Post by Tundra Valo on Dec 13, 2009 23:56:47 GMT -5
Name:
Tundra Andrea Valo
Age:
Twenty-seven
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Side:
Military
Official Name:
The Ice Alchemist
Rank:
Lieutenant
Headquarters:
East
Alchemy:
Tundra’s abilities include the ability to control ice. She has a pair of gloves, much as Mustang does, but they work in a different manner. Her gloves are made of a special material that gathers water from the humidity in the air and her body utilizes it to produce ice. Her gloves have a symbol against the heel of her hand, which is the ancient alchemic symbol for ice (seen here) which enables her to shoot ice from her palm.
However, without her gloves or in a very dry climate, Tundra is completely useless. She has the ability to store energy in her gloves and body for later use, but if she doesn’t and is caught off guard, she is, for lack of better words, boned.
Abilities:
Tundra is a skilled marksman. She has been around guns since she was a child and known how to handle one. She is also trained in hand-to-hand combat, so she can hold her own if need be.
Weapons:
Two twin pistols, one on each him. She also keeps a dagger in her boot and her gloves in her back pocket.
Other:
None.
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Relationship Status:
Single, not really looking.
Family:
Amilia Valo - mother - deceased
Alexander Valo - father - deceased
Animal Companion:
None for now.
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Physical Descriptions:
A quick glance is never enough for one of Tundra’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Tundra has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. I mean really, if you’re walking by somebody on the street that’s going to be the first thing that you immediately see, your mind processes it so quickly that you likely don’t even notice. Now obviously people are going to see that she’s female, if they don’t then they must be blind and deaf because it’s simply just painstakingly clear. Although Tundra is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally creamy skin tone. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.
The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of brown they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. Tundra is never one to wear a great deal of make-up, but she will often line her eyes, knowing that they are indeed her best feature. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, almost a red color lined with a deep chocolate color that blends together to become a whiskey amber color. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed by this point in her life.
The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Tundra’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent cover-up and Tundra has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.
She also hates her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Tundra’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to underplay it by wearing her hair down to cover the harsh line.
The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. It is naturally raven black, and straight. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is the odd ponytail or a messy bun. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.
Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a model’s body. Tundra is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot two inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot seven, so Tundra is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand dating somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy.
Tundra loves her body, and dresses in a way that shows it. With her profession, she is expected to look professional all the time. She often spends large amounts of money on having her uniforms tailored to fit her just right. However, when she is at home or not at work, she is often known to be in jeans and t-shirts, comfortable and casual.
Personality:
Tundra acts tough, she doesn’t want anyone to know what makes her weak, and with good reason. She used to be a kind, fun loving type of girl who used to trust and love anyone she came in contact with. However, the pain her heart has endured in the past has caused a change from that bright, almost overly-trusting person to a very hard-hearted, poker-faced individual.
If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Tundra. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to ear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.
However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Tundra sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.
Tundra has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.
She’s a flirt to say the least. She knows she’s pretty, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it. She often uses it to get away with a lot of things. However, because of it she can become extremely arrogant and self-centered, often reassuring herself that she is prettier than others as a boost to her own morale.
However, because of the trauma in her past, she has become a control freak. She felt so lost and not in control after her father’s death and after the incident with the judge she was prosecuting that she values every scrap of control she can get. If any of it is taken away from she goes into, for lack of better words, melt down mode. She can hardly function with the fear of messing up and having the control she has left also taken away from her.
She can be ridiculous about it, to a point where she will blatantly refuse to work with someone if it means working under them. Even in the romantic relationships she has, she has always had control in it, which might be why they don’t last long. To get her to let go of that issue on her own free will shows you that she trusts you more than anyone else. Only then will people see the nicer, old Tundra.
Background:
Tundra’s life in the beginning seemed perfect. Both of her parents were skilled assassins for the military, Caroline a blonde beauty and her father a raven haired gentleman. As they were very wealthy, they lived in a lavish estate with sprawling acres and multi-colored gardens. But nothing’s perfect right, or at least if it is, it doesn’t stay that way long.
The Valo’s were part of a group of highly skilled military officials, though Mr. Valo usually stayed behind a desk. On one particular mission, Caroline never returned. They were registered as killed in action and hauled off to Lab 5 for experimentation. As they attempted to blend Caroline with a cougar, something went wrong and she did not survive.
Mr. Valo wasn’t one to enjoy the prospects of war, so he usually stayed behind a desk. But the one time he was called out on a mission, he did not return. He was assigned to assassinate a family that was a potential threat to the current Fuhrer and to leave none alive. But when he found out that the family had to children no older than three year old Tundra, he couldn’t find it in him to do it. He was also ‘killed in action.’
This sent toddler Tundra to live with her arrogant uncle and cousin. Tundra was as unhappy as she had ever been for three years, never having in contact with a parent-ish figure. But one evening, in an inebriated rage, the elder Valentine carved a transmutation circle between Tundra’s shoulder blades, leaving a permanent scar. Soon after she was shipped off to an orphanage and adopted.
The man who adopted Tundra turned her into his personal slave, taking his anger out on her. In between beatings and hard labor, Tundra finally snapped and pulled a gun on her foster father, killing him and running away. She took care of herself for ten years until she was old enough to join the Military Academy to join as an alchemist. She went through the Ishbalan war with the rest of the Military, and received her ranking as a State Alchemist when she returned, as the Ice Alchemist.
She advanced to the position of Lieutenant where she has been since.
