Eel Valazquez

[Eel Valazquez]

“I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone”

[Eel]
{Ardai}
[Valazquez]

.::.Go Beyond the Norm.::.

\Full name/
Josefina Ardai Arun

\Meaning of name/
Eel doesn’t care much for the meaning of her birth name; she only knows that her surname comes from a long line of witches.

\Nicknames/
Always goes by Eel Valazquez now
Family calls her Josefina or Josie
Brother calls her Fin

\Age/
Twenty three

\Species/
Arun Witch

\Canon or Original?/
Original

\Power Level/
Strong witch, though still not as strong as most vampires

Birthday
October 23

\Race/
French, English, German, Italian, though only traces of those. Mostly just American; she was born in Atlanta, Georgia.

\Social Class/
Family is middle class; she lives high lower class.

.::.Beauty Captures Your Attention.::.

\Height/
6’ 1”

\Weight/
141 lbs

\Hair/
Her hair is short and naturally blond, though she’s taken to dying it white. She keeps it in a spiky, pixie-like haircut.

\Eyes/
Her eyes are chocolate brown; plain, in her opinion. They show most of her emotions, though when she’s hunting they’re icy cold.

\Appearance/
Eel is tall and thin, more bony than curvy. She has long limbs that, though they look thin, hide lean muscle. Her features are delicate—hands, facial features, feet, etc, more so than most people who are tall. Since she’s a witch, she’s stronger and faster than a human, and more beautiful. Since she’s an Arun witch, she has the pale skin and slightly darkened aura of someone tainted by vampire magic. However, she doesn’t sunburn, and when she gets older her skin will stay clear and smooth.

Eel’s eyes are very expressive, showing everything from joy to anger. Her mouth is usually formed in a lazy grin, though when she’s hunting it forms a tight line. Her hair makes her stand out a bit, but not that much. Having short hair is easier for the mercenary; less to get in the way. When she talks, she has a slight Southern drawl.

Eel never goes out unarmed. She always has a knife hidden somewhere, or a sword hiding in a guitar case. Her favorite weapon is a crossbow, which she carries slung over her back when she hunts. Most people give her slightly odd looks, but she ignores them. If she isn’t hunting but she wants to carry it, she keeps it in a special bag that looks like a backpack. Most of the clothing she wears is dark and loose, comfortable and slightly stylish.

her crossbow
her favorite dagger
her car, a 1971 Ford Mustang

\Face claim/
Brea Grant

.::.Personality Captures Your Heart.::.

\Strengths/
Strong and fast
Deadly good aim
Good with almost any weapon
Quick thinking and clever

\Weaknesses/
Too extravagant and wild
A bit careless
Quick tempered
Not ambitious

\Best trait/
Eel would say her best trait is her skill as a hunter. She’s fast, smart, and strong, and always gets her target.

\Worst trait/
Her paranoia about others finding out about her being a witch. She can barely make friends, because she doesn’t want people finding out about her. Another bad trait is her recklessness and extravagance.

\Likes/
Fighting/Dueling
Shiny things
Decoration
Talking
Knowing secrets
Keeping secrets
Doing things
Most shapeshifters
Her brother, Leon
Innocent humans

\Dislikes/
Most witches
Vampires
Her secret
Sarta
Ravyn
The other guild leaders
Bullying
Simple things
Weakness, in herself or others
Being calm

\Shadows/
People finding out she’s a witch
Being killed when she’s unprepared
Liking/loving someone, then losing them

\Strive/
To not die…that’s really about it. She could probably rise in the ranks until she was the leader of the Onyx guild, even all of Bruja, but she doesn’t want to.

\Secrets/
The fact that she’s an Arun witch
Almost her entire past is a secret to those she knows, including her real name

\Personality/
Like most mercenaries, Eel’s entire life is taken up with her job. When she first started, she tried having a side job, but it grew to be too much. She isn’t bloodthirsty at all; she doesn’t relish in killing, and in fact likes the fighting more than the actual kill. However, it’s her job, and all she’s been trained to do. She won’t kill a vampire unless he’s her target, though. Even if she were surrounded by vampires, as long as none were her target, she wouldn’t even think about pulling out a knife. The only way she would kill a vampire that isn’t her prey is if it attacked her first.

