!WARNING! This little backstory does have some stuff that u guys might not like- talk about torturing people, stealing, hitting or hurting, running away, talk of potion stuff, being homeless/living on the streets, being drowned and the dark and being lonely as weapons (if I missed any please let me know)

This is my oc her name is Valkyrie and this is her backstory. It does go with other people's ocs so u might be a bit confused. Btw all the characters in the au my friend made are all bad guys well my character and hers and my friends are.

Personality traits
- Wicked
- Strong
- A bit stubborn
- Likes to have the last word
- Smart
- Witty
- Badass
- Funny
- Curious
- Artistic
- Sexuality-pan

Backstory
An old of assistant of the evil doctor that created the thing that turns animals into humans. Stole some of their 'almost' finished 'medicine' as they were telling the media. The assistant took the 'medicine' home and well feed it to their chameleon and since it was almost finished the human still had scales all over her body. Once in human form she made a run for it. It was hard to walk at first but got it easily she fought back the assistant and ran as fast as she could and as far away from them. She stole some material and metal with her camouflage and made her shoulder pads and cape and sleeveless body suit. She had a nack for begin able to do things with no experience but this ability didn't come with some things and it let her down numerous times when she really needed to get something done without asking for help. She lived on the streets for years and didn't accomplish much other than escaping the police stations a few times. She liked to help people so many saw her as their home town superhero but the name didn't stick she was nice by decency not really by choice. She loved the thrill of doing bad things. It was her release from the outside world her joy. You see she throughly enjoyed seeing someone look at you with desperation in their eyes to be let go as you continue to torture them for information. Or the way someone struggled so much for a simple thing as air to live instead of drown even if they deserved it. she didn't make friends nor have a family and she liked it that way she loved the dark and the lonely feeling it brought, she isolates herself all the time and even if she is all alone she rarely goes back into her animal form she prefers the freedom of having a human anatomy. After years of walking bare feet she stole enough money to buy some leather high knee boots to go with the rest of her outfit. She learned to speak the local tongue by listening to others, stealing books and practicing by herself. The place she learned she was in was Scotland so she gained their accent as well. Along with all the books she stole she stumbled on a book with a name that so elegantly fitted with her she decided to call herself that. It was Valkyrie. Through other books she found out she was a chameleon. After stealing a French dictionary from a French classroom at night she read through and found a French word that fitted so well with her personality it was like fate. For she was now known as Calfeutrer Chameleon.
(Calfeutrer means to shut ones self away).
Pronounce cal-fur-tray.

The throwing knives are her weapons.

Ignore my bad digital art skills I'm still learning.