[color=746F18][CENTER][sup][h1][b][INDENT][color=black] C U P I D[/color] [color=F8EF00]C U P I D[/color][/INDENT] [/b][/h1][/sup][/CENTER] [img]https://i.imgur.com/7Cb1ywk.png[/img][table][row][sup][h1][color=2c2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][CENTER][sup][sub][code] “What the fuck do you mean I’m not allowed to smoke in here?"[/code][/sub][/sup][/CENTER][/h1][/sup][/row][row][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/tQT1usc.jpg[/img][/center][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color] [color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [CENTER][sub][COLOR=gray]Yaḥyā ‘John’ Valentine-al’Hakim[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=gray]43[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=gray]♂[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=gray]Bisexual[/COLOR] [sup]_________________________________________________________[/sup] [COLOR=gray]Single - Divorced[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=gray]Mercenary - Ex-Trauma Team Field Doctor[/COLOR] [b]|[/b] [COLOR=gray]Unaffiliated (Formerly British Army)[/COLOR][/sub][/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E[/color] [color=F8EF00]P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [INDENT][hider=][indent][sub][b][color=B3AC0E]▼ P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S[/color][/b][/SUB] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Build[/b][/color] - Lean and Wiry [color=B3AC0E]► [b]Ethnicity[/b][/color] - Mixed: Syrian and White British [color=B3AC0E]► [b]Hair Colour[/b][/color] - Black [color=B3AC0E]► [b]Eye Colour[/b][/color] - Dark Brown - Faintly visible cybernetic components, especially in the lens and iris of his eye. [color=B3AC0E]► [b]Other[/b][/color] - Left Shoulder: Major scarring from burns, shrapnel, and subsequent surgery, all located around the junction between flesh and cyberware. - Right bicep: Black Ink Tattoo: Insignia and Arms of the Royal Corps of Signals, bearing the text ‘CERTA CITO - MAGNA CLARA’. Above the coat of arms is a number, reading 181. - Oral Cavity: Subtle, faded, residual scarring from cuts caused by a sharp object. [/color][/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color] [color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [INDENT][hider=][indent][sub][color=B3AC0E][b]▼ C H A R A C T E R I T E M S[/b][/color][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]Militech EuBP-65[/b][/color] - A reliable and compact bullpup pattern assault rifle, chambered in a relatively powerful intermediate calibre, and well known to be similar in design to the primary service rifle of the British Army. This is the cheap and mass produced version of what might be considered exotic by NUSA standards, and it excels in little - although it is favoured by some for its good ratio of power to size, making it well suited for action in an urban environment.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]PD Engineering ‘Man-at-Arms’ V4 Cyberarm[/b][/color] - An almost completely unremarkable cyber arm, standard issue for members of Her Majesty’s Armed Services who either suffer traumatic amputations in the line of duty, or who suffer wounds that necessitate a medical amputation later. Like most cyberware it can be considered something of an upgrade over the organic equivalent - it is stronger, can hit harder, is more durable - but there is genuinely nothing special about it. This iteration was originally designed for army engineers, and possesses a better degree of fine motor control than previous and later versions - at the expense of armour and temperature sensation. It is known colloquially as the ‘Sapper’s Handjob’ for this reason.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=1ce07c]► [b]Militech M10-AF Lexington[/b][/color] - Valentine’s daily carry piece, the Lexington is an almost ubiquitous weapon on the streets of Night City, and has a well deserved reputation for its ease of use and reliability - if not for its power. Valentine also owns a suppressor designed for use with this pistol, but tends to carry it separately in order to keep the draw quick.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=932ae3]► [b]’In Arduis Fidelis’ Field Surgeon’s Bag [/b][/color] - Partially the result of a favour from a very old friend, and partially the result of improvisation and opportunistic military surplus purchases, the Fidelis Kit is an approximation of the materials the Valentine used to work with. The bag contains extremely basic first aid supplies in a separate, detachable pouch - designed for concealed carry - but is remarkably lacking in that department; instead, the Fidelis Kit’s true purpose is essentially full scale field surgery. It contains fluids, anaesthetics and painkillers, surgical tools - including a general purpose surgical endoscope - and two sets of re-usable sterile drapes, designed to be spread across the ground and over the patient in order to provide a sterile field. The Fidelis Kit is not a true first aid kit and is not designed for that purpose - it is designed for use in conjunction with other medical supplies, ideally in the company of a fellow professional… when one is available. Most notably, the Fidelis Kit is [i]intended[/i] to contain a shielded X-ray source, although the original one is almost expired and no longer emits enough radiation to assess anything other than gross abnormality or large fractures. The kit itself is the size of a large hiking pack - though it’s more bulky than it is heavy. [/color] [COLOR=gray][color=f38e30]► [b]TT-Kiroshi ‘Rubicon Lens’ Cybereyes.