hello, hello everyone! my name's kip (they/them, ct, 26) and this is 01/02 of my hot girls ms. valkyrie tueur, formally known as gae eunseo. she's what you call a "lipstick tomboy" on the interweb, a sighir user with a tragic back story and is currently in hiding as someone completely different. all that to say she ends up running the grey lilies with some folks and is truly here for revenge on the system for what they've done to her, namely the golden tears. you can find some links to her info and some offshoot head canons under the read more (as well as some mun stuffs).
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[ย kim minjeong (winter of aespa), cisfemale, she/they] Look who just landed!ย VALKYRIE 'KYRIE' TUEUR, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps youโre not worried asย LEADERย ย ofย THE GREY LILLIES. The city has plenty of spots for aย 25ย year oldย SIGHIRย like you. Youโll be known in the city soon enough asย MUTED ROSE, being ADAPTABLEย andย CUNNING.
Full Name: gae eunseo valkyrie tueur
Nickname: kyrie
Date of Birth: september 26th 2379 february 18th 2379
Gender: demi-female
Pronouns: she/they
Sexual Orientation: pansexual
Romantic Orientation: homoromantic
Current Age: 25
Modification: sighir cyborg
Affiliation: grey lilies
Birthplace: new jakarta, mars
Current Neighbourhood: the akumu slums
Occupation: weapons and computer technician
Known Languages: bahasa indonesian, english, hybrid language, unofficial sign language specific to the grey lilies
no one other than the other leaders of the grey lilies know her true identity.
legally she's still considered missing and presumed dead.
she has her own "sign language" that she developed for the grey lilies only.
she lives in a little studio beneath a dive bar and rarely allows people over.
considers the grey lilies her family and tries to pretend like her original family isn't probably out looking for her.
prefers 'kyrie' over 'val'
chronic insomnia often takes(see: abuses) over the counter meds for it.
hardcore independent, it is a drug. trying to take it from her feels like you're snatching her child from her arms.
she misses her parents dearly often looks at her original missing persons report.
lives and breathes for the grey lilies, often tries to put her hand in many buckets on behalf of them and burns out very easily.
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From the cracked door, Jagger peeks out cautiously, a bandana partially obscuring his faceโa precautionary measure, given the ever-present risk of Overseers prowling the streets, itching to incite trouble. Trust, after all, is a luxury he can no longer afford, especially with SHATTERSTAR now in custody, likely dismantled piece by piece until nothing remains but his fragile, human remnants. โSucks, really,โ he mutters as a greeting to his long-time friend, his voice carrying a tinge of sardonic resignation as he ushers them into the dimly lit sanctuary he calls home.
As always, Jaggerโs presence fills the room with his boisterous musings, though today, they are tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety that is new. โCute hood, by the way,โ he remarks, attempting to lighten the mood, โHides your face well. A real shame for the guys and gals out there whoโd kill to get a glimpse.โ The small space, scarcely more than a repurposed storage container, is cluttered with a myriad of objectsโforgotten treasures and salvaged scrapsโbasically a metaphor his life on the fringe. He rifles through the mess, searching for new parts to solder into the gadget clutched in his hands, a device that has consumed his attention in recent days. โDonโt blush,โ he teases with a grin, eyes twinkling with mischief, โyou know Iโm right.โ He is no master craftsman, but the modest contraptions he manages to assemble from discarded scraps are a source of pride, each one a testament to his ingenuity and determination to make something out of nothing.
โIโm surprised no one hassled you on your way here. Itโs dangerous out there, Kyrie,โ he says, his tone softening into genuine concern. โYou canโt go getting hurt on me. Then Iโd have to go all SHATTERSTAR on those mechanical apes and get myself locked up.โ His words, though playful, are laced with a deep-seated protectiveness for his friend.
