General Info.
Name. Vaemond Valaryon
Nickname. None
Race: Valyrian
Home description. Depends in this verse
Siblings. Corlys Valaryon
Occupations. Mechanic, Drag Racer
Hobbies. Cars definitely. Guns another big
one.
Music taste. Mixture or Rap and Metal
Favorite foods. CHEESE… Pizza, Chips,
Nachos…. Literally eating plain cheese while cooking type of person.
Favorite weather. Cool and clear
Appearance.
Height. 5.9
Weight.185
Hair color. White
Hair style. Dreads
Eye Color. Dark brown
Scars. Several scattered chest down
Tattoos. None
Piercings. None
Usual dress style. Comfortable? He's not
one to really care so long as it's not to tight.
Favorite clothing. Sweat and a t-shirt duh
Personality.
Temperament. Moody, LOUD, Reserved and a
bit of a glass half empty sort. Bit of a shit starter around his own family or
when he's drunk. Short tempered, sensitive, definitely can't take what he
dishes out in most cases. The entire world know when he's mad or even slightly
upset. Though as sensitive as he is about shit he's usually fairly easy to talk
to and understanding of others.
Habits. Jumping to conclusions almost
immediately at times even over simple shit
Quirks. His need to over exaggerate… like
everything
Fears. Spiders, and almost any bug that
bites.
Skills. Decent war tactician when he
actually thinks. Far better however at things involving stealth missions. Also
pretty smart when it comes to working with his hands having done a good bit of
blacksmithing work before which transferred to this AU in the form of learning
mechanics and working with different weapons.
NSFW section.
Gender. Male
Sexuality. Bisexual
Relationships of past or present. none
notable
View on love? Doesn't exist. Child's
fantasy. The real world is far more grim.
View on sex? Make babies, get pleasure
everyone does it right?
Physical type? Has a thing more masculine
women and the same goes for dudes. But he also won't turn down anyone for a one-night
stand so long as you don't look like a troll.
Type of personality or other things
attracted to? Quieter, more serious types. Probably because it's everything
he's not and getting them riled or making them laugh is amusing for him. Until
it's not… 🤣
First time information. His aunt and uncle
while drunk off his ass one night.
Role in the bedrooms. Sub leaning Switch.
Vanilla, Rough or kinky? Rough and wild.
View on cheating and have they ever? Yeah
sometimes it's needed given the fact he's used to dealing with his ex-wife. But
not on someone he's actually into.
How do they spend Valentine’s day? Drunk as
a mother fucking skunk
Would they ever sleep with someone or be
with someone for money or possessions? Definitely considering where he's from.
That nearly normal to him. Take some, give some right?
If my muse saw a shrink.
Most notable trauma. Nearly being beaten to
death as a kid while traveling with his mother.
Physical diagnosis. None
Mental diagnosis. Probably some sort of
depression and PTSD
Drug addictions. None
Rap sheet. Drunk driving. Assault
Unconvicted crimes. Assault
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Serena: YAY, we're the same height! And I made fondue!
"Are you attempting to butter me up? Believe me after last night there's no need" Vaemond replied with a bit of a flirtatious tone. "But bring the food over here I'm hungry!"
"No, silly! This is a thank-you for last night. Also, I really like cooking. You'll learn that!" Serena chirped as she wheeled the fondue and various foods for dipping over to him. "Okay, so this side is the cheese fondue, with meat bits and veggies and pota-- well, potatoes are a vegetable too, aren't they? And then this side is chocolate, and there's strawberries and bananas and-- well, you can see." She looked very pleased with herself as she sat next to him and artfully arranged some little bamboo skewers.
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