#valtakeover

Valkaryie was born as a result lies and secrets and violence all done in the name of a better life for their family. Her grandmother Adina, was critically ill and her mother did the only thing she could think to do, bargain with the devil. President Snow quickly dragged Trixanna into the Victor’s Ring, a prostitution ring ran by the president himself to appease the very Sponsors who fed their money into the Games. One particular Sponsor took a fond interest in her mother, paying higher and higher amounts of money, money used to keep Trixanna’s adoptive mother alive, to spend a night or a weekend with the Victor. That was until treatment failed and Adina died, Trixanna pulled out as soon as she could, tired of forced sex and constant bruises she returned home with. But she quickly found out she couldn’t completely leave him behind her, she couldn’t shove memories of the violent man from her mind so easily because she was pregnant with his child, her contraceptive apparently having failed. 

Val’s first several months were spent with a mother constantly drunk and another woman she could come to see as a second mother who tried to help. KyAnne did what she could to help Trixanna. They’d been friends and on again, off again lovers since Trixanna had come out of the arena. But they didn’t see eye to eye as a rebellion began to rise and KyAnne moving to Two after Twelve was bombed only served to force the two further apart until one day KyAnne just disappeared. Trixanna’s depression didn’t get better. Acting like a teenager at forty years old, didn’t stop. She hired a nanny and saw little of her daughter for another year, finally sobering up and acting like the adult she was sometime after the One hundred and fourteenth Hunger Games. 

Shortly after the One Hundred Eighteenth Hunger Games Victory Ball, Valkaryie met her Momma Ky again for the first time that she’d remember. She instantly took to the older woman, which was good because they’d only met again in the wake of Trixanna almost dying. Trixie and KyAnne slowly began to grow closer again, forgiving horrible words and accusations thrown at each other during the rising rebellion. And then KyAnne took custody of Val for a while, keeping her out of the trouble Trixanna found herself in in the aftermath of killing Tiberius. Valkaryie wouldn’t know any of this for years to come, not knowing why she was living with KyAnne, at the same time not caring because she was in a new place, even if Twelve was far from as nice as Two. She was a child and marveled at the novelty of seeing a place she’d never seen before. 

Val’s life revolved around the Games. She grew close to tributes and got used to not coming home with them. She didn’t really understand for a while, not until they’d managed to bring Kelvin home and then six months later not brought Nolie home. Nolie would be the first tribute Valkaryie would ask about, wondering why they’d been able to come home with Kelvin six months prior, but not Nolie. She liked Magnolia, enjoying the high spirited nature of the young tribute. Subtly things began to change. Trixie tried to keep Val from knowing the young adults they traveled to the Capitol with. She constantly took Val out and about while in the Capitol or had her nanny or KyAnne distract her. Valkaryie wouldn’t understand for another several years and Trixanna was happy to keep it that way. 

This secretiveness and protectiveness would prove to cause a rebellious streak in Valkayrie. And that streak only worsened when at seven years old, her mothers (who had recently been married) welcomed another child into the picture. Suddenly she wasn’t the center of her mothers’ lives. Suddenly (and it did seem that way since she’d not seen either of her mothers pregnant) there was a baby crying all hours of the night. Suddenly her mothers were tired and instead of taking her outside to play, they simply told her she could go play in the backyard by herself. She resented that little baby for years. She’d take off in the middle of the day on off school days, showing up at Kelvin’s house most often, but he quickly caught on and would either send her home or call one of her mother’s. She blamed the baby for this too (even though it was more for her safety and in respect of Trixanna’s wishes), it seemed no one was immune to the cuteness of the little blonde haired blue eyed sister she had.

She started at the Academy, of her own accord and in secret of either of her mothers, at ten, having forged both their signatures. She claimed to be attending theatre club after school, her mother’s never questioned it with a three year old running around the house. When that didn’t garner the reaction she wanted, having known Trixanna never wanted her in the Games and KyAnne was against the very institution regardless, she went and at the age of nearly fifteen got her first tattoo, a set of flaming dice above her left breast, with a fake ID while in the Capitol for the One Hunger Thirty-Ninth Hunger Games. Her mothers had lost their shit. She was no longer allowed out of their sight unless she was at school, and one of them was always there to pick her up as soon as school ended, it drove her nuts. She suddenly had all the attention she wanted, but she no longer wanted it, and she still felt like she’d been put on the back burner for her younger, cuter sister. So for the Hundred Fortieth Hunger Games, it was Valkaryie’s hand that shot into the air and her voice that volunteered. She couldn’t wipe the smirk off her face as she saw her mother’s dumbfounded expression as she approached the stage. She’d win and she’d get her own house and make her own rules, and finally be free of that annoying little baby (who wasn’t quite the baby anymore at eight years old).

And Valkaryie did win and she did move out and she continued to act out. Two more tattoos followed in the first several months after her victory, using her name and money instead of a fake ID to gain her way. Drugs and alcohol flowed through her system to cope. Being a victor wasn’t as easy and fun as she had thought and wanted it to be. She suffered from post traumatic; waking in the middle of the nights to sheets soaked in sweat, showering only to find herself suddenly covered in blood instead of water. She fell deeper and deeper into the dependency of the drugs that numbed and made her forget. She ODed at a party thrown by a sponsor during the 146th Hunger Games. Her mothers didn’t give her a choice but to move back home with them when she was released from hospital. 

Her near death was possibly the lowest she’s been, but it was the start of a new life for her. She turned over the leaf figuratively. She slowly patched things up with her mothers and formed a more amiable bond with sister though the jealousy still lurked. She kept busy, training at the Academy when she wasn’t in the Capitol for various Hunger Games events. She eventually stepped up to watch over her younger sister when Serenity took on the role of District Twelve trainer trainee and then officially the District Twelve trainer a couple years later. Her mothers were unhappy about Serenity’s decision, but Val looked at it as a way to at least keep her out of the Games… as long as she wasn’t reaped. 

Personality:  

+Out-going, adventurous, easy-going

-Impulsive, wears heart on sleeve,  attention-seeking

Though Val isn’t as much of a partier as she was before she overdosed, she still likes to have fun. She enjoys social gatherings and being around people. She likes to keep busy, always needing something to do. She often acts without thinking, just going with the flow of whatever is going on around her.