Eel is very much a tomboy. She rarely wears anything girly, preferring pants and loose shirts to skirts and dresses. She’s loud and boisterous, and would rather go out to a bar and drink than stay in and knit, or whatever it is other women do these days. She doesn’t care about her looks at all; she spends no time on her hair, which is why she has it cut so short. The only thing she actually cares about are her weapons. She has a large array of weapons that are just her own, and she’ll spend unhealthy amounts of time cleaning and maintaining them. She rarely owns just plain weapons, preferring them to be interesting and decorated. The only weapon she owns that is really plain is her crossbow, since decorations will get in the way of its efficiency.

Her favored weapon is a crossbow, since she has deadly aim and is lightning fast with the bow. However, since it is impractical to carry a crossbow everywhere, she also has an extensive collection of daggers. She is strange in that she’ll use ancient daggers, from places like Egypt and Greece. She shines them up, infuses them with Arun magic, then uses them to hunt. This gives her an advantage, since the other human mercenaries don’t use magic. She prefers the decorations to be dragon or snake-like, though she doesn’t know why. She’ll also use swords, though they’re a bit too obtrusive.

Eel is so terrified that people will find out she’s an Arun witch. Because of this, though she’ll go out, she’ll rarely make friends. Friends want to know about her past, and the first thing they ask is “What’s your real name?” That’s also why she likes the mercenaries; if you don’t ask them questions, they don’t ask you questions.



.::.It's a Family Thing.::.

\Family/
Napoleon (Leon) Kalle Arun—brother—18—Healer
Adelle Arun—sister—deceased—died at 22
Victoria (Tori) Arun—mother—46—vampire hunter
Brendan Arun—father—47—vampire hunter

\Pet/
None

\History/
The girl known as Josefina was born as an Arun witch. They are somewhat of outcasts among the other witches because their magic contains a slight vampiric taint. However, most Arun witches, the rest of Josefina’s extended family, have redeemed themselves in the eyes of other witches with their skills and abilities, whatever they may be. The Arun line is a motley group; while some lines have all hunters and some have all healers, the Arun line contains many of both, as well as others. Josefina’s parents, Brendan and Victoria, were active vampire hunters when they had her oldest sister, Adelle, and when they had Josefina three years later.

Brendan and Victoria were stern parents, but not too strict. However, they began to feel uneasy as their second daughter grew up. She was too extravagant, too wild. Even though they raised her in Georgia, a place not known for its class, she seemed to take things a bit too far. She was too reckless and careless, a bad trait for any aspiring vampire hunter.

When Josefina was five, her parents had another child, Napoleon. Josefina called him Leon for short, and he called her Fin. Josefina liked her brother; loved him, in fact. Though his aura was slightly darkened by the vampire taint, he was the sweetest kid in the world. He would occasionally get depressed, but it was nothing Josefina and her parents couldn’t deal with. It was fairly clear he would become a healer; he hated killing the spiders that made their way into the kids’ bedroom. Adelle was the exact opposite; she was cold and merciless, though more likely to cut the spider in half than just squish it beneath her thumb. Her parents were proud of her; a merciless hunter is a good hunter.

Josefina, unlike her brother, seemed destined to be a vampire hunter. Her parents often caught her with one of their knives, stabbing and thrusting with deadly concentration at imaginary vampires. Like all hunting witches, her training started early, at age ten. Again, her extravagance came into play, much to her parents’ dismay. Whenever she got to pick her weapon, she chose the most flashy and decorated weapons, not the one that would be the most sturdy and most reliable. She improvised, breaking away from the careful forms her parents tried to teach her. They grew more and more irritated with her, finally demanding that she behave herself, or leave.

