𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐯. 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, I'M GONNA BUY 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 AND SEE IT GO STAND HERE BESIDE ME, BABY, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 SOME WILL 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 AND SOME JUST SIT AND 𝐜𝐫𝐲 BUT YOU JUST SIT DOWN THERE AND YOU 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲
“suka..” they curse from behind a chilled bottle of beer, pulling their head back to eye the label suspiciously with a roll of their eyes. “taste like shit…” they utter the words, their accent still laced with russian undertones. the beer selections were poor and incredibly watered down in their opinion and the only way to get through the evening required a heavy buzz. it was soon apparent it wouldn’t come in form of the bottle in their hand, something heavier would have to be replaced. “what do you got?” they ask, tilting their bottle towards the other before swigging back another sip, nose wrinkling. “please tell me it’s better than this..”
@duskstart
examining their beer , the corners of valeriya’s mouth downturned. “ beer always tastes like shit. ” all of it does , she thought to herself. her tastebuds had been marred by her transformation ; what once tasted heavenly to valeriya now tasted . . . foul. “ should’ve chosen something with less hops. ” grasping her own drink , valeriya lifted it slightly to allow them to visually inspect it. the liquid was a transparent dark brown color and served neat. “ it’s a scotch . . . 12 years old , they told me , but i don’t know how much i trust the bartenders here. ” extending her arm , she offered the drink to them. “ you’re welcome to try it. i don’t have cooties , i promise. ”
st“Just when I think I finally understand fashion, somebody comes along with a ridiculously over the top accessory and it makes me question everything I know.” Taking a sip of her drink she looked out over the crowd. “I mean some of them aren’t practical in the slightest and it’s debatable if they look good.” At this point Eliza wasn’t even sure if she wanted to understand high fashion.
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clothed in what valeriya would consider a ridiculously over the top dress , she made a conscious decision not to take offense to her words. after all , she thought she looked good. mirroring her action , valeriya sipped gently on her own drink . . . some mid-tier merlot that tasted rancid on her vampire tastebuds. “ well , you have to remember , it’s supposed to be scary fashion. i agree that some of these outfits certainly live up to the word ‘ scary ‘. ” looking her companion up and down dramatically , valeriya offered a toothy smile. “ you look good at least . . . gorgeous , actually. ”
" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. " 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 to be some kind of explanation, but it isn’t. minseo drags val to the bathroom, promptly using her heels to kick open all the stall doors to make sure nobody’s around to listen or witness. then, she throws her clutch on the bathroom counter to dig through it. " time for party favors. i’ve been really contemplating trying to see if a witch could cook us up something stronger, 'cause i’m burning a hole in my pocket. " @valerzya
valeriya’s evening had been nothing short of uneventful. accompanied by minnie , she had an inkling they’d find some trouble around here somehow. allowing herself to be pushed into the bathroom , valeriya found herself laughing from excitement. “ i gotta say , i expected more from this evening. but you . . . you have the right idea. ” rising to her tip toes , she peaked inside minnie’s clutch and inquired , “ so , what do you have in your bag of tricks this time ? i only brought a joint. ” she revealed with a small pout gracing her features.
valeriya had been intrigued by the idea of a gala , only to be let down upon arrival. not that she expected anything different , but the necessity of discretion was putting a damper on her night. there were endless options for feeding , but valeriya was certain she’d be going home hungry. trying not to let her sour mood show , valeriya held her chin up high , prancing around confidently with a drink in hand.
the open bar possessed some bizarre japanese whiskey . . . hints of melon , grapefruit , and thick syrup , they had advertised ; not that anything other than blood had much of a pleasant taste nowadays. she had ordered it neat and swirled it around curiously in her glass before taking a tentative swig. a burning sensation accompanied a tolerable taste , one that valeriya was certain she would’ve enjoyed had she still been human. spotting a lone bystander with their back turned to her , she approached them in the interest of sociability with a gentle hand lightly gripping their shoulder. “ i’m guessing you’d be having more fun with a drink in your hand . . . here , try mine. ” she outstretched her hand , offering them the glass ( in part , just to see their reaction ).
( irina shayk. cis woman. she/her. the question & mac miller. ) have you seen VALERIYA LENKOV strolling around central park at lunchtime? rumor has it they’re actually THIRTY-FIVE years old, but i’m pretty sure they’re only THIRTY. they’re currently posing as a SCREENPLAY WRITER, but when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to MANHATTAN by CAR SERVICE. apparently they DID attend the met gala this season!
hello, all ! i’m lauryn, 21, my pronouns are she/her, and i currently reside within the cst timezone. i’ve been tumblr rping on and off for about 8 years now, and this is my first time playing valeriya. here’s is my second muse of this rp, valeriya lenkov ! her about is listed here, her statistics are listed here, and her plotting page is listed here. if you’d like to claim any of the plots on that page or do some other plotting, shoot me a message ! i prefer discord, but i’m open to messaging on tumblr. my discord is limes#6826. i look forward to writing with everyone !
