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[B]|[color=peachpuff] [I]NAME:[/I] [/color]|[/B]
[INDENT]-Valtina 'Val' Noelani[/INDENT]

[B]| [color=peachpuff][I]ALIAS:[/I] [/color]|[/B]
[INDENT]-Morphine[/INDENT]

[B]| [color=peachpuff][I]AGE:[/I] [/color]|[/B]
[INDENT][u]Age Appearance:[/u] 12-13
[u]Actual Age:[/u] 19[/INDENT]

[B]| [color=peachpuff][I]ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT:[/I] [/color]|[/B]
[INDENT][list][*][u][b]Spontaneous Regeneration: [/b][/u] Valtina has the capabilities of rapidly healing herself and others. Her body does this automatically, without her doing anything. If she is wounded or injured, she can recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs and limbs, also slowing her body's natural aging process and increasing her life span. The rate and amount of healing varies depending on the injury. It can take her a few seconds to recover from a stab or a gunshot wound, but up to an hour to regrow lost limbs or such unless she reattaches it and the tissues connect from there. This also applies when she heals others and is accomplished by speeding up the rate at which the person's cells divide. 
[*][u][b]Limited Self Sustenance:[/b][/u] Due to her powers, Valtina has a reduced need for things regular people require daily in order to survive. She requires things like food, water, sleep and oxygen intake much less than others and can go on for months with limited access to these necessities.
[*][b][u]Disease/Contaminant Immunity:[/u][/b] Valtina's immune, digestive,  and other organ systems are enhanced far beyond a normal humans due to her power. Because of this she is essentially 'immune' to any disease caused by bacteria, viruses, and parasites. Her body's advanced healing capabilities grants her the power to neutralize all existing detrimental contaminants in her body.
[*][b][u]Pain Suppression: [/u][/b]This gives Valtina the ability to neutralize someone's sensitivity to pain, making them unable to feel it for a short period of time. This ability being how she got her Alias as Morphine.
[*][b][u]Knowledge of Human Anatomy and Physiology:[/u][/b] Valtina knows how the body works... extensively. Perhaps more than she should for her age, but with curiosity as a driving force, she has acquired a wealth of knowledge about the different systems of the body, remedies for nearly everything, and how to help people suffering from different injuries. She can somehow sense the quality of health someone has just by looking at them.
[*][b][u]Combat Skills:[/u][/b] Valtina has no advanced combat skills. She knows basic self defence fighting techniques and is skilled in kickboxing. Other than that, she has no additional enhanced strength or stamina abilities.
[*][b][u]Tools/Weapons:[/u][/b] When going out, Valtina typically wears an [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fd/5f/b7/fd5fb726e4bc038a1cecee330ec85ddc.jpg]all white outfit[/url] with a long trench that resembles one of a scientist or doctor. She prefers white and clothes that are breathable and allow her to move about freely. Strapped around her waist is a white pouch filled with medical supplies like needles, bandages and ointment. She can easily reach back and grab what she needs, and the heavy sack is typically hidden by the long coat she wears. She carries no weapons on her other than a pair of studded brass knuckles she keeps in her pockets in case she needs them.
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[B]|[color=peachpuff] [I]LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES:[/I][/color] |[/B]
[INDENT][list][*][b][u]Limitations:[/u][/b] When it comes to physical strength, Valtina doesn't have any more than an average girl her age would. Her healing abilities are limited in that she cannot: cure diseases of others by simply healing (only reduce pain, close wounds, and lessen symptom effects), nor can she bring the dead back to life. (Unless the fatal wound was inflicted no more than 3 minutes prior to her attempting to heal them.) 
[*] [b][u]Weaknesses:[/u][/b] Valtina's healing abilities are hindered when her body is in some kind of extreme condition such as intense heat or cold. Anything above 80F and below 40F and her body slowly loses its ability to heal itself. She is unsure why this is and is yet to figure out what it is. In addition to this, Valtina has an extremely low tolerance for pain. In fact, her body seems to have three times the amount of nerves than a normal person and thus even small things like a high five or poke on the shoulder can cause her an intense pain. Walking, brushing her hair, and even holding things in her hands all cause her pain to do. As a result, it's safe to say that she is in pain every waking moment of the day. 
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[b]| [color=peachpuff][i]SAMPLE POST:[/i][/color] |[/b]
[INDENT] Val stood silently before the counter, staring in through the glass at the various cookies, cakes, and pastries that were displayed before her like a treasure trove of sweet goodness. Her blue eyes danced back and forth between two pastries, one that appeared to be a kind of fruit tart, and another that had some kind of chocolate filling that was oozing out the side. She could hear the complaints of the others around her, but she paid them little mind, as in this moment, the most important thing was deciding which would be a suitable choice for breakfast.

