LEVESQUE, valentina kim

[valentina KIM LEVESQUE]

VALENTINA LEVESQUE

full name Valentina Kim Levesque
nicknames Val, Tina.
type original
gender female
age nineteen
birthday January Third.
group neutral
clique drama geek
grade senior
sexuality straight
occupation student
face claim sasha pivovavora
alias mel

persona
Hyper.
Talkative
Mistrusting.
Loyal.
Sincere.
Reluctant.
Realistic.
Respectful.
Mature.
Caring.
Lack of faith in others.
Fearful.
Affectionate.
Flexible.
Generous.

life

In the break of dawn

It was a warm summer evening when young Valentina decided to head out to get an ice cream. The seven year old girl walked all the way down to the ice cream store, her mother holding her hand the entire time. It wasn’t as if she was going to be able to head out on her own, although the girl had proven to have a huge state of independence inside of her. Once they arrived to the shop she ordered herself a cone, vanilla. It was all very normal until someone came up to her mother, a nice looking guy who chatted with the lady for a few moments before disappearing into the distance. Little to say Valentina was lost in this matter but she had her ice cream and she eat it up while curiosity settled inside of her. “Honey; how would you like to be a model for a day?” Valentina’s mother asked the young girl with a bright smile, clearly thrilled with the idea, to this Valentina agreed to it, to make her mother happy more than anything else. Little did either of them know that this little job would end up being more than they had been expecting it to be. The little photo shoot happened the following day, everything seemed to go according to plan; in fact t all went rather smoothly and Valentina was over with it, although her mother was not. It all became a routine since then, a child model; that was what Valentina was now, not by choice, but by demand.

And just like that a star is born

Ever since that day at the ice cream shop the girl had been appearing on several magazines and some commercials, obviously her mother was casting her frustrated dreams onto her little girl but Valentina felt like it was her job to do as she was told without complaining about it. As she turned 17 she had already signed with a modeling agency; heading to several different cities to shoot, being home schooled so it would not interrupt her studies. Fame and fortune came too fast for such a person and soon Valentina been to feel trapped in this pathetic little world that everyone on the outside seemed to love. Valentina disliked having to be so thin, she disliked being judged by her looks, being labeled as just a model. How to leave this when it was all she knew? It was like trying to escape from her mind; it was impossible, something many people kept reminding her over the months.

“I want to leave!” she screamed as she threw her portfolio across the room. Eyes filled with tears as she pulled at her light brown hair in a desperate way. “You don’t know what you want sweetie, you are just tired” Her mother said as she walked over to her and wrapper her arms around her to pull her close to her. It felt more like a prison than a comforting gesture. “Stop it!” hands moving to push the lady who she no longer felt like calling her mother. “I want to leave! I hate this, I am done, I am done” warm tears running down her white cheeks as she fell to the floor on her knees. “Here dear; take this, it will make you feel better” Her mother said as he pushed a pill into her mouth and then held a glass filled with water to her mouth for her to drink some to wash down the white pill. To have one’s mother drug you to control you had to be a low punch, but her mother had been blinded by the glitz and glamor since day one.

Everything is fake, faded and worn

Jumping from modeling to acting had been easy on some ways; acting came natural for Valentina at this state in the race; she found it easier to pop in a few pills every morning –with her mother’s help- then let her do and undo whatever the heck she wanted. It was sad how she just let her mother take the wheel; Valentina was no longer managing her own life, she was merely the passenger, seeing person after person take over. As the years went by her mind went falling faster and faster; only acknowledging being in control during a few hours of the night in which she only wished to forget. Everything seemed like a movie playing before her eyes, a movie she did not wished to be a part of. In order to get rid of it all she simply drink ed, partied and kept swallowing pills like there was no tomorrow. One may even call her your average stereotype of a model/actress of Hollywood; a drug addict and a party girl. Well; it was the only way for her to forget about how she had turned herself into a puppet, wasting her teenage years playing a role instead of living her life.

