Art Done by Me
Reid Arthur Valentine
+ ALIAS + Doc, Valentine, Val, “RiverRed” Online
+ AGE + 36
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Edanith
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + The Frontier
+ OCCUPATION + Doctor (“I’m retired.”), Professional Gambler, Gunslinger
+ COUNTENANCE + Dark Brown Hair / Emerald Green eyes
+ STATURE + 6'1” / 185 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Pansexual
__________________IN-DEPTHPHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONVoice claim: Sam Elliot
Dark hair and green eyes, Valentine is a tall drink of water. He’s easy on the eyes, he’s handsome and knows it, with broad shoulders and a meaty lean build. His jaw is square, lips full and pouty. His restless eyes reside over a broad wide nose. He keeps himself clean and trimmed, his hair short and mustache and goatee kept in line. His voice is deep and resonant, manifesting in a soothing drawl.
PERSONA“Ain’t you a peach.”
A dapper and charming gentleman, Valentine never goes out of his way to be inviting or friendly. Most first impressions are lackluster, having resulted in guns being drawn on the man. He’s a wielder of a sharp tongue and he knows how to use it, he’s educated without putting on airs. The glib curmudgeon within comes naturally. Despite his wanton apathy, he’s quick to judge, and deliberate that judgement accordingly.
For all his sarcastic wit and humor, its no surprise the man has so few friends. But for those who have earned his trust, his loyalty is unwavering. He’s quick to leap into the fray to come to their aide. His devil-may-care outlook is an invitation for trouble, waxing poetic even in the face of death.
- Things! -Where the Whiskey Flows - Vice would be his middle name were it not already taken. He holds his liquor well for all the drinking he does. When one hand is occupied already with a set of cards, there’s guaranteed to be a cigarette or a tin drinking cup in the other.
Gambling Man - Who can turn down a good bet when the odds are in his favor? He’s an avid card player, sometimes going long stretches if he’s on a winning streak. It’s his primary source of income, and the source of many gripes for other wanderers on the Frontier.
Down and Dirty - He likes to keep himself put together when he can, but he gets down and dirty when he has to. Aesthetics are trivial in the long run, even if they’re nice once in a while. He favors hats, owning several but usually donning a gray hat with the brim pinned to one side.
MAGIC/ABILITIESDeadeye -
Valentine is one hell of a shot. He’s not wanton with his bullets, but he’s always ready to throw down when necessary. He wields dual pistols, kept in holsters at his side and has a knife in his belt.
RELATIONSHIPSAnyah Valentine - Wife -Deceased
Tamara Valentine - Daughter - Deceased
Robert Valentine - Son - Deceased
Siegfried Korbin - Alive - The man whose head he wants to turn into a canoe.
HISTORYReid Valentine was an ordinary man living an ordinary life. His family hailed from Tynova, moving out to the Frontier in an effort to get away from the big city, to soothe his mother’s failing health. He was a young man when the war with Aeodolis broke out. He was in the middle of his education when he served, as any good Edani would, finishing his service as a medic, along with his degree, not long after.
Life was typical, he had his practice in a small town east of Tynova, up and coming, while he lived on the outskirts. Life was idyllic, until there was a life he took, one that had more consequences dead than alive. That soul was the son of Siegfried Korbin, a ‘Captain of Industry’ and owner of several mining projects in that territory. The family was old, and the money even older. No stone turned without paying for the privilege to do so.
One life for another, Korbin told him. He owed him, after all. Korbin’s outreach extended beyond pretty labels and broadcasted adverts, if there was money to be made, rest assured Korbin had a hand in it. Valentine unwillingly agreed, his reputation in question, his future on the line.
It started small as it always did, trading useful information, drug shipments that conveniently didn’t make it to its destination. Nothing physically involved him at first. But Korbin always wanted more. Facing the threat to his family, Valentine agreed to a final job.
He met up with a group of bandits that were working for Korbin to transport a package, a young child from one town to another through a military checkpoint. Valentine knew it was a trap. Nothing about this seemed right. They were walking right into an ambush and he was the target. With luck he managed to spare himself and freed the child, telling them to run anywhere.
He took a horse, rushing home, but he was too late. And there across the river, the ridge the glowed a dusty red. His home ignited the night, and bones cuddled together were buried piles of ash.
He tracked down the remnant of that bandit outfit, putting lead between their eyes. Every bullet he owns now has Siegfried Korbin’s name on it.
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