( brant daugherty, 26, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, VALENTINE MORGENSTERN who is from SHADOWHUNTERS, PRE-PILOT. rumor has it they are a SHADOWHUNTER, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine CONVICTIONS STRONGER THAN IRON, BLOODSTAINED HANDS, AND EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES BY PANIC AT THE DISCO.
bc i hate myself, i decided i needed to play a circle era valentine. ha, ha, ha, ha. we love pain.
previously on shadowhunters
valentine was one of the clave’s best and brightest shadowhunters in his youth. his whole family were legacies; the bravest and the best, each generation trained ruthlessly to ensure they could handle themselves in combat. this led valentine to both love and despise his father. he resented his unforgiving spirit, how hard he could sometimes be on him, but knew that he made him a better fighter.
while attending the shadowhunter academy in idris, near alicante where he was born and raised, he formed an organization called the circle. initially, the circle was founded to protest the antiquated views of the clave and the consul. they were young voices, all ambitious and hungry, and longed for a world where they could be better than the generation before. they wanted to reform the downworld — and the accords — and forge a new and better world. everything changed, however, after valentine’s father was murdered on what should have been a routine werewolf den inspection. his mother, shortly after, died of a heart attack. grief, valentine would say to anyone who would listen. grief was killed her. a broken heart. their deaths changed something in valentine. he hardened, his views becoming more radical, and his desire to reform the downworld turned to a hatred for all downworlders. he saw them all as demons, as creatures that masquerade as humans, and if they couldn’t be controlled they needed to be eradicated.
as the circle began to grow in power, valentine started experimenting. first, on himself, and then later on his unborn children. when injecting himself with demon blood, or angel blood, he saw temporary changes to his strength, powers, etc, but because he was an adult they never lasted. he figured that if he experimented on a child before their birth, he’d have a better chance of bringing about the strongest generation of shadowhunters. he married jocelyn and fed her demon blood while she was pregnant. he did a similar test with stephen herondale’s wife celine, with angel blood, from the angel ithuriel that he had bound and held captive in the cellar of their house. he also did some other questionable things around this time. when lucien turned on him, his parabatai, he put him in a position where he was bitten by a werewolf. they fought and he told lucien if he had any honor, he would kill himself. he didn’t stick around long enough to figure out what decision he’d made. as his parabatai rune faded away, inflicting a pain worse than death upon him, he barely felt it; his humanity was so far removed, it was like he couldn’t feel things like pain, or love, anymore. or so he liked to think.
shortly after this, the uprising was planned. the circle would attack accords hall when the accords were to be signed, killing all of the downworlders inside. poised for peace, none of them would be prepared; it’d be a slaughter. jocelyn, disillusioned by valentine at this point, conspired with downworlders to put a stop to his plan. as a result, they were prepared for the assault and many circle members died during the uprising. valentine, sensing defeat, fled and faked his own death — and the death of his son — so that they wouldn’t come looking for him. he also kept stephen herondale’s son, jace, and raised him as his own.
where is he now?
valentine is pulled from a post-uprising world. this would be before he fakes his own death and jace is sent to live with the lightwoods.
he’s still reeling from the loss of his parents, of his wife, and his own failures with the uprising. that said, his end goals are still the same — he just doesn’t know about a lot of the integral moving pieces. yikes, yikes, yikes.














