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An intelligent and insightful woman, who hides this beneath an aggressive "drunkard" type nature, and believes that since everyone dies, might as well enjoy it while you can, even if nothing matters. She however takes a great deal of pride in her origins and will angrily proclaim herself to be the proud creator goddess of an entire race. Before probably throwing up and passing out. If she had friends(which she doesn't in her eyes), she'd show a more...timid side. A depressed alien "deity" who's washed up, abandoned, and above all else, seeks a reason to keep going beyond just the spite she feels. Everyone has their "shadow of a true self."


She looks like she's in costume all the time, often in the form of a military like uniform, or an environmental/plug suit that she wears underneath the uniform. Her hair is pink, her eyes green with weird reddish markings on the outer edges of her eyes, and she's decently fit. She tends to wear a headband like thing atop her head, connected to her seemingly natural pair of "horns" that extend from her scalp. And there's a pair of scars that marr an otherwise beautiful chinese style dragon tattoo on her back.


While she was originally a powerful and gifted technopath who could influence entire solar systems, what caused her to end up in her current situation had her stripped of her immense powers, and instead a sub-power of "urban manipulation" was gifted in place of her prestigious status.

Room Manipulation/Furnishing Manipulation - A power that allows the user to change the interior of a room, either adding to its current contents if any, replacing, or removing. Serene was given the range of being able to furnish a bedroom or sleeping area with whatever suits a bedroom. So she's not able to furnish a bomb shelter, lab, or command center. At least not yet. The ultimate fuck you from her creations. Just enough to sleep. She can make a sleeping spot, a small food or drink storage unit with contents, and go from there. The usage of this power often forces her to binge eat after, as it takes a lot of calories out of her. That isn't to say the items can't be turned into weapons, just that their primary purpose has to be for living. She can sell off what she makes, if needed.

Alien Biology - Human she may look, but she is not. Internally, her bodily makeup is mostly human, with a few extra organs present, minus one that once let her breath...something. She also apparently used to have scales or really tough skin, but now she's basically just a girl with a strong metabolism...which makes getting drunk hard. There's also a pair of scars on her back, where presumably wings or an extra pair of limbs were attached. Her hair grows faster than the average human, along with her finger and toe nails, and her teeth are sharper than the average humans.


The Imperium. A vast, cosmic empire, that originated from the far side of the galaxy, their date of origination having been lost to galactic memory. Two races, not including the conquered or annexed races, ran the show. The Rockroids, a race of souled androids that were the most numerous, and the Draconians, an alien race of dragons that served as the upper ranks in some ways, and that from which the "goddess" came from. She was their creator, the one who had begun it all, all in search of creating a better tomorrow. But at some point, evil took hold. One faction desired nothing more than total control, and they found a way to. They invited their goddess to a ceremony they claimed was to give her still more power from the various conquered races, but in an instance, they turned on her. She was stripped of her powers, from a powerful alien dragon who could bend entire civilizations to their knees by turning their science against them, their creations into their own ends, to...

The local drunk. A woman who is basically a hobo, working odd jobs just to get past on what humans called "money." Mainly photoshoots, apparently getting mistaken for a cosplayer worked in her favor. She used the money to buy whatever she needed, and basically hoofed it from one place to the next as able, trying to avoid the law. She's gotten arrested a few times...but that's about it. A former deity, turned into a normal person, less than normal.



Spite. Plain and simple. A middle finger to the universe, and mainly to her creations who stabbed her in the back. She views this offer, strange as it is, a chance to regain her former status as a goddess, and to undo her betrayers plans to give themselves total freedom to do whatever they wanted. That and, though she'll deny it...a chance to just be around people.


Not a lot, beyond whatever she can furnish a hideout with. Her actual "Base of operations," located inside of an abandoned factory, contains most of what she doesn't carry on her. She usually carries a taser, pepper spray, or a bat. Or whatever she can find. Scrap metal and various bits and pieces litter her actual base, as she's apparently trying to find a way to "fix" herself. Or she's just a hoarder. Who knows. She also carries a photograph in her often otherwise empty wallet, but of who, is unknown.




