Valeria Beaumont
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"What's immortality for if not to enjoy it?"
Few questions seem as irksome to Valeria Beaumont as this one, for one might struggle to find much mirth, playfulness or indulgance in this stern and prickly warrior vampire, prone to dark moods. Her pale face seems sculpted of marble, the lines a little too sharp and angular to be considered traditionally beautiful. Valeria's nose is hawkish, her ofttime scowling brow framing eyes of a disturbing jet-black hue, speckled with crimson. The rosebud softness of her lips is a startling contrast to the rest, as is the obvious femininity of her figure, even encased in fullplate armour.
One might easily have placed Valeria Beaumont into the Court of Valour, where her abrasive character might be more appreciated, yet she was incongruously sired by Morgana Makere into the Court of Sorrows. Privately, but beknownst to her Coterie and quite possibly Morgana herself, Valeria abhors the fanciful schemes and machinations of her own court, which she will nonetheless defend vehemently.
Unlike many of her kin, the eternal pessimist Valeria views at least certain mortals as a real threat and refuses to dismiss them as mere cattle. She's constantly assessing threats and gauging weaknesses, rarely opting to strike until the odds are stacked heavily in her favour - and just as rarely allowing herself to display any weakness in turn. Thus she prefers to feed in private, displaying a tenderness that seems reserved, quite cruelly, for her victims alone.