He finally takes a moment to notice the box in their hands, a curious smile spreading across his face. โOh, did you bring presents? Sick. We can tradesies. Whatcha got?โ
she had to roll her eyes at his antics. jagger truly was a character, one she'd grown fond of nonetheless. with a sigh she followed him through his space, one she'd come to known well. when she wasn't so tense her time with him was something she looked forward too. jagger could yap on while kyrie listened, or he'd watch her sign stories that had his thickly manicured brows expressing his emotions.
it didn't help that even in her rigid mood his compliments, though annoying, did bring flushes of red to her pale skin. as he spoke, she softened, he did care about her, she could tell, the insidious flirting aside. and in turn kyrie cared deeply about him, so much so that the thought of him getting locked up genuine brought a bit of fear to her. with her free hand she began to choppily signal out their friend-made language, having to spell out most of the words for the lack of a second limb. her thumb crossed over her eyes, middle finger sliding up her sternum before she rotated her wrist, tapping her temple with the same digit before spelling; ' i don't t-h-i-n-k, ' she spread her fingers waving her hand back and forth, ' anyone would be s-t-u-p-i-d enough to hassle me. but thank you for the c-o-n-c-e-r-n. '
looking down at the box, kyrie finally set it down, motioning to it so he could peer inside. ' of course i did, you think i came over here to get laid? '
Veer was far more laid back than the other leader of the Lilies, and at times, they felt bad for her. If they could, they'd attempt to take away her distress, but they also knew that it kept them on edge: it was what kept them safe.
Veer was not the one to keep people safe, they were the one that ensured they could progress their goals. With information and connections and the intelligence to know what the best way was to get people to do what they wanted.
He smiled as he had a seat at the place and picked a random plate from the conveyer belt, not at all concerned with what kind of sushi it was. He filled his ceramic cup with hot water and shrugged. He had been quick enough to pick up the secret language, but Veer had never been a good signer, he just used a few random ones that showed he understood, that he was listening, that he had a plan. "As long as everyone keeps a down-low, they won't be finding us," he said. "Don't worry, yaar, we've been through worse. Have some sushi, my treat." And then they could talk how to go from there. Because the down-low part... not that easy with a bunch of rebels.
one thing veer was good at was knowing when she was stressed. knowing when she had everything possible in the world on her mind. like some weird telekinetic intuition that picked up on her mental state. and as annoying as it was, she was grateful that someone could read her mind.
veer was the one that kept them moving forward. if kyrie was the brute, veer was the brains, the heart, the soul, she was the skin, the knuckles, the teeth, the tongue. she was the shadow, slithering through the muck while he spoke with a bright white smile. she made sure they were safe, he made sure they didn't fall apart.
she followed his lead, picking up a mug for tea and a plate of her own, though she wasn't that hungry. settling into her seat in front of him she sighed;
keeping everyone on the down-low is what i'm worried about. her fingers moved expertly with their secret language trying not to sign so high up for others to watch and possible figure out. veer was right, they had been through worse and each time they came out as unscathed as they could manage but at what cost?
do you think we're in a hard place right now? or do you really think being on the low will help us? i'm asking for real veer.
CLOSED STARTER from the perspective of VEER SIVAKUMAR ( The Little Cobra - - leader of The Grey Lilies ) for VALKYRIE TUEUR ( @no5491 )
It was rare for the Grey Lillies to make the news on grounds of anything radical. They were not thieves like the Crew, or suspected of experimental weapons. At most their names showed up for activism. X Academy was smart enough to have a lid on direct attacks. Though they certainly were more radical than the Isles.ย
But showing up now, Veer knew he and the others had to ensure the safety of their members.
