Valentino

> "*Pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into Hell."*
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## Application Sheet

Valentino was a light-golden-furred male wolf with acidic green eyes. He arrived in the Domain as a loner, where he endeavored to get up to schemes for his own pleasure. He was created and RP'd by SpookyWonders.

## Personality

**[Cunning, Malicious, Judgemental, Idealistic, Sophisticated, Demanding, Arrogant, Selfish, Persistent, Opportunistic, Charming, Deceptive]**

Upon first initial appearances, Valentino is everything a morally righteous wolf would be, he’s honest, kind, helpful, considerate if not an impressive charmer. Maybe he’s overconfident and a bit of a flirt with those he meets, but all-and-all he’s just an average wolf with an exceptional character. However all of it is simply a ploy-a lie, as what really lies deep beneath those false stories and sweet smiles is a twisted individual. What Valentino truly is in simple terms is an actor-an achiever really. He will do whatever is necessary for his goals and survival, he’s your textbook selfish and would sacrifice anything for his own gain.

Dangerous would be the best word to describe Valentino, he is always one step ahead and always has a plan. However, on the rare chance that things do go wrong he can scramble the pieces enough to save his skin, at least those abilities haven’t failed him yet. He is one those who doesn’t take no for an answer, he can’t accept that and is persistent in his desire until he receives a yes. However, it isn’t as if he necessarily needs a yes, he does what he wants without any regards to others. The simple act of defying him or him having to work further for what he wants both infuriates him and fuels his passion even more.

He isn’t one to pursue something that would be a waste of his time, Valentino is always looking to satisfy his desire for greed and power. He wants others to be wrapped around his lies, he wants to cause mayhem simply because he can-simply because it amuses him. Yet, sometimes he can’t help his impulses and when easy prey show themselves, unless he has more pressing matters he will quickly bite the bait. Assured in his abilities to quickly turn an easy target into a useful source for his schemes or maybe just a personal pawn. Ultimately he is driven by his biggest goal involving his past and every scheme is in some way working towards achieving it.

Valentino is also extremely analytical, he is able to make small assumptions on others based upon how they present themselves to him. Instantly categorizing individuals to determine what lie he needs to work with in order to gain the upper hand over them. Which is why he makes an effort to keep up such appearance as he reels others in before gradually shifting his character. For once Valentino gets angry and his false picture crumbles does his true character really shine, as with the snap of his facade comes the snap of his restraint. Meaning he will not shy away from violence or belittlement, in fact he craves it and feels powerful from his inflections. He won’t hold back on anyone, he demands others to bend to his will and plans, as those who get in the way of his goals will certainly suffer...

## Pre-Group History

If you were to ask Valentino who his parents are or where he stumbled from, you’d get a different tale everytime. Maybe if you are one he finds charming or possibly the ticket to an opportunity he’d tell you his past is filled with mysteries for you to uncover. Would you get the truth? No. The real truth is that Valentino came from a simple pack filled with simple wolves. Nothing was “special” about him nor was his birth anything worth celebrating. His parents weren’t of high rank nor held much of any importance, they were solidarity and as such so was their son.

He was one of many in a sea of golden siblings, but Valentino didn’t long to be another number, no, he desired more. However, he wouldn’t get that opportunity until and an incident where one of his siblings caused him to lie. See, from where he was from, all the packs in the surrounding area were leaders in their own right, but even they all served and bowed to one pack.

The Empire known as: *The Kenshin.*

His sibling was reckless and had gotten tangled with one of the Emperors consorts, something that was forbidden and for reasons unbeknownst to Valentino, he took the rap for it. Maybe it was because he desired something different from the central system of his everyday life or maybe a part of him desired to be a hero in his family's eyes. Yet, the real truth can never be gathered from him, even if his own parents or siblings were to ask it. The best answer you’d get from Valentino that possibly bordered maybe even a portion of the truth was: Instinct.

A pure drive to protect what was his.

His family did not rebuttal his proclamation in fear that they would only get dragged along with him or make the punishment hasher for interference. As the Emperor was a deranged wolf, unlike the hard and ruthless leaders before him, he liked a bit of fun-madness some called it. Instead of sentencing Valentino to imprisonment, work or even death, he proposed a battle royale. If Valentino could best 3 chosen fighters then he would earn himself the consort and a seat at the advisors table. Each fighter represented the advisor that had chosen them and if all 3 were bested then Valentino had pick of who he desired to replace. Although there was “no room” for an extra hand, therefore, one must be replaced...permanently. In turn if the advisors chosen warrior bested the fighter then that advisor would win Valentinos bounty.

