Name: Nadiya Delca
Age: 31(looks), 95(actual)
Species: Valkyr
Rank: Fledgling
Face Claim: Inbar Lavi

Courageous || Charismatic || Maternal
Spontaneous || Persuasive || Observant
Addictive || Confrontational || Devious
Gossipy || Insecure || Untrusting

Pregnancies were a common occurrence in The Pleasure House, but babies were an extremely rare thing; a woman to fall pregnant in The House would either be dismissed from service, thrown into the streets to fend for herself and baby or they would be offered a termination; either way, the result of a pregnancy was never great - life would often result in death. However, this changed on one chilly Autumnal evening in October when Alana gave birth; she was an oddity, a woman not knowing she was pregnant until her waters broke - she showed no physical sign of pregnancy nor any psychological ones. Her case truly stunned their small town in the heart of England. Due to this, The Master of the house, Quinn, took pity upon her and her child who was eventually named Nadiya, and accepted the situation; after all, Alana was one of his best girls who he simply couldn’t pass up. She brought a lot of the income in, and the men always rated her highly - to lose her would mean to lose the business.

Nadiya was a fresh breeze of air in The Pleasure House, her giggles would echo around the halls when the house was closed to the general public; despite being hidden during the night time hours, she was still very much aware of the many men that would come and go from her Mother’s room. Her childhood was not as bright as her giggles or the light which glistened within her hazel orbs, once she was able to walk and talk, she would begin the chores that Quinn would set out for her; changing bedsheets and washing the many different items of clothing - or lack of. Due to this, her education was never a priority - after all, her future and career were planned the moment she appeared in the world. Quinn had only taught her to speak and listen so when she was of age, she would be able to communicate with the men that would visit her; therefore, reading and writing were out of the question. Despite only learning how to speak, one would be able to tell that Nadiya had not had the best form of education - for she would come across at times, a little dumb which, in fact, won over a lot of hearts.

Yet, Quinn’s dream of having Nadiya becoming one of his girls came crashing down on one particular evening; at the age of twelve, Nadiya became curious as to what happened to her Mother each night - despite knowing exactly what happened in a house such as theirs, yet this did not stop her. The child hid herself within the wardrobe and peaked through the gaps of the doors as she watched her Mother begin to entertain a man who certainly was not a regular to The Pleasure House. The young girl felt her eyes widen at what was happening on the other side of the door; it certainly was not what she had expected - from what she could tell, there happened to be no pleasure in what the man was doing to her Mother. Nadiya didn’t even consider her next moves, or the consequences of her actions - she only had one thing in mind; to save the life of her Mother. With all the strength the twelve year old could muster, she roared as she barged through the wardrobe door to jump onto the back of the man who had his hands around Alana’s throat. Nadiya’s attempt at saving her Mother came to no avail, the man easily threw the young child off of his back and withdrew his knife from his shoe and stabbed Alana countless of times to make sure she would never wake.

The man knew he had to flee the scene, and was well aware that he could easily get away with the murder; yet he knew he had been seen, and could not risk the chances, nevermind how slim, of being caught - thus, he scooped up the distraught child and escaped the house into the shadows to run as far as possible. Nadiya couldn’t bring herself to fight the man as they fled from the scene and allowed her cheek to rest upon his back as he ran through the multiple of back roads of London; in fact, she had cried so much, that she didn’t realise she had fallen asleep until she woke in a dark and very damp room. She knew, that if she were to escape this, she would need to appear strong, and despite being extremely broken inside - she knew her Mother would tell her to survive; Nadiya remained silent, despite the occasional grunts as she tried to free her ankle from the chain which wrapped around it. It felt like hours until the man who killed her Mother appeared from the door which seeped in some light; he stood there like a shadowman she often had nightmares about until he pulled up a stool next to her - and offered her some water.