He tapped Kyrie on the shoulder and gestured for his fellow Leader to follow him inside the small Sushi shop in the mall.ย
this was....not ideal. getting their name tossed into something big from the unn was shotty work and a quick way to get them all in some trouble. they weren't poachers, they weren't putting their sticky fingers on anything that brought them profit. they were advocates and reformers.
now, the public couldn't be so sure, and that pissed her off.
as she was talking to another member of their organization she felt a soft tap on her shoulder, forcing her to turn around, blonde strands falling from the loosely clipped hair on her head.
she followed veer without hesitation, nodding softly as he spoke. in response she brought up her hands, fingers curling around the special symbols made only for the grey lilies as she mimed out their secret language. she tapped her fingers, rolling her eyes as her tongue poked out in disgust, kyrie mimed an explosion before she tapped the left side of her cheek with her middle finger, the right side with her pointer. she went on to drag a finger up the inner side of her for arm to finish of her sentence.
i hate this type of chaos, it can get people killed.
she was supposed to be laying low. keeping her crew under wraps and trying her best to keep the entirety of the grey lilies out of unforeseen trouble. but money was to be made, and if their other endeavors had to find their way to the shadows, then she'd have to step up and fill in the gaps. sometimes it was risky, venturing outside of their usual circles. the akumu slums weren't exactly a place where trustworthiness was a proud badge of honor. in fact, the more merciless and without compassion you are, respect seemed to be what you gain rather than a trail of fear in your wake.
pulling her hood over her head, she began the short trek to her destination, box in hand. the contents of it blinked and chirped and chimed wanting her attention as they rattled along the walls of their confines. she'd hoped he could do something with this junk. she'd already tried her best with the pieces she could salvage, being able to upgrade a few weapons for the group, tinker with them a bit to make the faux device on her neck and put some into the every growing scrap container that set inside her shabby studio.
a low rapt on the door was made by the grazing of her knuckles, loud enough to get jagger's attention, but not so loud enough that she'd have anyone in the immediate vicinity paid no mind to her presence.
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A DEEP DIVE INTO VALKYRIE 'KYRIE' TUEUR, formerly known as GAE EUNSEO
cw : // mentions of a self-saving s*ucide attempt, brief mention of torture
her family had been well accustomed to living in quiet. they moved in and out of the back alley ways of their middle class home in the mawar district, at least until they could afford to get acquainted with the people there. gae jung-wokโs far distant family had been stationed in japan due to the patriarchโs military service, which lead them to being some of the first people to settle themselves in the โnew jakartaโ that had become such a buzz on earth. from then on, the bloodline never returned to their home planet, deciding their roots would be webbed into the ginger and crimson sands of mars. the life they built always teetered on the edge of wealth, but could never quite break the walls down that would land them in the affluent homes of sora.
maybe this history is why eventually they were granted the abilities they had. no one could be truly sure, but kim bo-young didnโt have it though her husband and child seemed to be of a different realm, well past what sheโd experienced as a new settler. they dawned dark auburn locks and dusted cheeks of tangerine freckles and she found them unique and warm. but for their sake, she took it all on, working instead while still being a mother to her child, leaving her at a constant state of stress needing to take care of her vulnerable lot. eunseo was sure thatโs where sheโd gotten that from, something she finds vindicating but also worrying about herself. in this time with their shared likeness, eunseo and her father grew close, and he raised her to be a tough girl who was capable of anything, even if the boys in her life told her she wasnโt.
it was the rebel in her, the one that her running around the akumu slums with not a care in the world as if there wasnโt a distinct barrier between their worlds. she never saw it, the kids she ran around with and the people she got to know were hard working people just trying to make it, and while her mom toyed with hextools so they could have a comfortable life, not everyone could do that. she hated to see the difference, knowing how close to the prosperity of the top percentile she was while people suffered.
but sometimes she wished she worried more about herself as she got older, much too naive to think that her little bubble could be popped so incredulously. it had been a series of unfortunate events that led to her becoming valkyrie tueur, ones filled with torture she could have never imagined, and could never wish on anyone. it brought her physical pain to think about how they took her, how she found out they had been watching her, moments where she shouldnโt have been using the abilities she was โblessedโ, her mother would say, with and maybe they wouldnโt have taken her.
