Lonely Dreamer App- Valerie Sterling

Finally! ; v ; I finished this.. Still have a couple things to draw. //otl// Anyway, please excuse my art, especially that arm right there. Hopefully this is okay. 

For this awesome-looking group:  

★ Name: Valerie Sterling   
★ Nickname/Alias: Dorkosaurus Rex, Val 

★ Dreamer Type: Deceased Dreamer 

★ Gender: Female 
★ Age: 20 
★ Birthday: December 3rd- Sagittarius ♐️ 

★ Personality: 

   Truth be told, she's a rather odd person. Most of the time her 'strangeness' is okay, while other times, it isn't. Like interacting with people, for example. She tends to scare them away with her cheery attitude towards nearly everything. Valerie is just one with a gob of enthusiasum contained inside, lively but more withdrawn around people she just met. So don't assume that she dislikes you. c: Just a part of her weird, cautious nature. Optimistic to the point where she can also be seen as naive, she prefers to see the good side of things, and is quite stubborn with said view. And despite her cheer, actually she's quite the soft-spoken gal. Doesn't really sugar coat the truth or her opinion though. Her words can come out harsh, and overall curt– possibly hurt someone even. But truly, she has a big heart and does not mean to offend anyone. She would go out of the way to help people, being the charitable person she is. Honestly if there was no way she could help in a situation she might stop functioning. While giving off the signals that she's an airhead, Valerie is actually pretty intelligent all in all. Even if it's sort of hidden by her small facade. Prefers to hide her other emotions besides happiness. Also more than likely will not wear anything frilly, she's a tomboy. Despite that she is way over her head sometimes, and slightly over-confident, she's a common sense based girl. 

★ History: 

   Born into a homebody family, she stuck out like a sore thumb immediately after she learned to crawl. She had always wanted to go somewhere that wasn't where she was placed, whether it be outside, or simply in another room. It was obvious that Valerie was a very curious and defying child. So she was forced to become independent because her parents didn't simply care. It wasn't rare that she even ran away.  But she didn't get too far without being driven home in a police car. About some years, her little brother was born, and almost immediately after her parents split up. Her mom just vanished, while the two were stuck with their father. Really, he wasn't the nicest man, often not even paying attention unless he was angry. So she practically raised her sibling herself. With a bit of bad influence occasionally. However, even if she had her small family, she started to be terribly lonely. No friends or an opportunity to make some ever came her way. 

   As he grew and she eventually got out of dreaded highschool, at one time she was called in to substitute for the teacher of her bother's class. They didn't even mind that she was somewhat young. Quite excited that she finally would be able to do something with her life, Valerie dressed up and went on her way. Teaching a class wasn't actually that hard! There was already plans out, and she easily made do. At around twelve, the school was put into a lockdown after an announcement said someone unknown was in the building. She put the children in the far corner where they wouldn't be seen, and covered up the windows. Easy peasy, this was usual..right? Until someone started to bang on the door loudly. It was almost like they were trying to break it down. Seeing that a student had gotten up and wandered away, she quickly scooped him up and put him back where the rest were. The door not being able to take any more, it gave away. Something loud shot across the room and she felt a searing pain in her lower back. Before she could react, everything went black and all she could hear was screaming. 

(I'll probably rewrite soon since it was sorta short and cruddy. Q v Q) 

★ Height: 5'8" 

+ Writing 

+ Beautiful views 

+ Sticky notes 

+ Decent books to read

+ Really tall trees she can sit in 

+ Making terrible puns/corny jokes 

+ Playing the saxophone 

+ Cinnamon rolls 

+ Most kids   

+ Late nighttime 

+ The constellations in the sky 

+ Horror stories that are actually scary 

+ Awesome dyed hair 

+ Blowing bubbles 

+ Cheering people up

+ Foreign holidays 

+ Airplanes 

★ Dislikes: 

- Boredom 

- Her appearance 

- Large crowds 

- Staying still for a good time 

- When she's can't go outside (bad weather)

- Most whole wheat things, lmao 

- The misunderstandings 

- Getting out of bed 

- Falling apart 

- Crying 

★ Tokens: 0

★ Relationships ★

★ Status: Single 
★ Orientation: Bisexual 
★ Interests: 

   She's okay with almost anyone, but honestly, she would love a person that didn't mind her weird sense of humor and adventurous attitude. Probably would fit best with a person who had some traits to contrast her own. 

★ Relationship Ranks:

 Relative / Relative-like
 Neutral
 Likes
 Acquaintance
 Friend
 Good friend
 Best friend
 Crush
 Lust
 Love
 Discomfort
 Despise

Name of the character // (bullets) // ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ // "Thoughts on the other character..." 

★ Current Heart Points: 

Just gonna leave these here since I'm probably going to forget which ones to use: ♡ ❤ 💔 

★ RP Methods: 

I don't care whether lit or script, though I do prefer lit. ;v; I can RP through Notes, Comments, and occasionally Skype. Since I can't really access dA chatrooms. *otl* 

★ RP Sample:  

      Unsure whether to move, she stared at the strange world that unfolded. 'What is this place? It looks like someone with a billion types of pastel designed this place.' She thought, before realizing that she just might be dead. Remorse flooded her system for a moment. Was this really it? This place didn't really look like a hell. Maybe a heaven. And what about her bother, and those other kids? Were they gone too? Holding her arms, she took some steps forward, gazing at what was up ahead. 'They're going to be alright. Right? Yes.' 

★ Timezone: Central Time Zone, U.S.A.   

★ Extra: 

• Has a tattoo on her lower back. She got it about a year ago, before anything happened. Though it was without anyone really knowing. 

• Binded her chest with bandages, mainly to just to size it down somewhat and personal reasons. 

• Can play the saxophone due to how much time that she has spent alone, school band, and actually has a saxophone herself. Occasionally she actually has it with her. Though she's a bit shy about playing it in front of someone, she'll usually do it anyways, with company or by herself.  

• Owns a tortoise named Miles. Pretty much loves the thing to death, and is probably one of the only things she won't share. Mainly because she doesn't trust most to hold him, aha- 

• Secretly loves conspiracies. Though she probably won't share this unless you do too or you happen to prod enough.. 

• Well.. When really agitated by something/someone, she gets more stubborn by the minute it continues. So yeah, she sticks like glue. e o e; 

• Makes up a crap ton of words, and will occasionally use them in her sentences out of habit. It makes her sound like a child sometimes. But she knows how to speak normally, and doesn't really care. Just a warning if she says something completely ridiculous. 

• Before she died, she used to buy fireworks, sneak out of the house with her brother, and light them up. Yup, responsible sister right there. //shot 

• Enjoys nicknaming people, if she gives you more than one she probably has taken a liking to you.