Valerie Cards
Girly, gorgeous, and pretty in pink, I'm the spirit of love! I represent Valentine's day, and I can make people fall in and out of love- so it's pretty much up to me who gets a valentine from a secret admirer and who doesn't. I'm definitely a catch, so I tend to attract males in general- and I'm more than a bit boy-crazy, so I'm totally fine with this. My favorite place to linger is around high schools, where there are the more chaotic emotions filling the air than anywhere else.
At your center: Love
Age: 308
Age of death: 16
Birthday: February 14
Hair: Long, layered, golden
Eyes: Purple
Holiday: Valentine's Day
Weapon in battle: Cupid's arrows (for either damage purposes or seduction purposes)
Most likely to be found: Influencing the love floating around at a high school
Favorite colors: Pink, red, purple, white
What you do: Control people's love emotions and the emotions they feel strongly about
Personality: Flirty, boy-crazy, flamboyant
Your backstory:
Your name in your old life was Valerie Olwert. You had three sisters and a little brother, and your life was pretty much that of a normal teenager. You were always the most popular girl in school, due to your stunning charisma and to-die-for good looks. Your many charms attracted all the guys in your life, and you were fine with this because you were definitely more than a little boy-crazy. You had many, many friends whom you enjoyed giggling with over hair, makeup, boys, etc.
However, when you were 13 you had to move halfway across the globe, which you nearly broke down into tears over. You thought this would ruin your life because you'd never been the "new girl" before and didn't know how to deal with it. But luckily, you were able to use your charms to subjugate everyone at your new school, just like you had at your old one. Another thing you hadn't been expecting was to fall in love- and not the "love" that you and the girls always spoke about, referring to who has a crush on who at the school. This was the first time you had ever, not in the boy-crazy way, legitimately been in love.
It was a boy from your Geometry class named Scott Evans. He was tall and muscular, and he had the cutest blonde hair and slightly pointed teeth. You thought he had the most adorable laid-back attitude, and you enjoyed it when you could break through that and make him uncomfortable. The two of you grew closer every day, and he finally asked you out about two months after you met. You agreed excitedly, and the two of you seemed to spend even more time together afterwards. He brought you roses, took you out to fancy restaurants, and always gave you the sweetest, heart-shaped cards to express his love.
On the day before his birthday you wanted to surprise him with a gift, so you showed up at his house unexpectedly with a box of chocolates. But when you got there, you rang the doorbell and no one answered. You were surprised to find that he left the door open (he's always more careful than that) so you went inside. You heard voices coming from the living room, and you were so excited about your surprise that you just assumed the female voice was his mother. But as you rounded the corner, you found to your astonishment that he was cuddling on the sofa- with another girl that didn't go to your school.
A lot of confused stuttering and demand for explanations followed, but he finally managed to say- over the chitter of two angry girls- that the other girl, Mara Lawson, had been his girlfriend for a year. He'd never told you, and this made you furious. Both you and Mara stormed out of his house, but he grabbed your hand and pleaded with you to stay, and out of desperation told you that he'd never really loved Mara, but you'd shown him a new life and he wanted to be with you always. He said all this right in front of his other girlfriend, who was just listening in shock. Before either of you knew what was going on, she shot back into the house. Both of you followed, Scott to find out what she was up to and you to try to work things out with her because you were peeved at him as well. But when she emerged from the kitchen, she was holding a knife- and not some cheesy butter knife, but a legitimate knife that didn't look like it even belonged in the kitchen.
She went for Scott first, and you tried to run from the house, but she was apparently a runner because she reached the door before you did and slammed it in your face. You heard your ex-boyfriend moan in pain, but you didn't want to look back at him. You looked up at Mara, eyes pleading for a chance to make up, but she shook her head in response to your unspoken question and brought the knife down
Saint Patricia
Since the day you died, you've never lost a game of Poker. You are the spirit of luck, both good and bad, and you can bend everyone's- including your own- to your will. Santa's naught and nice list helps you decide sometimes, but mostly you like to make your own decisions. You're downright adorable, and you're very outgoing so you make friends easily. However, you can be a formidable opponent in battle- and card games- especially when you're protecting someone or something important to you.
Nickname: Patti
At your center: Luck
Age: 124
Age of death: 13
Birthday: March 17
Hair: Long, bouncy red curls
Eyes: Bright green
Favorite color: Green
Holiday: St. Patrick's Day
Weapon in battle: Club
Most likely to be found: Hanging out in a casino
What you do: Control good and bad luck
Personality: Happy, bubbly, outgoing, smart, friendly
Your backstory:
Your name in your old life was Patricia Powell. You were born into an extremely poor family who were very busy working for a micro-enterprise. You were always looking on the bright side though, even after your parents were killed in a car accident when you were 8. You went to an orphanage that reeked of mildew and was filled with cockroaches, and you couldn't seem to make any friends, but you were determined to stay optimistic because you were sure your life would take a turn for the better any day now. However, the orphanage shut down suddenly right before your 10th birthday and you had to move to the neighboring city. At your new school, you could only seem to make one friend, an adorable blonde boy named Michael, who was the sweetest kid on the planet and whom you trusted completely. A week after you met him, he offered to walk you home from school. As you were walking down Monopoly Lane, the street just before yours, he suddenly led you down a different street that you didn't recognize. He took you inside a dark building, where a bunch of tough-looking guys grabbed hold of you and tied you up. Michael kept insisting that he did what they asked and that they pay him, but they stabbed him with a knife instead. Then, as they were discussing their plans to get a ransom for you, you kicked one hard and he screamed. The others then decided you weren't worth the trouble, and threw you to the ground. The tallest one pulled out a gun, and it's barrel was the last thing you ever saw.