[/b][/color] - A genuinely remarkable piece of ocular engineering developed in a joint venture between Trauma Team and Kiroshi, the Rubicon Lenses are top tier cybereyes with extremely powerful magnifying lenses, and the unique ability to perceive a greatly expanded spectrum of radiation - from infrared to X-ray, specifically. In theory this ability can be used as a sort of night vision or thermal vision, as Valentine has discovered and made good use of, but it far from excels in this area; the true purpose of the expanded spectrum is to aid in the assessment of patients. The magnification and resolution of the Rubicon is good enough to perform basic microscopic analysis of blood samples, and Valentine can also use the Rubicon Lenses to accurately and (almost) instantly assess the temperature of almost any physical object or biological entity, as long as it is moving slowly enough for the lens to focus and to avoid significant red or blue shift. The high energy spectrum capability is intended for use with a radioactive source, to perform field imaging - however, the source Valentine currently has is almost useless for this purpose, so he will depend either on earning enough to buy a fresh one, or scavenging something. The Rubicon also comes with a series of serious disadvantages, however; being under the influence of anything other than a stimulant renders the advanced functions of the eyes totally inert, and the intensity of the stimuli they provide makes Valentine prone to severe headaches and migraines after prolonged use, which makes their advanced functions something that cannot be used continuously without consequences. The Rubicon is also completely incompatible with any kind of smartlink or smart weapons system, and - as a proprietary system - it cannot easily receive unlicensed modifications, if it can receive them at all. At the moment they also cannot be safely removed, due to the extensive hardware integration with his optic tracts - to take them out would almost certainly blind him permanently, without access to the same sort of facilities and expertise that installed them. Access he will probably never have again. [/color][/sup] [SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼ K N O W N A S S O C I A T E S[/b][/color][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Abby Garcia Etienne[/b][/color] - The sole and exclusive reason he is still alive - although he’s not sure she’s human enough yet to know it. They’ve worked together in the past, more extensively than most mercs do without being part of a regular team, and both have proven themselves to the other, over, and over, and over. Valentine was coming to the end of his tether around the time they started her rehab and de-transhumanification programme, and it was the sense of duty and purpose that helping her provided him that enabled him to pull himself back from the brink and avoid spiralling permanently. He looks at her and sees everything that’s wrong with the world - and he is reminded that he is not powerless against it. They currently live together as well as work together.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Eddie[/b][/color] - Valentine’s relationship with Eddie is a bit of a touchstone, for him, even though it is by no means an emotional one. He has worked with her for a number of years now, and has earned himself a solid reputation for professionalism, drive, and competency. Numerous times he has been injured well beyond the call of duty in pursuit of the objectives she has set him, and nonetheless continued with the job, completing it successfully. To her, he is a dual purpose agent - a broad skillset capable of filling both techie and solo roles, though he has specialisations in both that limit just how good he can be at either; Valentine’s technical skills and combat experience make him a good choice for single-agent operations, and his people skills make him just as adaptable to group work. He’s a solid choice, and always eager to be chosen. Eddie will also almost certainly be aware that he has several addictions, a number of vices besides them, and a history of military service - but most crucially, she knows the name of his ex-Wife, something he shares with nobody.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Andreas ‘Espadaverde’ Mendez[/b][/color] - Andreas the Green Blade was a young Valentino when Valentine met him - a young and extremely drunk Valentino, who needed to be walked home because he couldn’t piss straight. By escorting the young ganger Valentine accidentally created a sort of honor debt between them, and earned the favour of not only the boy but his mother - and by extension, a small section of the Valentinos themselves. Andreas was known as the Green Blade for his inexperience, youth, and obsession with edged weapons - but they met a long time ago, shortly after Valentine left Trauma Team, very shortly after his divorce. Andreas is older now, and a fully fledged, red hot blooded, significantly more chromed up Sicario now. Their friendship was solidified after he let Valentine sleep on his couch after his wife kicked him out, and Valentine made sure to do some discount merc-work for the Valentinos in return. They hang out when time permits, and routinely get fucked up drunk when they do. Andreas is also the reason Valentine initially became a mercenary - the contact that set him up with his first fixer, and thereby his first job.