“I want to live” Valentina had said during an interview. “Have you ever woken up and wondered…how did I ended up here?” she had added to which the audience and the host responded with a laugh; thinking she was speaking about drinking too much the night before. Valentina had realized there that nothing that she said would be taken in as important; when did she turn into a laughing stock? “No, I don’t mean after a party night, I mean…years slip by and you don’t remember what happened, it is as if you were on autopilot all that time until someone released you or you snapped away the keys from their hands” she continued, seeing the blank expression on the host she smiled sadly before shaking her head. “Like I said I just want to take control instead of being driven through life” she ended.

It's over, said and done

When she turned 17 the girl had been through it all, fame and fortune had knocked on her door and showed her the way celebrities lived. However, what do you do when all you want is small the door into Hollywood’s face? When you just want to call security to push them out of your property? They always find a way to sneak back into your life, that’s for sure. Valentina was done, she had lived through this since she was seven years old and the scared and repressed memories were all too much for her to handle them. The girl sported scars that could not be seen, she had mental and emotional damage, things she didn’t even allow other people to know. Things buried deep inside of her were eating her inside; soon she would just be a shell unless she quickly leaved this place.

“Then leave” One day a boy had told her; the boy was neither famous not rich, he was just a tattoo artist. “I can’t” the girl whispered as she tilted her head to look at him, knees up to her chest as she rested her head on them. “You can; but you are afraid to finally take over” the black haired male said as he looked at her with a shrug of his shoulders. Valentina felt her heart race, not due to anger from his words but because he was right, the sudden realization causing her to feel ashamed and upset with herself. “Would you help me?” she asked him with a pleading look upon her face. “Always; the world should have know the real you, not the one they turned you into” He spoke while locking his eyes with hers.

It was then that the world saw the disappearing of Valentina Kim Levesque; it was so sudden no one saw it coming, not even her mother. One day she was there and the next she had emptied her bank account and left her large 1.5 million dollar mansion to head to another city; which happened to be Maryland. Her boyfrind actualy coming with her. She vanished, not wanting to leave track of her ever being in the map in the first place; cutting off all communication with her mother, agent, and so on, keeping a low profile for the years to come. With no real contract to hold on too, no movie to make she simply left. Valentina had been in the middle of renewing her contract at the model agency; thank God she had picked that lapse to escape.

I'm not alone


For the next three years that moved in a rather quick speed Valentina had managed to find a life that she had started to like. She had enrolled herself at this school. The girl had decided to come here, mostly because she had never been here and she hoped not many people would find out who she is. Valentina tries her best not to draw much attention to her because she has worked hard to convince the world she moved to a remote island in the middle of the ocean to never come back. Alright, maybe that was a little exaggerated but she has managed to make it seem as if her persona was a ghost, no one knows about where she is.

Valentina has been living with her boyfriend who got her to free herself from her mother and her previews life since that day that he told her she should just leave that life if she disliked it so much. He has been her rock during the past three years and also a few months before that. The guy was the one who sobered her up and got her clean from drugs. He was literally her knight in shining armor, although neither of them likes to think of it that way. Even when she has money to move out of the apartment they share she feels like this is better than living at a huge place; she has money, but she rarely uses it.

roleplaying sample
It's the best day of woman's life; flowers covering the great hall in which she would make her great entrance. People filling up the benches, waiting patiently for the bride to finally make her entrance. It was all perfect, as if it had been fate that wanted then in such particular spot. "You look lovely" said the bride's dad; kissing her cheek while they stood in the little waiting room. His eyes showingslightlyhty tearing sigh, he wanted nothing more than to take her down the isle. "I'll be right outside" he added while he gave her shoulder one lacomfortinging grip and let her to get things ready to leave. The door slowly closed and he walked down to the two large wooden doors; waiting for his daughter to take her to his future husband that awaited behind the close doors. The bride turned slowly and looked at herself in the mirror; the white dress seemed to shine with the sunlight that managed to slip into the room through the large window on the right side of the room.

