Vallen Nathaniel Gray

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<div style="float:left; width: 100px; margin: 2px; padding:3px; border-right: #FFF 1px solid; border-bottom: #FFF 1px solid;"><img src="http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h328/shophostingbbne/defaultav.png"><br><b>Team:</b> No Team</div><div style="float:right; width: 400px; margin: 2px; padding: 0px;"><h1>Vallen Nathaniel Gray</h1><br><font size="2"><b>Age:</b> 20 | <b>Gender:</b> Male | <b>Sexuality:</b> Straight</font> </div><div style="clear:both;"></div>
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<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>Description:</b> Vallen is of slightly above average height. He looks taller than he actually is because he's of a build somewhere between slender and average. His hair is very dark brown. His hair is kept combed down with a part to the right in the front. His eyes are a shining emerald green. In his irises there are strange tan colored, slightly broken rings. Vallen usually keeps his outfit simple with single color t-shirts, sometimes with a pocket over the left peck, sometimes without. Jeans and khaki pants are his preferred leg wear, along with black or brown leather belts to keep them in place. The common style of two-tone high top sneakers are his pick of footwear, which completes his quaint attire. </p>
<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>Personality:</b> Vallen is very detached from the world. Because of this he tends to be oblivious to events other than whatever task he is focused on at the time. He doesn't register social hints and innuendos hardly at all unless it's either completely obvious or someone points it out to him. He doesn't make friends very quickly, but not because he chooses not to. He simply doesn't have a lot of social skills because of his detached state of mind. As is to be expected, if you want him to do something you generally have to get his attention by being loud and obnoxious or by being forceful and getting in his face so he can no longer subconsciously ignore you. Aside from this problem he is actually a very intelligent person. Once he has all the details figured out, the big picture falls into place almost immediately. He has an unquenchable thirst for life. Because of this, when he is aware of something and it is something he feels strongly about, he will pursue it with incredible fervor, almost vehemently in some cases. </p>
<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>Family:</b> Vallen is an only child. His mother and father, Arthur and Laura, are both Doctors of Archaeology. They are still in Italy at the current time.</p>
<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>History:</b> Vallen has moved around a fair amount all of his life. He was born in Canada, went through grade school and middle school in the United States, and to Italy for high school, and finally to Russia for College. His parents were both Archaeologists of sorts, and that was the main reason for his moving around so much. He was born in Canada when they were near the end of a dig in the far north. They moved back to their original home in the United States to raise him, having to take up more sedentary jobs until he was old enough to go with them on their travels. His grade school career was troublesome for him. Because of his disattentive nature they often found it pointless to call on him in class because he was too deep in his reading, and his classmates thought he was strange in general for the same reason. Because of his detached nature he came off as oblivious and weird to them. He didn't have many friends throughout his childhood because of all the moves and his "awkwardness." His parents deemed that he was old enough to go with them once he had graduated from middle school, and so they took up the next job on a dig site that they could find, and Italy was the closest place where they could live, and it was only an hour drive from their new home to the dig site. As a matter of fact, they took Vallen to the dig site to watch them work and to teach him about Archaeology. It was very clear that Vallen's parents expected him to follow in their footsteps. Seeing as he didn't have a problem with the idea of digging up past relics and the like, it seemed as though he would end up doing just that. He wasn't your average nerd or geek, but the pursuit of knowledge was generally on his mind most of the time. He enjoyed learning in most ways, but he preferred a more "hands on" approach. So when his parents tried to teach him during their digs, Vallen always ended up grabbing a shovel, pick, or whatever was on hand and digging alongside them. It was during one of his visits to the dig site with his parents that he wandered off into the wrong cavern by mistake. It was unfortunate for him that part of the cavern fell through and he was stuck. For two days he was behind a wall of rock, cut off from the outside. Near the end of the second day Vallen thought he was hallucinating due to lack of food, water, and proper sleep. As he began to lose consciousness a bright yellow glow shot through the cavern in front of him and he thought he heard an explosion just before falling out of consciousness completely. When he awoke in the hospital his parents asked him what happened. He wasn't sure what to say. Was it that strange light? No, it couldn't have been. But then how was he outside? How was he alive? These questions plagued him, but he continued on with life, mostly recuperating and doing school work in the coming months. This had all happened in the early part of their first year in Italy, and Vallen's parents wondered if bringing him was the right idea. He could have died because of what happened. Still, he stuck it out, but was much more careful at the dig site from that point on.

Still having nearly no friends, Vallen had become aware of the distinct loneliness he was feeling. He hadn't noticed before because he was too caught up in school in his childhood. Now it was different. The social order of high school demanded that you be able to associate with some group or clique. Vallen had no one like that. That is until he found the world of Beyblading. Sports normally didn't appeal to him, but Beyblading was something he could get into. He was new to the game, naturally, but his knowledge of science and physics helped him construct an impressive beyblade. The only hard part for him was the practice. Digging with his parents had given him physical endurance and strength, but that wasn't enough. He needed to master his shooting technique and learn new tricks to truly call himself a beyblader. Two years of solemn practice, watching beyblade matches at the park and at local tournaments, taking notes, and practicing some more. He did play casually during this two years, and most of his new friends were willing to give him pointers. They soon found Vallen to be tough competition, however, and began taking him more seriously. Some even spited him for it and stopped being his "friend." The beginning of his senior year of high school saw him entering some small amount of popularity. His skills as a blader had become well known within his school and he even took second place in the school's tournament.

