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[EM] Kiss my lilly white ass, Myspace!!
Oct. 25th, 2006 08:31 pmOkay, I think this is, singlehandedly? The coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Y’know…outside of my first Ruger .40 caliber with custom grip. But that’s another story, believe me.
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
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( OOC )
Sorry…my name’s Valkyrie Callahan…I know, bloody well sucks to be me, right? Mum was heavy into Norse mythology, go fig. Don’t sweat it, I answer to Kiki just as easy, if not easier. But let’s see, my vital stats…and how to dish ‘em out without making this bitch sound like a freakin’ eHarmony profile…
I’m 23 years old, I’m a Virgo (no, really, I am), I was born in Liverpool, came to the US when I was five…hence the whole Motown sound, UK vocab thing. My accent’s next to nil, but it sometimes flares up when I’m pissed…not often, though. Uhh…Father was a detective with Scotland Yard, then with the Detroit PD when we moved. Mum was a housewife…Ma was a teacher and in with Social Services.
Okay, that reads kinda confusing, I know. See, I’m adopted…Father? Real nice guy…not only was he a dirty cop, but he liked to hit girls. Big *and* small. Killed my mum when I was fourteen. Ma? That’s Felicia Callahan, the woman who adopted me. She was licensed for short term foster care, but there were only three instances where she got kids she couldn’t palm off…least that’s what she used to tell us when she wanted to get a smile. We knew she didn’t mean it.
Ma died about two years ago…big fire. Since then, I been road tripping it with my brothers cross-country. I was enrolled at the Police Academy when she died, but after…I just couldn’t do it anymore, y’know?
[locked from all those who are unaware of the supernatural]
Fact is, some kinda demon killed my ma. Burned her in a big fucking fire. Would’ve killed me, too, if I hadn’t gotten out of the house when I did. Since she died, me and my bros been hunting this thing. It’s hard to track…we still don’t have a real pattern to its movements, or a real way to find the damn thing, but we been learning. We also clean up other messes along the way…ghosts, werewolves, witches, all kinda shit.
Before Ma died, I never realized how much there was to be afraid of in the dark. Kinda funny…when I was growing up? The dark used to be my friend. It was the only place I could hide from Father…from the pain, from Ma when I was still giving her hell…the monsters lived in broad daylight back then.
Now the monsters are everywhere…there’s nowhere left to hide.
And if I didn’t have my brothers here…I don’t know what the hell I’d do.
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( OOC )
