Valentín

"Mère... comme vous l'avez dit... ça a commencé...", dit Vale aux murs, sa voix monotone et vide. Son beau visage était en partie ébranlé par certains de ses cheveux qui roulaient dans ses yeux. Cependant, il ne semblait pas s'en soucier et n'a fait aucun geste pour le déplacer. Il monta lentement jusqu'au mur, plaçant délicatement ses doigts délicats sur les dalles cimentées de pierre et se mit à glisser les doigts sur son cadre, en arrachant autour de toutes les peintures qui auraient pu être sur son chemin. "Ah, oui... bien sûr maman... elle se débrouille très bien...", il continua d'un ton épouvantable, prenant un moment pour reconnaître une peinture particulière devant lui avec ses yeux glacés. Il s'inclina la tête et la fixa, comme s'il entendait ses pensées.
Il tourna lentement autour d'elle et, bizarrement voyant, une jeune jeune fille vint dans sa chambre et l'informa des raideurs qui avaient commencé une attaque. "Maître, une bande de raideurs a commencé une attaque. Voulez-vous que j'amène les gardes à votre poste pour vous protéger?", lui dit-elle d'un ton embarrassant et troublant, en veillant à garder sa distance de lui en restant près de la porte. C'était tout à fait normal que les gens aient peur de lui. Sa belle et sinistre personnalité a rendu tout le monde inébranlable. Il a glissé sa main à ses coups, et les a lentement manœuvrés hors de son visage pour avoir un meilleur regard sur elle. Ses yeux étaient nacrés et solitaires alors qu'il répondait d'un ton bas et fantomatique. "Hmmm... gardez-vous vous dites? Les gardes ne sont jamais là quand l'obscurité vient. Donc... ils ne sont plus nécessaires maintenant non plus... Les murs disent qu'ils fourniront toute la protection dont j'ai besoin », a-t-il dit, regardant eerly autour d'un labyrinthe comme si la jeune fille n'était pas vraiment en sa présence. Elle le regarda encore une fois et se prosterna maladroitement, et tout ce qu'elle put rassembler, c'était : « Bien sûr Nightingale.", avant de s'éloigner rapidement de sa chambre.
"Nuitingale... belle...", il s'est bourdonné à lui-même. Atteindre sa commode et ramasser son livre, The Road to Bastion, il a fait son chemin hors de sa chambre à un rythme d'escargot, grimpant lentement le long comme un navire vide tiré par des cordes. Son corps bougeait mal à l'aise et son attention ne semblait suivre aucune direction particulière, cependant, ses pieds semblaient être ceux qui le dirigeaient.
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"Sur la route et sur la route va,
En bas dans la profondeur ci-dessous..."
"Vous êtes allés appeler le roi,
Vous voulez entendre le Diable chanter...", il a commencé à chanter, sa voix hantante et belle résonnant dans tout le couloir. Cette séquence de la même chanson a continué à plusieurs reprises, et comme il passait par, beaucoup de gardes qui ont été postés en service se sont trouvés particulièrement entrés et effrayés pour leur vie en même temps. "Qu'est-ce qui l'a possédé dans le diable?", l'un d'eux murmura. "Aucun indice, mais il est vraiment beau.", l'autre murmura. Ayant finalement atteint sa destination, la chanson fantomatique s'empare et Vale glisse ses mains glissières à travers la fissure de la porte ouverte, la poussant lentement à l'ouverture alors que son regard atterrissait sur la Reine. Un sourire réussit à se répandre sur son visage alors qu'il la regardait alors qu'elle traversait des journaux. Une main tenant son livre et l'autre pressé contre le mur froid, il glisse lentement son corps dans sa chambre et parle d'un ton bas et presque enfantin. "Ma dame, ma mère m'a dit de venir vous voir en son nom. Elle voulait que je vous informe des raideurs qui ont attaqué... mais... il semble que vous soyez déjà au courant de cette performance. Avez-vous établi sur quel chemin vous aimeriez descendre?", a - t - il dit dans un culte comme un ton. Son engouement pour la Reine, quoique un peu bizarre, n'était pas moins sincère et protecteur. Il tenait sa tête basse alors que ses longs cheveux coulaient sur son visage. Il est resté silencieux jusqu'à ce qu'elle le reconnaisse.
Valentín Nicolai de Nostrade
"I already miss the darkness...the sweet gentle dreams I dreamt..."