For a little bit, she did behave herself. She learned the forms, she learned how to pick her weapon based on quality, not its decorations, and she learned how to fight with almost any weapon, including her bare hands. However, things changed when she was nineteen. Her older sister, Adelle, was already an active vampire hunter, and had gotten caught. Like most vampires love to do with witches they catch, they slowly bled her to death, then hung her from the tree in the Arun’s front yard. Leon, who was 14, found the body, and screamed. Josefina went to comfort him, while her parents calmly took their dead daughter out of the tree. They had tears in the corners of their eyes, but their voices were steady and their faces dry. Josefina threw a fit, shrieking that being cold and merciless hadn’t gotten Adelle anywhere, and that they were acting like they didn’t care.

Her parents tried to reason with her, but she was inconsolable. She left, pausing only to grab her favored weapons and give Leon a quick hug goodbye. As soon as she left, she changed her name to Eel Valazquez. She had fled east, to New York. There, she paused, unsure of what to do. All she knew how to do was kill, but there wasn’t much call for that in the human world. Then she found the Bruja guild, a place dedicated to doing what she had been trained to do. Better yet, they didn’t care how you got the job done, as long as you followed three rules: Don’t get caught, don’t get killed, and don’t let the other humans know about the guild.

Right away, Eel knew she had to keep the fact that she was a witch a secret. Maybe if she had been any other line it would have been okay, though the human mercenaries at the guild were suspicious of anything not human. However, she was an Arun witch, tainted by vampiric powers. She knew she could rise in the ranks of the Bruja guild, maybe even one day becoming leader, but she didn’t want that. She wanted to keep to the side, hunting on her own and being left alone. She decided to join the Onyx guild; less elite than Crimson, but given a bit more freedom. Their special weapon was also the crossbow, which was Eel’s favorite weapon.

She worked as a mercenary for the past four years, keeping her blood line a secret. She’s not picky about what she’ll kill, though she prefers vampires. Shapeshifters and humans require special circumstances. She still occasionally calls on Leon, though they don’t talk that often. He’s upset about the life she’s chosen, and she’s disappointed that he continued living under their parents rules for so long.

.::.You Can Educate a Fool.::.

\Level of Schooling/
Like most witches, when she wasn’t training to fight, Eel was sent to normal school. She had just graduated from high school when she left her parents.

\Schooling Abilities/
Eel found school to be dull and boring. She did love to read, but hated the books they chose for her to read. She also talked to much and acted out, making her a menace to all of her teachers.

.::.Not Just a Pretty Face.::.

\Name/
Jazz

\Age/
A million and four!

\Gender/
Imaginary

\Experience/
Who needs to know?

\Other characters/
Teh magical Siete!


\Fanfiction Sample/
Eel lounged against the side of a car, casually tossing a knife in the air, then catching it again. It was a beautiful weapon, one of her favorites. It had a curved blade, and the handle was delicately shaped into a dragon. The blade came within inches of the car’s rusted paint, but Eel never once let it slip. Though she seemed relaxed, she was wound as tight as a spring. She was waiting. She was hunting.

Her prey, a dangerous vampire that had previously been impossible to catch, appeared. He was leaving a party, the quiet night air momentarily disturbed as a blast of music came from the open door. It was a vampire bash, one that Eel had risked her neck to find out about. He headed out, though she immediately caught his eye. Hers was the only car; most vampires traveled using their mind. Interested, he ambled over, looking for all the world like a guy going to meet his girlfriend.

“Nicolo,” Eel said, her tone impassive, as if they were talking about the weather. He didn’t seem surprised that she knew his name; many hunters did.

“A mercenary? Please,” Nicolo scoffed. Eel had shrouded her aura, making her appear human. Without another word, Eel attacked. Nicolo ducked out of the way, shoving her in the back and making her drop the knife. Eel dived towards her car, an old convertible that had its top down. She reached inside and grabbed her crossbow, which was lying on the front seat. In a flash, the bow was loaded, and she had it pointed at Nicolo’s heart. He froze for one second, not expecting that speed. “You’re not human,” he stated; it wasn’t a question.

That second was all Eel needed. She fired the bow, piercing the vampire through the heart. “No,” she said quietly, a small grin flickering at the edge of her mouth. She picked up her knife, frowning at the nick in its handle. Shrugging, she pocketed the knife and got into her car. She left the vampire behind; it could serve as a warning to others.