Tundra Andrea Valo
Age:
Twenty-seven
Gender:
Female
Race:
Human
Side:
Military
Official Name:
The Ice Alchemist
Rank:
Lieutenant
Headquarters:
East
Alchemy:
Tundra’s abilities include the ability to control ice. She has a pair of gloves, much as Mustang does, but they work in a different manner. Her gloves are made of a special material that gathers water from the humidity in the air and her body utilizes it to produce ice. Her gloves have a symbol against the heel of her hand, which is the ancient alchemic symbol for ice (seen here) which enables her to shoot ice from her palm.
However, without her gloves or in a very dry climate, Tundra is completely useless. She has the ability to store energy in her gloves and body for later use, but if she doesn’t and is caught off guard, she is, for lack of better words, boned.
Abilities:
Tundra is a skilled marksman. She has been around guns since she was a child and known how to handle one. She is also trained in hand-to-hand combat, so she can hold her own if need be.
Weapons:
Two twin pistols, one on each him. She also keeps a dagger in her boot and her gloves in her back pocket.
Other:
None.
********************
Relationship Status:
Single, not really looking.
Family:
Amilia Valo - mother - deceased
Alexander Valo - father - deceased
Animal Companion:
None for now.
*******************
Physical Descriptions:
A quick glance is never enough for one of Tundra’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Tundra has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. I mean really, if you’re walking by somebody on the street that’s going to be the first thing that you immediately see, your mind processes it so quickly that you likely don’t even notice. Now obviously people are going to see that she’s female, if they don’t then they must be blind and deaf because it’s simply just painstakingly clear. Although Tundra is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally creamy skin tone. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.
The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of brown they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. Tundra is never one to wear a great deal of make-up, but she will often line her eyes, knowing that they are indeed her best feature. If you look close enough they are not a simple brown, almost a red color lined with a deep chocolate color that blends together to become a whiskey amber color. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed by this point in her life.
The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Tundra’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent cover-up and Tundra has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.
She also hates her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Tundra’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to underplay it by wearing her hair down to cover the harsh line.
The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. It is naturally raven black, and straight. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is the odd ponytail or a messy bun. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.
Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a model’s body. Tundra is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot two inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot seven, so Tundra is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand dating somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy.
Tundra loves her body, and dresses in a way that shows it. With her profession, she is expected to look professional all the time. She often spends large amounts of money on having her uniforms tailored to fit her just right. However, when she is at home or not at work, she is often known to be in jeans and t-shirts, comfortable and casual.
Personality:
Tundra acts tough, she doesn’t want anyone to know what makes her weak, and with good reason. She used to be a kind, fun loving type of girl who used to trust and love anyone she came in contact with. However, the pain her heart has endured in the past has caused a change from that bright, almost overly-trusting person to a very hard-hearted, poker-faced individual.
If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Tundra. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to ear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.
However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Tundra sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.
Tundra has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.
She’s a flirt to say the least. She knows she’s pretty, and isn’t afraid to flaunt it. She often uses it to get away with a lot of things. However, because of it she can become extremely arrogant and self-centered, often reassuring herself that she is prettier than others as a boost to her own morale.
However, because of the trauma in her past, she has become a control freak. She felt so lost and not in control after her father’s death and after the incident with the judge she was prosecuting that she values every scrap of control she can get. If any of it is taken away from she goes into, for lack of better words, melt down mode. She can hardly function with the fear of messing up and having the control she has left also taken away from her.
She can be ridiculous about it, to a point where she will blatantly refuse to work with someone if it means working under them. Even in the romantic relationships she has, she has always had control in it, which might be why they don’t last long. To get her to let go of that issue on her own free will shows you that she trusts you more than anyone else. Only then will people see the nicer, old Tundra.
Background:
Tundra’s life in the beginning seemed perfect. Both of her parents were skilled assassins for the military, Caroline a blonde beauty and her father a raven haired gentleman. As they were very wealthy, they lived in a lavish estate with sprawling acres and multi-colored gardens. But nothing’s perfect right, or at least if it is, it doesn’t stay that way long.
The Valo’s were part of a group of highly skilled military officials, though Mr. Valo usually stayed behind a desk. On one particular mission, Caroline never returned. They were registered as killed in action and hauled off to Lab 5 for experimentation. As they attempted to blend Caroline with a cougar, something went wrong and she did not survive.
Mr. Valo wasn’t one to enjoy the prospects of war, so he usually stayed behind a desk. But the one time he was called out on a mission, he did not return. He was assigned to assassinate a family that was a potential threat to the current Fuhrer and to leave none alive. But when he found out that the family had to children no older than three year old Tundra, he couldn’t find it in him to do it. He was also ‘killed in action.’
This sent toddler Tundra to live with her arrogant uncle and cousin. Tundra was as unhappy as she had ever been for three years, never having in contact with a parent-ish figure. But one evening, in an inebriated rage, the elder Valentine carved a transmutation circle between Tundra’s shoulder blades, leaving a permanent scar. Soon after she was shipped off to an orphanage and adopted.
The man who adopted Tundra turned her into his personal slave, taking his anger out on her. In between beatings and hard labor, Tundra finally snapped and pulled a gun on her foster father, killing him and running away. She took care of herself for ten years until she was old enough to join the Military Academy to join as an alchemist. She went through the Ishbalan war with the rest of the Military, and received her ranking as a State Alchemist when she returned, as the Ice Alchemist.
She advanced to the position of Lieutenant where she has been since.