Now he finally moved to Moscow to go to College. Vallen's parents remained in Italy, still doing various digs around Europe. Vallen found himself in a foreign environment once again, but this time he had one solace. Beyblading seemed to be just as popular in Russia as it was in Italy, if not more so. His first week in Moscow would be his most interesting for some time. The plaza near his college campus had a beyblade tournament that same week, with the prize being contributed by all the stores in the plaza and meant to advertise and draw sales. As Vallen approached the tournament for sign-ups, he was stopped by a young man about the same age as him and called into the alley that lead to the area behind the main line of stores in the plaza. When he got there he was very displeased. Pieces of shattered beyblades littered the ground. Some of the owners were still lingering with looks of shock and sadness at their decimated beyblades. "So, I see that blade and launcher you've got. Care to demonstrate what they can do?" The man who had lead him back there asked. Vallen was faced with a crucial decision. If he could beat this guy in a battle, he'd earn the gratitude and respect of more than one local beyblader. That, in his mind, was quite a way to make a first impression. On the other hand, this guy seemed really good judging by the pile of broken blades that covered the pavement in front of him. He made his decision almost immediately. Someone had to stop this jerk. If he couldn't do it, then he didn't deserve to beyblade. He had put in hours of practice and learned so much about the game in such a short time. If he didn't have the skill to put away a small time bully like this one, could he really say that he'd become as skilled as his friends back in Italy thought he was? Now was the time to prove his worth to a new group of friends.

Vallen nodded, "I hope you know what you are getting into," he said to the bully. The bully chuckled and smirked as he walked over to the large pothole that he had apparently used for his matches. Vallen's gaze narrowed on his opponent as he slid his ripcord into the launcher and snapped his blade into place. Both players counted down, "Three, two, one, Let it RIP!" And just like that the battle was on. Vallen became worried from the very beginning. When he saw the shear power of his opponents attacks he was almost in awe. Large chips flew from his blade every time it took a hit. Vallen was forced into a defensive battle right from the beginning. He tried everything he could, but his attacks weren't doing enough damage to end it before his blade was ground to dust, and his defense wasn't strong enough to save his blade from certain destruction. Despite all odds, Vallen refused to give up. His blade was down to having the inner half of an attack ring and its defense ring had begin to take damage as well, but he fought on, wracking his brain for a way out of this situation. Just when he was about to lose hope a miracle happened. A familiar yellow light shot across the sky and then down into his blade. The flash caused Vallen and the bully to stumble backward and shield their eyes. When they pear over their forearms and into the pothole, Vallen's blade had ceased being knocked around the 'stadium.' It was glowing with that same yellow light, and it was steadfast. Though the bully's blade clashed against it countless times, it never moved. The bully growled with frustration and began an all-out assault against Vallen's blade, but still there was no reaction from it. It continued to spin in place, almost as if it were ignoring the entire battle. It wasn't long before the bully found that his blade had begun to break and crack from the incredible defensive power of this strange light. It was like throwing a piece of glass against a stone wall. The tides had turned and the bully had lost most of his offensive power. Vallen was able to outlast him with ease. When his blade stopped spinning it finished falling apart. The bully vowed vengeance and fled. Vallen became the hero of the day. He was unable to register for the tournament in order to build a new, better blade in honor of this strange light that continued to save him. He hadn't forgotten the first time. And this time solidified his past experience with it. Whatever it was, it was on his side.

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<p style="float:right; width: 290px; padding: 0px; border-bottom: #FFF 1px solid;">Dynamo<br>Zeal Chimera<br>Nova Soul<br>Unleashes Zeal Chimera's energy, engulfing the blade in a faint yellow glow. Heavily protects the blade from damage and from being driven back. It drastically increases the rotation speed of the blade while active.<br>
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<b>Attack:</b> ★★☆☆☆ | <b>Defence:</b> ★★☆☆☆ | <b>Endurance:</b> ★★★☆☆ | <b>Speed:</b> ★★★☆☆</p>
<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>Beyblade Description:</b>The white Attack Ring is a fairly simple Triple Wing style with engravings of a goat head on one wing, a lion's head on one wing, and a snake's head on the last. The silver weight disk has ten sides to the outer edge, in the shape of a decagon. It has the weight equally distributed throughout from its core to its edges for good balance and mobility. It uses a yellow right spin gear for the core. The base is purple and uses a free spinning shaft system for top notch endurance coupled with a semi-flat tip for good mobility and decent balance.</p>
<p style="padding: 3px; margin: 3px; border-bottom: #FFF solid 1px;"><b>Bitbeast Description:</b>Zeal is a true Chimera. A beast of myth and legend, he has the head and body of a Lion. Just behind the Lion's head on the spine, the head of a Goat extends upward, slightly overlooking the head of the lion. What would normally be the tail is actually a snake whose head serves as what would be the tip of the tail. It's mane is a few shades darker than its light brown coat. The goat's head and neck are covered in gray, wiry fur with two long horns sticking out of its head. The serpent is nearly as thick as one of the lion's limbs and several times as long, with it's head being a bit bigger than the lion's paws. It is covered in green scales. All three heads possess yellow eyes. </p>
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