Her lips parted and she raised a hand, using her small index finger to lightly tap the glass near the fruit tart, speaking in her naturally soft tone. [color=peachpuff]"I want that one."[/color] she told the woman behind the counter, who had been nervously watching Val the entire time. The woman quickly opened the counter on her end and reached in with a gloved hand to retrieve the small tart for Val, and a small smile tugged at the corner of the girl's lips. [color=peachpuff]"Wait... give me all of them."[/color] she would add a moment later, her voice still quiet and almost inaudible within the noise of the small shop.

As the woman would fulfill her order, Val would reach into her pockets and pull out the crumpled up pieces of cash that were inside, smoothing them out with her small fingers before placing them onto the counter. Based on the labeled price of $2.66 and her knowledge that the tray had exactly twenty tarts on it, she was able to calculate the price of about $53 dollars in her head. When the woman was done placing them all in a large, brown, paper bag, she told Val the price and disregarded the 2 cents short she was. After bidding goodbye to the woman, she proceeded to use both arms to hug the large bag close to her small frame and proudly walk out of the shop after holding up the line for quite some time. 

As she went around the surrounding blocks of the bakery, Val would occasionally stop in small, dark alleyways and under bridges or park benches, finding the resident homeless people and giving them each a small fruit tart for breakfast. Though she didn't have to, and was certainly capable of eating them all herself, Val was in a good mood today. That meant no evil glares to people she walked past, and the dozen or so homeless that lived in the area were going to have a yummy breakfast that morning. 

When she was finished being a good samaritan, Val decided it was time for her to enjoy her own food for the day. She found a small park bench that sat beneath a tree and proceeded to eat, kicking her feet back and forth as they swung over the side of the bench. Boredly, she sat there, munching the remaining tarts and watching the people walk by as they walked their dogs, followed along on their jogging trails, or were trying to catch the local train to work. As she was thinking of what she could do next, she heard a voice next to her. 

[b]"Mind if I sit here?"[/b] the voice said, one that belonged to a man, and upon glancing over, it was a handsome looking one at that. She gave him a once over before sighing. 

[color=peachpuff]"If you say so."[/color] she said softly with a roll of her eyes as she scooted to the far end of the bench. She heard him mumble a thanks and felt the bench move as he sat down. Val stole a glance over to him as she heard the crinkling of a paper bag, and her eyes widened slightly as she saw he too was eating something from the bakery she had been in earlier. In fact, he had eaten the pastry she'd given up in order to get the fruit tart.

[b]"What? Do you want some?"[/b] he suddenly asked her, and she realized she had been staring. With a cross of her arms, Val looked away and shook her head. The man chuckled. [b]"You sure? I have more than one... We can trade if you like?"[/b] 

[color=peachpuff]"Well, if you insist."[/color] she said, sounding bored, she would reach into her bag and take out one of the wrapped fruit tarts and hold it out to him. The two exchanged pastries and Val couldn;t help the happy grin she had on her face as she took a bite.

[b]"Hey, should you be in school, kid?"[/b] he asked her, suddenly sounding surprised or something. Val raised a brow at him as she chewed the chocolate cream filled pastry.

[color=peachpuff]"I'm not in school, if you must know."[/color] she mumbled.

[b]"Yeah, so what, you home schooled or something? Kid your age should be in some kind of school."[/b] he prodded.

[color=peachpuff]"I'm not a kid!"[/color] she told the man, glaring at him.

[b]"Right, right. Young adult."[/b] he said, raising his hands in a defensive manner as he laughed. 

Sighing, Val stood up from the bench and pushed her bag of tarts towards him. [color=peachpuff]"Whatever. There [i]is[/i] someplace I need to be. Later."[/color]

Pocketing her hands into her pants, Val would storm off away from the man on the bench, a small pout on her face. [color=peachpuff]"I swear I'll kill the next person that calls me a kid."[/color] she grumbled as she continued on towards the center of the city.

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[b]| [color=peachpuff][i]NOTES:[/i][/color] |[/b]
[indent][list][*][u]Height:[/u] Valtina stands at a height of 5 feet tall
[*][u]Weight:[/u] She weighs in at about 99 pounds
[*][u]Likes:[/u] Baking sweet foods, being alone, and playing the piano. Nothing else in particular. 
[*][u]Dislikes:[/u] Animals, insects, anything that breathes really...
[*][u]School Status:[/u] Returning Student. Has studied at the Academy for some years now.
[*][u]Parents:[/u] Unknown. She was raised in a foster home for most of her life.
[*] We are both very fond of Apple Cider.
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