TW: CHRONIC ILLNESS, DEPRESSION, MURDER
born in a rural mining town located in russia to a coal miner and a home birth midwife, valeriya nikolayevna lenkov had a relatively average upbringing. as an only child, she received a generous amount of attention from her parents. when they were not working, they were home with their daughter. valeriya was a frail child who often grew sick, though she received a lot of attention from locals who referred to her as the most beautiful child in town. her parents dreamed of whisking her away to the united states, where they could hopefully get a diagnosis for her illness. sponsored by valeriya’s aunt in manhattan, the family prepared to make the jump by spending their free time practicing their english and setting up employment for valeriya’s father at his sister’s husband’s work.
upon arriving in manhattan, valeriya, now seven, and her family lived with her aunt and her husband for nearly a year. valeriya’s mother had found work as a seamstress while her father migrated from food preparation to a construction job, which finally earned the family some health benefits. with that in place and with the recommendation of a specialist, valeriya was put through a series of medical examinations. after numerous pokes and prods and a scan or two, no affliction had been identified. it had become an assumption that valeriya’s susceptibility to sickness was due to a compromised immune system, though nothing was ever confirmed.
life in manhattan differed greatly from valeriya’s upbringing. she had gone from the quiet, desolate roads to a bustling city crowded with rats and bodies. school had been rough on valeriya for the first couple years; her english was far from perfect and she would go through periods of illness that made her truant. she was lucky to not have to repeat any grades, though it came close. her parents’ work schedules had become more hectic since the move, with her father being on call and her mother working full time at odd hours, so it was often left to her aunt to look after her.
middle school and high school proved to be far more tolerable for valeriya. english was no longer a concern of hers after years of schooling, and she received ample attention for her good looks and compassionate nature. valeriya was considered popular amongst her peers despite her occasional disappearance from school for a week or so at a time. her friends doted on her, filling the void that her mostly absent parents had left; they would often visit her with comfort foods and gifts when she was sick.
in her sophomore year of high school, valeriya met a boy that she would deem to be her first love. she fell head over heels for the boy, and he returned her affections. it wasn’t long until valeriya began to exhibit obsessive behaviors though, resulting in their split. valeriya was heartbroken and looked for any distraction to fill her time. she landed on cinema, specifically horror cinema. valeriya expressed an interest in writing her own horror flicks, finding some sort of direction that she had previously lacked. upon graduating high school, valeriya grew seriously ill. her fever refused to break, and she was forced to spend all of her time at home. when she felt well enough, she would fill the silence with the scribbling of her pencil.
after a month, valeriya finally recovered and began taking community college courses on film and screenwriting. she had no intent to seek a degree, having struggled enough already with schooling. her intention was simply to educate herself on how to adapt her stories into screenplays and potentially make a career out of it. in the meantime, she took a job as a waitress at a local cafe. they were understanding in regards to her illness and gave her shifts sparingly, but it was enough to purchase the things that she desired. valeriya grew to be a cynical young adult with bouts of depression. her heartbreak weighed heavy on her, even after years, and her illnesses brought on feelings of hopelessness.
with three completed screenplays in the hands of the twenty-five year old, valeriya sought out the support of an agent. after four failed attempts, someone finally took an interest in her material. by age twenty-seven, valeriya had sold her first script through a production company. it was set to be developed as a direct-to-dvd movie, and valeriya made a killing from it. finally able to move out of her parents’ manhattan apartment into her own one-bedroom apartment, valeriya felt a dash of hope. however, after a couple years of letdowns and rejection, her hope dwindled once again. valeriya grew resentful toward the world, cursing it for the ways it had failed her. her once compassionate spirit had disappeared, replaced with a bitter, pessimistic nature.
at the age of thirty, valeriya met a strange person ( vampire ) who piqued her interest. she was hypnotized by this being and spent a large portion of her time at their side. they were strong and capable, something that she envied. often expressing her envy for these traits, the being took it upon themselves to make valeriya more like them. she was changed into a vampire and for the first time in her lifetime, she radiated with strength and resiliency. her life had been taken from her, but it was almost as though it was just beginning.
finding inspiration to write again, with her mind firing on all cylinders, valeriya produced three more screenplays within a year. miraculously, two out of three sold with both generating a six figure price point. she spent the rest of her time absorbing what was now her life. her thirst for blood empowered her, and she felt superior to the weak humans she fed on. she would familiarize herself with those she fed on before she took their life, viewing feeding as a sport. valeriya had become childish, reckless, and manipulative. she only saw others for what she could gain from them. though she acted a fool, she was intelligent and perceptive. as the years passed, she sold two more screenplays, gaining notoriety within that world. valeriya finally feels as though she’s unstoppable, and she won’t let anything or anyone get in her way.
TLDR ; valeriya was a sickly child who immigrated from russia to manhattan when she was seven. due to what was likely a compromised immune system, she often fell ill. in high school, she suffered a heartbreak that led her to start creating horror screenplays. after selling one, she hit a low point after many more rejections and bouts of illness. she became bitter and resentful toward the world until she was changed into a vampire. now powerful and free from sickness, valeriya revels in her new life. she enjoys feeding on unsuspecting humans, and has even gained more notoriety as a screenplay writer.
important information about her personality can be found in her “about” section linked above.
You see I am the wolf / And this dirty little piggy lives inside of me / You see every now and then / I forget which one that I want and which one that I need / I have come to realize / That both of them have become a necessity / I now have come to realize / That I become which animal I choose to feed
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