Full name: Valentín Nicolai de Nostrade
Titles: Former King's Ward, The Nightingale
Rank: N/A
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Melancholic, awkward, and depressed, Vale is a young fellow who seems to always appear as if he is woeful and wretched. His heart hangs heavy and his countenance hangs even lower. Despite being unusually beautiful for a boy, with an angelic and feminine voice to match, his gloomy and eerie dark aura may stir people in the other direction. He is a wallflower who prefers to keep to his own and watch others from a distance. Emotionally unstable and unavailable to all but the Queen, his somewhat passive behavior towards others makes him seem very mysterious and dissonant. He speaks in a low and dainty tone, and goes to all cost to avoid direct confrontation. He is the type of person who is quick to blame himself for the misfortune of others. While some believe him to be possessed, it is his dark past that consumes his soul. Vale seems to show interest in the mundane and books, and has a peculiar, but hauntingly beautiful singing voice. Despite this, passion lies far and in between for him, and more often than not, he is neither thrilled nor enthralled by much of anything. It is rumored that he talks to the walls and sings to the moon every night. Vale finds sleep to be his sacred place, and is always open to take any opportunity to slumber, relishing in his dark and distorted dreams. Not many see him in the light, as he reserves his gentle smiles and singing for the Queen. He is a bit of a masochist as well.
History:
Clairenfort was a small, but rich neighboring kingdom under the rule of the Nostrade royal family. The Nostrade's consisted of the King, the Queen, Vale, his 4 older brothers, 2 older sisters, and 3 younger sisters. As one of the youngest, and the youngest son no less, there was a slowly festering feeling of neglect that Vale was feeling from his parents. And this didn't help, because from a very young age, he was always deemed different by his siblings. The black sheep as some of them called him. Vale was exceptionally beautiful for a boy and many said that unlike his brothers, he took after and resembled greatly to his mother. The folk of Clairenfort said he was the most beautiful, even more so than his sisters. Often, his siblings would tease him and exclude him from their activities for being weird. It was only his mother who truly appreciated his uniqueness.
However, unbeknownst to him, his mother was the worst of them all and if modern doctors could of existed then, she would of been classified as a psychopath and sociopath. She knew Vale was different, and used her motherly charm to manipulate her son to her own bidding without him even realizing it so she could take the throne for herself. She loved none of her children conditionally, and to her, Vale was just an out-casted pawn she could use to her advantage. It was when he turned 10 years old, that through skilled deceit, under-play, and strategizing, she was able to manipulate Vale into killing his entire family by poisoning their food at dinner. Distraught by what he had done and unable to cope with the dark and extremely volatile emotions he was feeling, he eventually ended up killing his mother as well. After the death of the royal family and the kingdom of Clairenfort began to crumble, a young Vale was adopted by another King(Lady Isolde de Morgreta II's father)and raised as the King's Ward.
Isolde, a very gentle and sweet princesses, was one of the few people that Vale immediately felt a good "vibe" from and latched onto her like a fly. Infatuated by her light, he has been loyal to her ever since, even after she was de-railed by her good for nothing brother. He may not be in the lime light, but he does what he can to keep her safe at all cost, even if by lurking in the shadows and watching those who come near her.
Skills:
---Keen Eye; Due to his reserved nature, Vale developed an odd ability to read individuals and assess them just by looking at them. He is exceptionally skilled at reading lips and body language, and has a tendency to pick up "vibes" from others.
---Singing; Vale is a haunting, but ethereal beautiful singer. The rare few who have heard his voice, stated that it sounded like a haunted ghost trying to lure them to the pits of hell. Of course, when he sings to the queen, his voice is like a mother lulling her child to sleep.
---Book Smart; Vale spends much of his time reading books, just about any book in fact. He has no preferences. Literature is just one of the many means for him to "escape". Because of this, he is knowledgeable about many things.
---Pain Tolerance; Somewhat of a masochist, Vale finds pain to be an odd and "hard to explain" sensation for him, but, in a good way. Because of this sensation he gets from pain, he has a high tolerance to it, making torture more of a pleasure for him than a scare tactic.
Dreams and fears:
---Fears the death of the Queen.
---Fears large crowds of people.
---Fears not being able to sleep.
---He has no dreams(none at the moment) except for the ones in his sleep.
Favored equipment:
---His books.
Extra:
Insignia of the Nostrade Royal Family.