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]►[b]Victor Straid[/b] [/color]- Not a friend. Barely even a contact - certainly not the sort of person Valentine would contact himself, for his own purposes - Victor Straid is a touch of both, manipulative cultish predator, and genius ripperdoc. He knows him through Abby, and sincerely doubts that Straid is really that ‘attached’ to her. For this reason Valentine has ensured that Straid knows just what will happen to him if he [i]doesn’t[/i] help Abby in the ways Valentine can’t. He represents a symptom of the diseased world Valentine has found himself in, an obligation more than an opportunity, a sort of cost more than a resource. Valentine’s hatred of him mellows the further they get through Abby’s procedures, however, and he has recently started to assist the Ripperdoc with some of the longer, more complex surgeries - though he’s still not decided whether or not to kill him when they’re done. Valentine is blind to the parallels between them, and the irony those parallels cause.[/color] [/SUP] [SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼ S K I L L S[/b][/color][/sub] [sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b] A Vi et Viribus[/b][/color] - Dr. John Valentine was once a member of the 181st Signals Squadron, a section of the Royal Corps of Signals dedicated to supporting special forces operations run by the Army. Commando qualified and thoroughly dedicated, 181 SIG were responsible for the establishment and maintenance of lines of communication in some of the hottest combat zones the United Kingdom had to offer, and had an excellent record of success in this role - even when in direct and protracted contact with their most vicious enemies. Valentine was among their more decorated members during his military career, and has all the training and experience that come with it. He might be a doctor - but he is too a killer.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Medicinae et Chirurgiae[/b][/color] - Not called [I]Doctor[/I] Valentine for nothing, he was once a consultant level Emergency Doctor. This entails a knowledge and skillbase both deep and broad regarding all sorts of medical and surgical catastrophes - and vitally, how to treat them. Permanent, salaried practice was never for him - but he remains capable and cool headed in any emergency, and is well known for saving fellow edgerunners from the brink, especially when others were giving up on them.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Certa Cito - Magna Clara[/b][/color] - The unit Valentine served with was a part of the Royal Corps of Signals, and it is not for nothing that their motto in 2077 is what it is; [I]Swift and Sure, Loud and Clear![/I] Words he learned to love, words he loved to live by - even if the Latin is a tad pretentious. Radio and Comms tinkering is still a hobby of Valentine's to this day, and while he's got no skill as a hacker, he is still well versed in the assembly, disassembly, maintenance, and sabotage of electronics; especially as he served first as an enlisted soldier rather than an officer, Valentine has experience in all the above. Given a little time and a set of tools, there's very little that he can't at least [I]break[/I] cleverly. Usually, he can fix it too - but that bit is far from a guarantee.[/color] [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Verba sunt Actio[/b][/color] - People skills are a critical part of any clinician's training, and the same is true for military officers. His charisma has certainly declined since arriving at this latest, most troubled part of his life, but when the chips are down and it matters most Valentine can still make good on them. He is particularly well suited to information gathering, able to tease pieces of otherwise sensitive information out of people who otherwise wouldn't tell you, usually through regular conversation. Especially when he's both calm and sober - which is rare - Valentine has a remarkably trustworthy demeanor, and people tend to offload their problems and their stress directly to him. People [I]tell[/I]him things. Things they [I] shouldn't. Probably because when he's in his most natural state, he really does want to help.[/I][/color] [/SUP] [color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y[/color] [color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R H I S T O R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [COLOR=gray][indent][I]Labour lasted sixteen hours and approximately thirty two minutes, proceeded naturally and without incident, baby given vitamin K with parental consent, all screening negative. Ms. Al-Hakim declined epidural anaesthesia, citing religious reasons and a desire to be 'totally there' for the process. Entonox offered and accepted once contractions had been regular for half an hour. No trauma or tears to the perineum, blood loss approximately 400ml. No evidence of retained materials or ragged membranes. Midwife and doctor in mutual agreement that there are no concerns relating to Ms. Al-Hakim or baby's health, thus due for discharge in the morning. Birth at 0023 hours, date is 4th of March, 2035. We are glad to offer our congratulations to the parents, and a warm welcome to Baby Valentine-al-Hakim. [/I] John Valentine - as he often goes by in English speaking communities - had been fascinated with the medical world since as long as he could remember. When his parents found him having broken into their records cabinet to look through the notes they'd requested from the hospital after he was born, he told them he was just curious - that he wanted to know how it all worked. They were as ecstatic at his reasoning as they were awkward with the explanation, and promptly enrolled him in extra classes to sate his hunger for education - a hunger that would always serve him well. Valentine excelled in school, working through the standard British curriculum and his extra teaching with a relentless drive, matching each challenge that was thrown at him with gusto and grace. He was often disruptive - but despite that, he was well liked by the staff at Hedingham Hill Comprehensive School, and his childhood was decidedly normal. He was talented, intelligent, and charming - if boisterous and occasionally