Name: Bellamy Speirs Valentine
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Maybe just under 6', with an average set of shoulders and an equally average build. He's not particularly thick, nor thin. He's well muscled from his work, but not overly so. His hands are only slightly roughed, still being young, and his face has a sort of stillness to it. And like his face, his entire body, his stance, has a certain stillness, especially when he stands still and waits, or watches. He's tanned from working in the sun, and his hair is a light brown, kept a little long relative to other men. He has a face that could be friendly if he smiled, cold if he showed nothing, and hostile if he frowned or tightened his jaw.
Skills: Woodcutting, stew-making, occasionally hunting, and some basic hand-to-hand and knife combat, from training with his father. His father was a normal soldier, before settling down and opening an inn; Bellamy grew up as the innkeeper's son, well known for his knack with making anything taste good in a stew.
History: The innkeeper's son. He was born to a retired soldier and the local blacksmith's daughter, who had fallen in love sometime during Ronald's- his father- training. His father visited his mother- Elaina- as often as he could, and eventually settled down because of her. After marrying, they started up an inn by taking it off the hands of a dying owner (who died thirteen days afterwards). Shortly thereafter, Elaina became pregnant, and nine months later, Valentine was born.
As the innkeeper's son, he did all the chores for them. He lugged stuff about, served the various clients that came in, eavesdropped on his father and his old war buddies, and took care of the garden, of the chopped wood, and of the occasional need to get some venison without having to buy it or have Ronald go get it. Ronald, of course, taught Bellamy how to hunt on his tenth birthday- and on his thirteenth, started teaching him how to handle himself in a fight, after another kid gave him a black eye. Bellamy wasn't exactly looked at in friendly terms by everybody his age- whatwith living and working at the inn of a dead respected man, who died a foul number after he left the inn.
Kids learned not to mess with him after his soldier of a father started teaching him how to fight- because kids started ending up hurt, kids who had been known to try to humiliate and bully him. One kid, who began hating Valentine because Val took a liking to a girl- who he thought was his, but the girl adamantly demanded she was no one's- was said to have followed Val out into the woods on one of his hunts, and never returned, dead or alive. Val didn't appear to be overly concerned about it, and suddenly, people noticed how still he was, how often he stared but didn't seem to really see the person- just what they were and what they could do.
Valentine never corrected them that he had just kneed the kid who hated him before the kid could get even a dozen feet into the forest, and sent him back home. He didn't mind the controversy, the bad rep- people stopped messing with him, after all.
Valentine continued his life unhindered, though few people managed or dared to get close. He has a half dozen friends, none of them particularly close, though he does go to social events and the like.
Then, one day, while fixing a broken table from one of the weekly brawls, a drunk started taunting him. Valentine handled it as he did with other kids taunting him, or drunk patrons of the bar- he said nothing, except gave that cold stare. And the drunk taunted some more, and some more, and babbling nonsense every now and then. He was a drunk, after all. And when Valentine finally asked what he wanted from him, the drunk dared him to go to the Choosing- which was happening the next day.
So Valentine went, as distant from his family as he was from his friends.
Other:
He doesn't have very many friends, but he respected or even feared, with some amount of controversy about him. He unsettles many, and has always been known as a quiet child, even among friends. Though, he is respected, kids not wanting to screw with him.
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