Name: Valenya Glasgov-Hightower
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: russet brown with flecks of copper
Hair: sandy blonde, lighter almost bleach blonde during the summer and in just the right lighting.
Height: 5’1, incredibly short
Body Type: thick thighs, thin waist, tapered and flat chest, very much a pear shaped body in terms of genetics. She has a very small torso and waist but flared hips. Most of the curvature on her body is the result of hard work put in at the gym, however. She is very toned with muscle from years of gymnastics.
Skin Color: she’s white, somewhere in between slightly tan and sunkissed at any given time in the year, she tans up in the summer more often
God Parent: Tyche
Mortal Parent: Vasily Glasgov-Hightower(Father, Vasily is a man’s name)
Country of Origin: Ukraine/Crimean Peninsula, emigrated to New Jersey at age 13
Pets: a chameleon named Diesel
Talents: Talented gymnast, specialty vault and uneven bars. Just learning how to wield a weapon
Weapon**: two long, thin hunting blades
Personality: Valenya though externally somewhat quiet and standoffish is really just a focused and intense individual. She takes herself and her athletic abilities quite seriously sometimes to the point that she neglects other aspects of her life. Once you get past her intensity and unique way of seeing the world, Valenya is actually quite sweet. Upon learning about the gods and her heritage, she is fascinated by all things magical and divine. She's a little quirky in terms of her sense of humor, her preference is usually wordplay and puns. She's got a bit of a temper on her, but only with regards to her own performance, she constantly pushes herself towards perfection and when she achieves anything less she gets frustrated and down on herself quite easily. Awkward around crushes, never backs down from a confrontation or a challenge, very stubborn.
Flaws: Valenya struggles with English, as it her second language, she also has mild Asperger’s which simply means in her case that she does not really understand metaphors, and sarcasm is basically lost her, she understands the concept, but she has trouble distinguishing it in everyday language and social interactions. Innuendos also tend to go right over her head. Additionally, Val is asthmatic, lungs get agitated quiet easily by smoke specifically.
Abilities (must relate to god parent; optional): She can stick any landing no matter the odds, also great at card games, board games, and dice games(ie: usually rolls/draws optimal hand).
Powers (must relate to god parent; optional): Minor probability manipulation, both lucky and unlucky
Life Before Camp*: Valenya had a fairly tumultuous life, even before camp, at least in terms of her immigration status, seeing as her father chose to leave the greater, formerly Soviet region in a time of great political upset. The whole process of leaving her home and her somewhat promising gymnastics career behind was very upsetting to Valenya, however, she was most upset about how the move affected the routine life which she'd become accustomed to back in the Ukraine. Before Glasgov-Hightower family moved away, it is safe to say that Valenya had a fairly uneventful and pleasant childhood. Her father enrolled her in gymnastics classes at a very young age, and Valenya showed great affinity for the stringent physical demands. Valenya, even as a youngster, was an introvert, she socialized well with other kids but struggled to form stronger connections than acquaintanceship. Her move to America certainly did not help this, but Valenya did not stay mad at her father for moving them for very long. He made the move on account of a woman he met and married, Sarah Hightower, who stepped in and went so far as to adopt Valenya as her own daughter, despite not having known her for very long. The three of them together lived a pretty boring and contented middle class lifestyle.
RP Example*: Val sat bored in the back of the New Jersey prep school classroom feigning mild interest in the subject of trigonometry. It was a hot, sticky May afternoon and as if the humidity wasn't stifling enough she found that every word out of the teachers mouth was adding to the lurid moisture that clung to the air and on her skin. Her coppery brown eyes flicked up to the clock, imploring the somnolent ticking hands to please, oh please, move just a little bit faster, her head was throbbing dully, probably from the lack of caffeine, and Valenya just wasn't sure how much more of this limbo she could take. Her vision blurred ever so slightly as she allowed her eyes to unfocus and her mind to wander, as she day dreamed about flying up, up and away from Jersey and floating back down to her chilly beloved home town back in the Ukraine.
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