If not for how her creations partly messed with her head, Serene would be at or above the genius level, but for now, she's just about above the average slightly. Perhaps if someone found a way to fix the implants in her head..But no one knows of em. She knows how to work metal, and can build decently. She can make good drinks and can make her own drugs, and surprisingly...she has super neat handwriting and is a good writer. If only she didn't have issues elsewhere.




Her "anti-social" like nature makes her hard to get along with, considering she might just bite your head off. She suffers from migraines, and chronic health problems, such as well...throwing up a lot even when not drinking. Or something else that's why she prefers to be alone and out of the way. And of course, her drinking and drugs are an issue, since they often leave her useless. And she has some pretty bad phobias. She's afraid of the dark, she's afraid of loud noises, she's afraid of clowns, she's absolutely scared shitless of bees and hornets, and other factors. She also has sound sensitivity, another reason why loud noises she can't predict scare her. Also tight spaces scare her. She can't drive either, as she gets car sick easily. Seems her creations really fucked her up.


Akin to the second Predator Movie, there's an Imperium craft somewhere beneath the city they stranded their goddess in, and they sometimes sneak into her lair just to destroy whatever device she's making, or in general be dicks to try and keep her from becoming a problem for them. Its like a childish feud...

Oh and she likes to scream profanities at people. So don't be surprised to hear "FUCK YOU FUCKFACE" if you piss her off. Or she's piss drunk. And the cops tend to treat her like she doesn't exist, since they've accepted she's mostly harmless. They take care of any trouble she causes like bar fights or petty theft, and only arrest her if she like, causes serious property damage or injury to a person. And even then, she usually picks the lock, and escapes.

"What? Oh, c'mon, those piss-drinkin' motherfucking pieces of goat shit deserved what they got!

Valeria is an inadvertent misfit with a heart of gold, a would-be lively and carefree young woman if it weren't for her extremelly short fuse, foul language, and tendency toward violence. Anyone who manages to see past her high reactivity, wrestles their way through her tough shell to the surprisingly noble, strong core, and doesn't mind the persisting attitude problems could earn a life-long loyal friend who would literally die or kill for those dearest to her. Nicole's sole weakness seems to be animals and children, to whom she tends to be surprisingly kind, bordering on sweet, though also strict if necessary. Whether adult, child, or whoever else, however, she is absolutely intolerant of neglect, abuse, bullying, criminal activity, and injustice in general. She deals with such offending behavior promptly, often going overboard, crossing the line so much so that her vigilantism is seen by most as no different to the actions of the criminals, hooligans, and wrongdoers she pursues. Val's generally willing to offer a helping hand to those who ask or seem to need it. She has learned to recognize when a person is acting on intentional ill-will, and will usually react only to those truly malicious. On the other hand, she easily accepts humor of most kind, can overlook faux-pas, and tends to forgive-and-forget, especially with reasonable justification or after a sufficient punishment.

Val is 5'9 tall, with light brown skin tanned a shade darker almost year-round. She's slim, fit, long-legged, and with some obvious muscle-definition, but not as well-endowed in the curves department. Nicole has long dark-brown hair with an undercut, and some of it braided, though she's also recently dyed it a lighter brown to match her wheat-coloured eyes, which sometimes seem to flash an ominous amber. The clothing she wears is usually sporty, grunge or urban-styled. She has some very light freckles scattered across her cheeks and shoulders. Val has collected several still-visible but slowly fading scars on her body, including knife wounds and skin abrasions. Moreover, she often sports a fresh bruise or two somewhere. She's had her nose broken at least once, and happens to suffer from mild elbow and wrist tendonitis. As for decoration, she occasionally wears a transparent lip-gloss, very light makeup, a necklace or a pretty silk scarf.

Valeria has a relatively weak and nigh-uncontrollable version of what might be termed lycanthrophy or what some may simply call a "cursed" version of lunar empowerment. While on a new moon, Nicole has a slight talent for athleticism, her physical capabilities and temperamental nature rise slowly but gradually alongside the waxing moon. Her powers reach their peak on the full moon (specifically, at the few seconds worth of actual full moon time), granting her almost twice her usual strength, speed, and durability. During the four days of observable "full" moon, she is as capable as historically record-breaking (non-superpowered) athletes, her canines are lengthened, her nails insistently grow longer, tougher, and pointedly sharp, her senses are heightened slightly above their usual human range, and even her health and healing get a small boost. Naturally, her control slips as the moon rises, and her violent urges increase just as dramatically as her power does. As an additional note, she is always irritated by silver enough to want nothing to do with it, but the material in and of itself wouldn't kill her.