A twisted cycle.

Knowing the stakes, the advisors didn’t hold back in their selected fighters, picking the best they could buy with power and what resources they had in exchange. When asked if he had any experience in battle or knew his rules for this royale, he lied. again. The action sent a small spark through him as behind innocent eyes laid the beginnings of a mischievous gleam. Valentino planned to live and would utilize any means necessary to do so, he wanted change and he was going to have it. No longer was he a number, he was the one and only Valentino-unique. Soon the royale came and through his deception he was able to get “easier” opponents to battle against him in the royale, with the various tales he whispered and spun throughout the Empire. When the battle commenced, it was that first taste of spilled blood, that first sudden rush of adrenaline filling his lungs that left Valentino inhaling deeply. It changed his entire perspective and since that incident he was never quite the same. It evolved him, made him high on the power, the absolute sensation drinking him in with greed.

To simply speak, Valentino became “bad” because he longed to be, because he enjoyed causing harm and found pleasure in others stupidly, leading them on until they crumbled, witnessing the pain in their eyes. Experiences the rush and satisfaction of his efforts. All he had done until this point was simplistic-montame, making him realize this art was his calling. That day, Valentino came out a victor and born anew, not only surprising those with his win but with the advisor he had chosen to replace. He had chosen the lowest ranking of the three-finding it would make the process of him taking control far more easier. Less eyes, more relief from the higher ranking officials in thinking he desired to serve. A conclusion that couldn’t be further from the truth-no. Valentino didn’t just desire power, he wanted it all. He longed to play the slow game, deceive them all-twist them against each other as he controlled them at the hem, leading them on like the silly puppets they were.

In other words...*utter chaos.*

For a few years his long game worked, moving him slowly through the ranks as those around him crumbled. A misdirection there, a silly fling here, a harsh punishment to follow...well lets just say Valentino didn’t hold back. The consort he was given was merely used as a play thing to him, he had no problem embarrassing and taking out his rage on them. They held no power and for those long years that statement was correct...until it wasn’t. Blinded by his success of being proclaimed the Emperor's highest ranking official-his right hand in fact, left him careless. The Emperor was dying and soon his son would take over, but such position belonged to Valentino, as it was the final stepping stone for complete power.

Planning to discreetly poison the son on the night before his coordination, Valentino was ratted out by his consort with one of his own siblings as a witness no doubt. *The same sibling he had taken the rap for in the first place.* It was a bold faced claim and Valentino still had the council in his favor, yet one wolf's word changed that all within a faction of a second. *The old dying Emperor.* In his old age and withering moments his madness had dulled and having collaborated with Valentino for multiple schemes knew the golden green eyed trickster’s mark, knew his type, as he had once been in the same position himself.

Immediately it was called for his imprisonment as death would be far to great of a reward. The results left Valentino in the dirt halls of the Emperors prison. Sentenced for life. At least he would have been, had the foolish Emperor not forgotten he had already showed Valentino the means to escape such pits in a state of emergency. Over the next few days into his sentence, he had made his escape, but not before over earring that the cycle still continued without him. Only this time his consort now sat at the low advisor position he first held after winning the royale with his sibling as their consort. The stupid fool, it almost brought a wicked smile to his lips knowing the chaos wouldn’t stop. Now with his consort having learned from him and sitting at his once held position, things would surely fall back into its old ways. *It was only a matter of time.* Therefore, as he escaped that night he vowed to come back with the appropriate resources to reclaim what was rightfully his.

That old timing Emperor's goal wasn’t to end the madness but instead start the cycle back all over again.

**Game On.**

## Trivia

* He smells of burning birch-wood: subtle, yet sweet.
* Valentino loves to click his tongue when he is feeling especially arrogant, but it usually means he is plotting or analyzing.
* He is always moving at a briskly slower pace then average, drawing attention to himself as if he owns whatever space he’s in. Keeping his head high at all times, he moves with a sure-footed grace always carrying a winning smile and glow in his eyes.

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet