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― 𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼!

( pinterest ) / tw: ptsd, death mention

hello ! my name is thalia and i bring to you all my second muse woop woop ! below the cut you will find some information on valeria ! if you’re interested in plotting with her please feel free to hit the like and i’ll come invade your messages or shoot me a message !

ADRIA ARJONA , CIS FEMALE , SHE / HER → according to the school records , VALERIA MORALES NARVAEZ has been teaching at sacred heart for the past 4 months . i last saw them around the courtyard ; i think they were preparing lecture notes . at twenty-nine years old , vale teaches international human rights law and get this , i heard that she witnessed her partner’s death — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with mud ridden boots traded for sleek shoes, a wedding ring gracing her finger even in mourning & a glare that would put medusa to shame. in this time of strange happenings , they have no affiliation with the cult in the woods .

― 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 !

name. valeria morales narvaez.

nicknames. vale.

age. 29.

d.o.b. 20th of january.

teaches. international human rights law.

ethnicity. guatemalan & puerto rican.

nationality. american.

languages spoken. english & spanish.

gender. cis female.

orientation. bisexual & biromantic.

― 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 !

valeria grew up in a town called tombestone, in arizona. with a population of a mere 1,400 people it was small enough that everyone knew everyone else’s business. she never liked that. at a young age, she grew bored of her life, choosing to follow her brother, javier, and his friends about like a lost puppy against her mother’s wishes. she had her hands full with the little farm she owned, javier and ensuring that the family had food on the table. she didn’t want to be running after her daughter, ensuring that she wasn’t found shooting targets with the boys, jumping out of windows late at night, racing old cars on dirt ridden roads, or stealing the neighbor’s chicken again for the fun of it all. and so the woman came down harshly on valeria, harsher than on her brother.

the harsher her mother’s verdict was, the more she distanced herself from the woman. the more she urged herself to leave this town. she wanted nothing more than to go to university out of state, to turn her back and never return. so, when the marines came knocking she answered. name was signed on the dotted line, they would pay for her education as long as she enlisted. perfect, she thought. not thinking twice, she packed her things and left for the other side of the country, not once thinking to call her mother and seeing if she was alright. she attempted to outrun the expectations her mother held.

after university, military service loomed over her shoulders, she knew she would have to keep her end of the bargain or suffer the consequences. and so, she found her way to the marines: a family she never asked for, but loved regardless. training was rigorous, it was hard– even more so considering she was a woman. it felt as though she had to work twice as hard simply to keep up with the boy’s club. the young woman was sent to boot camps all across the country, from sweating their asses of in the desert, to navigating the forests in negative degrees, and taking a well deserved break with an unhealthy amount of smoke. it was all fun and games, until she had to grow up– and grow up fast.

valeria was deployed to a conflict zone, she didn’t think to question orders. she simply did them, following her platoon into danger. it was then that she met a man whom she would fall in love with: jason carter. he was a complete and utter fool, probably the dumbest among men as vale would have said with an eye roll. he got on her nerves for the longest time, though during their time in the conflict zone together she learnt more about him, a side he didn’t show as much, and fell hard and fast.

*TW BOMB & DEATH MENTION*

after a year and a half they married, promises were made of settling down in the countryside together. they became each other’s solace in the messy world that they lived in. someone that vale could turn to, when she had already turned her back on her family. then, they were deployed on yet another tour. jason was in the car before her, perhaps they didn’t see it– vale could not make sense of the events that came to happen. there was a blast, a road side bomb went off. the car toppled over, and no man left behind was quickly forgotten as complete chaos unleashed itself.

her husband was dead. and she would never be able to tell him that she loved him again. she would never be able to feel his gentle touch on her skin, see his gleaming smile at first light, or press a kiss to his lips. he was dead.

*TW END*

her life was never the same again. returning from that tour was harder than any other before. she couldn’t even bring herself to step foot into her own house, haunted by the ghosts that still lived there. instead, she moved into the first motel she could find. she was released from duty shortly after, diagnosed with ptsd (post traumatic stress disorder) and told she would receive help for serving her country. but, the problem was there were too many soldiers, and too little help. she waited in line for an eternity, watching as her brothers and sisters fell to the bottle, drowning their traumas in booze. vowing, never to touch a bottle again.

she had her problems, and oh she had many, but she didn’t want to end up like them.

lifeless zombies.

not quite alive, but not quite dead either.

after a while of medication and therapy she submitted her resume to the united nations peacekeeping mission, and with a stellar recommendation from her commanding officers she was accepted there. after working her way through the ranks, the woman was assigned to various conflict zones this time instilling peace rather than the organized chaos the military orchestrated.

― 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎 !

valeria worked for the UN peacekeeping mission for 2 years, her military background served her well as she was sent out into various conflict zones and made overall possible due to her degree in international law.

she was offered a position at sacred heart and chose to accept it, she’s been working there as an international human rights law professor for the past 4 months.

her husband has been dead for years and yet she still mourns his loss.

she lives her life by routine: waking up, having the strongest coffee she can get her hands on, smoking a cigarette out of the window, boxing, preparing for lectures in the courtyard, holding her lectures, retreating to the comfort of her home with yet another cup of coffee before marking assignments and going to sleep.

she doesn’t have much of a life, because she’s afraid of getting attached to people again and losing them all over again.

sleep? who that?

she’s still suffering profoundly from her ptsd but she’s got a handle on it, and goes to her weekly sessions with the therapist never once missing an appointment.

she’s incredibly passionate when teaching, the type of lecturer that will waltz in first class of the semester and list a bunch of things wrong in the world then turn to the class being like “does this make you angry? if you’re not angry get the hell out, because you’re clearly not in the right class.”

her husband left her a large quantity of money, but she refuses to touch it, so it’s just sitting in a bank whilst she continues to live like she’s strapped for money.

― 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 !

( these are just some ideas but feel free to hit me up with any you’d be interested in )

i. someone that keeps trying to drag her out to have a good time but she keeps saying no, slowly running out of excuses !

ii. a student that wasn’t too fond of the class at first but actually loves it now that she’s the teacher.

iii. a confidant.

iv. they often run into each other in the courtyard, don’t really talk much but the other’s company is the norm when she’s working on lecture notes. (can be teacher or student, maybe they see each other so often there that it’s weird when the other isn’t there at the usual time?)

v. someone she met when she first arrived that showed her around.

vi. friends from uni (they would know a very different valeria than the woman she has become nowadays).

vii. someone that reminds her of her brother? they’re like family but not really.

viii. frenemies

ix. they just really don’t like each other.

x. a student that had to take her class but slacks about and she’s having none of it.

xi. one night stand (let me make her feel guilty as shit hehe)

xii. flirtationship

xiii. they just roast each other a lot? full on banter where neither has to hold back from stepping over a line.

xiv. boxing sparring buddy.

#heretics:intro #tw ptsd #tw death mention

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