Full name ~ Valery (or Val) Hart (yeah, ‘Val Hart’, har har, it’s funny. Tease him about it and he’ll kill you)
Age ~ appears to be in his early 20's
Connection ~ Currently Nick's Thrall
Job ~ student
Controlled by ~ Kyte

By far the most attractive human you’ll ever meet, he has the lithe, willowy build of an aristocrat, made even better by muscles (you know- enough to make him strong and sexy, but not so much as to make him look like some stoned bodybuilder with veins popping out in places you didn’t know exhisted). Clean faced, clean everywhere- some people would think he’s waxed, but no… he’s just not very fuzzy. Nice tan. He has a face that screams hotness, perfect features that look as if they had been chiseled out of stone, set almost permanently into that defiant glare of his. Hair is obsidian black and coming down to about his jaw- strait when dry, tiny ringlets when soaked in sweat (which is a lot more often than most people assume). Eyes, also, are black, set under medium curve brows, and always giving you the death look. He has a great smile if you ever get him in a good mood (not likely, unless you want to set him loose and wait a few years for him to get over the fact that he had ever given up his freedom)

Street clothes- usually just a pair of jeans and a shirt that says “Fuck You,” or something like that. However, he generally doesn’t care what he’s wearing, and he looks good in whatever you put him in- especially if you put him in a pair of leather pants… Always wears dark colors- give him pastels and he’ll probably start gagging. Not to mention it doesn’t look as nice.

Brave, Definant, Strong, all those things you might find in a knight. His headstrong and stubborn ways are bound to get on your nerves, eventually, and he is far from easily broken. No amount of pain and agony will ever make him beg or cry, nothing you say to him will make him scream for mercy- he is, like his muscles= hard as rock. If he’s ever in an amusing mood, he’s probably just pissed off (Yes, Val has quite the temper- though usually he keeps it under control, as not to give you the pleasure of watching him freak out). At times, he’ll sit in his little corner, acting docile as a lamb, possibly fuming, but not bothering to rebel (usually because he’s too tired to fight), other times he’ll squirm around and even break his chains (oh, naughty boy). He generally retains his good humor, always ready to play along with your little jokes and never afraid to speak out of line. Heck, he takes his pains like an expert- even though he’s entirely new to the thrallee business. It’s the soldier in him.