"Such a wonderful day" The bride whispered as her eyes took her over to the window; saying her goodbye to treflectionion in the mirror. Her eyes were locked upon the sky, seeing the birds fly and the wind rustling the trees. As she admired the view, the lovely weather that had graced her special day, she could not help but notice the figure that walked over to the yard. It was a lady in a pink dress, walking fast over to the small bench where she said, the tears rolling down her cheeks glistened under the light. "If only the celebration was worthy of such day" her voice said to tsolitudeide that was her company at the time. The bride continued to watch, while the lady in the yard continued to cry. Very slowly the lady in pink stopped her cry, brushed a tissue over her cheeks to wipe away the tears, the make-up wasn't spoiled, and soon the red eyes would return to the usual state. Finally the girl rose her face to the window, seeing the the bride there watching her. A smile coveted her lips while she gave a nod, it was all the bride needed to see and soon the lady in pink walked away while the bride moved from the window with a quick movement of the feet.

There was no possible way for anyone to have foreseeneen it; the bride was not really one to be spontaneous; or better said, she had nevtrulylly showed her true colors to her family. The church had been left behind; the happy day would no longer be happy to some while it would open up important gates to others. The peoparoundoud the bride seem to look at her oddly; each and everyone of theyinging her in a weird way a she made her way through the airport to the eleventh gate. "Ticket please" the lady in blue asked of her, there was a professional tone of voice coming from her mouth, along with the expression on her eyes but the mouth gave wayslighthtt chuckle that she was tying to contain. The bride held her hand out with the ticket, the girl in blue took it and them handed it back. "Welcome on board" was the reply before allowing the bride to step inside tairplaneate. Her feet slowly taking her all the way the littletle ladder to the first class cabin. "Welcome Miss; would you like a drink?" asked another lady in blue while the bride went to take a seat, fixing her dress a little while she turned to the look at the lady. "Rose petal tea" the bride replied and then watched the girl walk away.

Very slowly she turned to look at the small table before her; she could notice by the corner of her eyes that someone had taken a seat beside her. The bride ignored it, keeping her attention on the table as she slipped off the engagement ring and settle it down on the table. As her bright sky blue eyes turned to look at the window she couldn't help but smile sadly. "Such a lovely day, for such a lovely wedding" she murmured to herself. "If only it as for the right bride" the last part seemed a little mote hurtful than thoughtful but she didn't mind at all, for it was not really in her mind to feel any regret or remorse for what she had done. With time they would forget and move on, they will see this was the right thing to be done. His groom will be glad, the lady in pink will be pleased. Those two were the ones that mattered and the rest would need to comprehend with time that this was for the best. This was what needed to be done; for her, for the lady in pink, for the amazing groom that now stood alone at the altar. Her eyes turned from the window to the ring at the table; it would be there for the trip; then it will make a trip back to this country to be handed over to the groom. That was the fate this will ring will have, she was glad that her own fate was not decided yet.

'So; what's the name of the girl in the wedding dress?" A male voice filled the air causing the bride to turn and look at the male beside her. He seemed so amused, relaxed, casual. The bride had always been good at picking up people's emotions, even when they were able to hide it out for the rest of the world. There was no hint of mock in his voice, nor did he seemed to be wanting to tease her. It seemed more of a curious and casual conversation which inclined her to want to speak with him since they were facing a ling trip ahead of them. "Io Lucine Darcy" Io smiled; at least now she wasn't just 'the bride' or 'the girl in the wedding dress' to one person inside this plane. "What's the name of the guy who asks?" she questioned; brushing some of her dirt blond hair away from her shoulder. To leave one's wedding without a suitcase in hand, with no real idea of what to expect once the plane landed; with no real way to know if her family would ever forgive her for all of this. She was not going to regret this; ever, but this might come to cause a small part of her heart to break and shatter and never be able to be fixed again. It was a prize she was more than willing to pay.


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