and maybe if they hadnโt taken her, she wouldnโt think her own demise was the only way out, she wouldnโt have had to be forced through all that testing or have gotten the monicure subject no: 5941. some sick, evil and vile games all to โunderstandโ. the cut across her throat was as significant and as superficial as she could manage with a box cutter, and after all a dead subject isnโt as good as a live one. her connection to the grey lilies being the divineโs way of saving her life, but returning to her family would put them all in danger, and being found out as the โone that got awayโ would leave her own life hanging in some sort of balance to hide whateverโฆthat was. it took everything she had to become valkyrie tueur, a sacrifice greater than she could ever imagine and the constant frying of her hair these days is a testament to that.
eunseo returned to the slums that brought her freedom when she was younger, becoming valkyrie tueur and getting to know the intricacy of the streets. she didnโt like needing favors to get settled, and sheโs got a lot of debts to pay that sheโs done a couple of not too nice favors for but she wouldnโt be a leader of her organization if she wasnโt credible
sheโs better at hiding now, in fact, that became her entire . being in the shadows and getting things done in any way possible. she supposed thatโs how she ended up in the position she was in these days, overseeing something bigger than her while keeping her identity in the shadows with her tactics. kyrieโs gained the reputation of being a little bit of a hard ass and a bit melancholy. she doesnโt talk much if not at all, and those who have heard her speak are people that keep pieces of her heart. the burning in her throat as she tries to speak words makes her skin crawl, ghosting her memories back to a time that she desperately tries to erase from her mind.
INSPIRATIONS -
you can find her pinterest here
Quote: "I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears"
Label or Archetype: the silenced warrior
Tropes : (List one-three trope related to your muse.)
Media Parallels: sarah bailey (the craft, 1996), jane lane (daria), shaolin fon (bleach), mikasa ackerman (attack on titant), nico robin (one piece)
Peeves: tardiness, the sound of chalk on a chalk board, the ruffling of boxes, constant beeping, the sound of windchimes, loud chewing
Fears: death
Skills: cooking, singing, combat, tech trouble shooting, technology making, engineering, up close combat, deceit, writing, planning
Goals: to figure out who sold her out before as she firmly believes that's what happened to her when she was kidnapped. in her mind it had to be the golden tears.
APPEARANCE -
Faceclaim: kim minjeong (winter of aespa)
Height: 165cm
Eye Colour: auburn brown, covered with dark brown contacts
Hair Colour: blonde currently, naturally auburn red
Clothing Style: kyrie's style has a mesh of mad max mixed with a cyber aspect. she likes chunky pieces and layers with a lot of straps and things like that. her outfits are usually the border of feminine and masculine as that is what she is. she likes chunky shoes and distressed pieces, giving her a post apocalyptic look. a visual representation as well as outfit ideas can be found here: atiren
Jewellery: she wears layers of jewelry usually, it depends on the outfit, she does have a pendant that she never takes off, given to her by her mother
Tattoos: kyrie is covered in little tattoos, some she's even done herself out of boredom
Marks/Scars: she has a long scar from either end of neck from her attempt, other scars include old restraint scars on her ankles and wrists, and a few scars from busted lips and knots gotten from fighting or her time in captivity.
Modifications: n/a
Scent/Fragrance: there's always a signature fragrance on a man. something musky, or with a hint of the woods, or some sort of aged bourbon. and then there's a signature scent to a woman, even if there is a hint of musk and bourbon there's going to be a floral, a wine or some sort of aromatic fruit. i suppose kyrie smells like both depending on what you see. that doesn't make sense i'm sure, but think of it as, if you see her as a feminine person, you'll seem to smell those feminine notes, with a hint of masculine musk. if you've engaged yourself with the part of her that deems her your tomboy, that masculine scent seems to have just a slight hint of femininity to it, as if there's something that sets those signature smells apart from what you think they should be.
We spoke. What was it we said? That I needed to know what was inside the lighthouse. That moment's passed. It's inside me now. It's not like us. It's unlike us. I don't know what it wants, or if it wants. But it will grow until it encompasses everything.
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