mischievous. He had his first beer at 15, smoked his first joint in secret behind the gym at school when he was 16, and found his first girlfriend at 17. Very pleasant, and for him of course very exciting - but as far as the world was concerned it was nothing really special. Then, at the age of 18 he enlisted in the army as part of his compulsory national service, preferring to get it out of the way rather than let the threat of it linger by deferring until after university - and, he reasoned, so he could get the army to pay his tuition fees too. It was not something he had looked forward to, and certainly not something he had expected to enjoy. No. He had expected to chafe under authority and initially adopted an approach of keeping his head down and trying to stay out of trouble - like he [I]hadn't[/I] in school. He surprised himself. Or rather, the army did. Valentine had expected the officers commanding him to be pompous and arrogant, unconcerned with his or any other soldier's wellbeing, and happy to issue blatantly foolish orders at the expense of the soldiery. In part, this was why he expected to fit in poorly - since he had issues with unwarranted authority. Instead he found a cadre of competent and charismatic officers, many of whom were real deal - lead by example, put the men first, neither get into a pointless fight nor back away from a worthwhile one, those sorts of ideals. Ideals he found he agreed with. Ideals he found he could embrace. His career shone. Unlike most conscripts, and perhaps for lack of another cause to devote himself to, John Valentine’s two years in the army were something he relished. He put in the effort, he took on the extra training courses when they were available, and he pursued a specialty within his field. At the age of 19, John Valentine passed selection for the 181st Squadron, Royal Army Corps of Signals. This was a feat. He was by no means the youngest in this squadron - there were those who had entered it directly as volunteers rather than be conscripted - but he distinguished himself nonetheless. He would go on to serve in active duty, passing the commando course as prerequisite for field operations with the 181, and then enter combat across Britain - but never more often than in the London Combat Zones. After his tour of duty was up, he made the difficult choice to pursue an education and qualify as a doctor, while remaining an army reservist. He would also eventually earn a commission as an officer - the first in his known family history to do so - and become Lieutenant Valentine. Addicted to the rush of combat and the cold focus of adrenaline, he took what he had learned and applied it to his medical career equally - he specialised in emergency medicine at the very same hospital he’d been born at, St. Bart’s, once the largest and greatest trauma centre in Western Europe. He met a girl, he fell in love, started dating and eventually got married. He lost an arm in the line of duty while deployed during a crisis - at this point, Captain Valentine - and accordingly was allocated a spare from Porton Down Engineering. He studied, he worked, he fought, he lived - he sat exams and failed them the first time, then failed them again, and passed only on his third try. He learned from his mistakes and took time away from the army to continue with his medical career, eventually attaining the rank of SAS Doctor - then after that, Emergency Consultant. He had a son. Rupinder, named after his wife’s late brother - but Ruby for short. He was happy. But it couldn’t - no, it [i]wouldn’t[/i] last. Al-Hakim is a title as much as it is a name, hereditary by his generation, but once earned by one of his ancestors. It means ‘The Wise’. His greatest failure was that he could never live up to it. Blinded by ambition and enthralled with the idea of seeing real action again, when Trauma Team came knocking he didn’t even hesitate. He uprooted his family and shed his friends like a thin coat of skin, and moved to Night City. This is where his marriage troubles began - it’s where he started to lose his grip on his life. Not to say he wasn’t good at his job, of course - it was probably the one part of his life where he kept up all the appearances and never once slipped up. Trauma Team were good to him, and whether it was taking on AeroDyne shifts or covering an Emergency Department for a double shift when he was meant to be resting, he did what he was told. He found common purpose in his colleagues - some of whom had similar backgrounds, and shared his ideals of medicine, healthcare, and glorious progress. He took part in the new Rubicon Programme - a sort of cybernetics trial, looking at the value of augmenting senior doctors and nurses with what essentially amounted to in-built imaging equipment. It was a resounding success. At home, he was a resounding absence. Thing came to a head when his AeroDyne responded to a call and essentially lost the fight. Not his first defeat, nor his first injury, but certainly his first time being taken alive. A group of Edgerunners had been planning for the Trauma Team response unit their client had paid for, and their aircraft was blown out of the sky with anti-tank weapons that had been rigged to a ballistics co-processor and a small quantum CPU. Years later he would applaud their ingenuity - but over the next two days, he would curse the fact that they’d not even been good enough to make sure they were dead. If they had died, he wouldn’t have been taken by Scavs. Sometimes he wonders if there are still braindances being sold of what they did to him. He wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching his throat, reliving the drowning sensation, fearing for his life. Yasmina - his wife - gave him an ultimatum. He leaves Trauma Team, or she leaves him and takes Ruby with her. As if Ruby even recognised him to begin with. But he did the right thing for once. He discussed matters with the friends he’d made in the company - the corpo rats he’d used to hate, when he was infantry - and made arrangements for his departure. They were very understanding, and some strings were pulled so that he wouldn’t need to go through any more surgery before leaving. Somebody probably got in serious trouble - but they were good at finding a fall guy, and even if he did care about who it was, his marriage was more important. It lasted a year. Nothing changed, is the worst part. No relapsing into his old ways, no more fighting and gunplay, no more long shifts - nothing. Sometimes he wonders if it was the nightmares that finally pushed her away - if he’d become so broken that he could no longer be dealt with - but he knew the truth. She’d given him one more chance - but it was a chance that came after the damage had been done. Dealing with him in his current state didn’t help of course - might have even been the straw that broke the camel’s back, so to speak - but it probably didn’t matter. He would never know how long it had been since she loved him; he would never know how long it had been since he truly ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him, and pushed away the one person who loved him the most. The divorce was quick, and technically amicable - Ruby stayed three nights at his place, and four at his mother’s - but it was just too obvious who was to blame. When Valentine started drinking, Yasmina saw it for what it was - the start of a death spiral - and pulled Ruby out. Valentine lost his visitation rights after the first pill, then lost his apartment after he nearly burned it down after trying to cook while he was high. He was homeless for a bit - a bit too vicious to be a victim, a bit too unstable to find a home. His cyberware started to creak and groan - no eddies means no maintenance - and he started to get truly desperate. Desperate for warmth, for food, for money, for an escape. For what it’s worth, he never once blamed his wife. Not ever. He knew what he’d done. He hated himself more than any criminal or terrorist he’d ever been deployed against, more than any lowlife scav stealing bits from his clients’ bodies, more than- well, more than anything. His instincts saved him - but not the ones you’d expect. Out of everything he could have done when he found a young Valentino passed out in the gutter one night while he was stalking around and going through withdrawal, he kept the boy safe. He stayed with him, giving psychotic death glares at anyone who so much as looked at him - he even [i]barked[/i] at a Tyger Claw. Like a dog. Less than a dog. But he could do this - he could keep him safe. One last thing, he thought, just this one last thing. The kid woke up eventually and pulled a sword on him - but after he was disarmed and they had a moment to talk, Espadaverde (a name he had invented, thought Valentine) realised he wasn’t going to get home safe alone, and let Valentine walk him there. Valentine got some food and a sofa. It was the first good he’d gotten since everything went to shit, and it was all he could do to not break down and cry. From there the rest is history - Andreas moved out and took Valentine with him, found him a weapon and some work - through which he eventually met Abby, too - and helped him realise he couldn’t die just yet. What would his son think, if the story ended here? There were ups and downs, many more of the latter - and he never kicked his newfound habits - but things were stable enough, even if the persistent thought of just [i]quitting[/i] plagued him still. Abby had her turn to save his life too - Andreas could give him reasons, but the Valentinos weren’t a [i]purpose[/i]. He never told her that he’d already taken the pills when she knocked on his door. It was difficult, finding an antidote in time, especially secretly - but he did it. He had someone to live for again - someone to [i]recover for again.[/i] That was enough. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/color] [color=F8EF00]D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [COLOR=gray][indent]John Valentine is a tall, lithe, lean looking man. He was stockier and fuller once - but his addictions have taken a toll, even if it’s not immediately obvious that’s what it is. His skin is a pale sort of olive tan, and his hair is dark and thick. He has scars around his cyberarm - from the blast that took off the original - and smaller, white, thin scars inside his mouth, from the implements used by the Scavs. One tattoo, bearing the insignia of his old comrades, and his motto - Certa Cito, Magna Clara. [/indent][/COLOR] [INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color] [color=F8EF00]P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img] [COLOR=gray][INDENT]John Valentine is like Abby - in recovery, not always stable, and struggling almost every day. He represents the difficulty of it, and the balancing act it often requires - especially when one’s occupation is a part of one’s vices. I’m certainly hoping that there will be room for him to learn how to be on his own again, and find something to live for that isn’t as volatile as a person - but tragedy can also be art, and while I think I would prefer him to ultimately be successful (even if it ultimately means trying to step away from the life of a merc entirely), I’m certainly not counting on it. His and Abby’s story are also tied together - they live together, work together, and essentially treat eachother. It’s an interesting dynamic, even if it isn’t always healthy. [/INDENT][/COLOR][/cell][/row][/table][/COLOR][RIGHT][img]https://i.imgur.com/wgYH2dA.png[/img][/RIGHT]