Born to María José Estrada Alvarez-Knight, a native carioca, and Julian Nelson Knight, an European immigrant and well-off individual, Valeria Nicole was the first and last daughter in a family where she's had two older brothers (Antonio Luciano and Elías Matthew) and a younger brother (Isaac Juan), though she's the only one with such an odd, skewed in balance, and inconvenient super-power in her family. Though she may have been the odd one out, she was loved nonetheless, and to this day possesses close familial bonds. Growing up with three brothers only encouraged her rambunctious side, though as they grew up, her siblings begun helping her control her wildest side as best they could, an endeavor her parents always supported. Valeria begun martial arts training not only because her love of getting into fights with other boys, but because her parents hoped the discipline of jiu jitsu would encourage her to learn restraint. The sport certainly focused her and ignited Valeria's ambition, who worked to improve, and improve she did. She got her belts, learned her techniques, breezed through several tournaments, and was becoming known nation wide, with a recognizable win or two abroad as well. But then she fell out of grace and was either actually banned or just very much unwelcome at most tournaments after being charged with aggravated assault. She'd knocked down and beaten the wrong person and though she wasn't proven guilty or imprisoned, the affair was wide spread enough to prove more or less lethal to her career as a pro athlete. That hasn't deterred Val from trying, but she does recognize she may have gone overboard just a little bit. She's even taken up yoga and meditation on her youngest brother's suggestion as a means to tamper her recklessness and possibly at least provide her with the good judgement to think before punching.

A personal sense of justice. Valeria Nicole is a woman who always did what she thought was right, and her handling of whatever happened to rankle her was never delicate. She never hesitated to get down and physical ("Getcha mind outta the gutter, dude.") with any perceived offenders, whether school bullies, alleyway thugs, or those condescending egoistic and supremely dick-ish higher-ups that were a dime a dozen. Whether it was by calmly trying to convince, shouting loudly and arguing, threatening, or actual honest-to-goodness thrashing their asses, Val never had a problem expressing her opinion. She's the type to never get down (except on the rare occasion someone manages to get her drunk), and she's always willing to stand up for herself and others. She doesn't compromise, not for an inch, not unless she can be convinced, persuaded or tricked into believing that "something" was the better choice than whatever she had in mind. Val is strives to improve both herself and the world, and isn't of a mind to ever give up.

On her person, Valeria will always have at least one pack of cigarettes (Dirby or Chesterfield branded), a battered old leather wallet, and a phone with its touch-screen cracked. Val lives in a flat, with a living/bed room dominated by an extendable couch, laptop, shelves filled various framed commendations, medals, some books, and several trinkets. Her family pictures are cherished enough to have been nailed into a wall by her own hands, and they're one of the rare even and dust-free items around. She owns a small kitchenette, and often cooks for herself, so her fridge is fairly well-stocked. There is one window in the flat that she'll open to smoke from, either curled up on its ledge or on the bean bag placed in front of it.


Valeria has always had a fondness for physical activities, and her aggression meant no shortage of fighting, even as a girl. Her parents signed her up for whatever various activities she desired, including brazillian jiu jitsu (of course), kick boxing, surfing, and tennis. She was always excellent at gym, and her desire to win was what drove her to get along with others in a pursuit of a common goal, so as long as there is one, she can co-operate with others even if she doesn't get along with them. Nicole is also the least exasperated by pets, followed by children, and when searching for work or volunteering, she often had contact with both.


Valeria has gotten into smoking for social reasons, but continued doing it because it calms her down. Due to many unfortunate occasions, she's learned that alcohol either triples her violent outbursts, or makes her utterly melancholic and apathetic, so Val actually avoids drinking it. The worst of Val's personality traits mean that anyone with half a mind to get under her skin can easily do so, she swears disregarding of social niceties, and her violent tendencies often leave behind a trail of destruction in her wake.

She drives a 2016 Kawasaki Vulcan.