Silence lingered between the two as she warily accepted the water, her eyes remained locked upon the stranger as the water ran down the back of her throat; which consequently triggered a rather pleased exhale. Once he was satisfied she had finished off the bowl of water, he left the room and locked the door from the other side; and it was in that moment, Nadiya came to the conclusion, she would not be searched for - she was not important enough for Quinn to hunt her down, another girl would soon take her place. Exhausted, she fell asleep on the straw which aligned the floor. The meetings with her captor continued for many days, neither of them spoke to the other, unless one could speak with their eyes; and if that were the case, Nadiya could tell he was heartless, yet not enough to end her suffering either. It wasn’t until two weeks into captivity did he finally speak, and that was only to tell her his name - Frank. His visits became more frequent after he revealed his name - he offered her water and bread and even a small teddy bear to sleep with to bring her some comfort in her holding cell.

The days, weeks and months passed and Nadiya became to fight back - she found herself going crazy with nothing better to do; but soon realised that violence was not the key in her escape, nor her survival. Despite being considered dumb in The Pleasure House, Nadiya tried to figure out the best way to escape, and after the sun rose and set once again her plan had been settled; she would try and build a rapport with Frank - her first step, would be to win him over enough to remove the chains which bound her. Which to her surprise, worked and soon enough she was able to roam the four walls which had been her home for god knows how long; at first, when she stood, she was uneasy and found herself falling to her knees frequently until she had built enough muscle strength. As the time went on, and Frank began to let his own guard down, he began to show a softer side to him - possibly out of guilt, but nevertheless - he built the now teenage Nadiya a desk which soon became a resting spot of paper and pencils, along with a few books here at there; not knowing she was not truly able to read.

Nadiya, took great pleasure in the new goods that Frank had given her; and even began to find herself liking the man, despite the horrors which he had inflicted upon her family; yet it was often in her nightmares, that she was reminded of where she was and how she got there - if Alana had never accepted Frank as a client that evening, she would still be alive and Nadiya would, now, likely be one of Quinn’s girls. After one restless night of reliving that evening, she knew she wanted to escape - the four walls without a window was no place she wanted to live, she needed freedom and she needed the dysfunctional family back at The Pleasure House; with that, she knew what she had to do next. As expected, Frank returned with what she assumed was her dinner - after all, the concept of time was irrelevant to her just as what meal it was; each meal consisted of bread and water. Nadiya had invited Frank to have dinner with her as she exposed him to her best puppy dog eyes; she was no fool to miss the looks he had given her over the years, and even to this day, she was surprised he had never made some form of move on her - in fact, she wished he would, it would make her means of escape a lot easier.

The two dined at her desk as she revealed her latest drawings to him; and as Frank became captivated in one drawing - a memory of a sunrise, Nadiya took her chances. She grabbed the nearest pencil and with enough force, she aimed the point into Frank’s left eye before making her run to the ajar door; the man roared in agony as he removed the pencil, but he was not taken back by it for as long as she expected - and with that, before she reached the door, his muscular arms wrapped around her waist. Nadiya fought him as much as she could before she found the chain wrapped around her ankle once again; she had blown probably her only chance of escaping the hell hole she was in. Deflated, Nadiya punched the makeshift bed with anger and knew she would need to start from the very beginning to even contemplate Frank allowing her out of her chains; she did, however, try and see some light in the situation - at least he left her desk in walking distance with her chain attached and she could continue to draw and read.

It took many years before Frank removed the chain from her again, and by then, Nadiya had accepted that she would die in the room which had become her home for many years now. Although, there would always be some hope she would escape, Frank was beginning to show his age which meant that she would soon be able to overpower him. Now that she was what she considered a woman, and no longer had the body of a girl, Nadiya knew she had the strongest power of them all - her sexuality. She was no fool, she knew Frank had fantasied over the many years he had kept her hostage and it always baffled her that he never attempted to take her virginity; nevertheless, she would use that to her advantage now. As per usual, Frank joined her for dinner, the two conversed - enjoying the other’s company as they laughed over things she had no recollection of; it was hard to remember the world outside the four walls. Nadiya noticed their plates were now empty, and before he could leave her for the night, she made her move; she began to seduce him - and as expected, he finally gave in to his urges.

Nadiya had no intention to go all the way with him, just enough to get him high on pleasure for her to escape; she continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as she sat upon his lap, her trusty weapon, the pencil hidden within the dark mass of her hair. She could feel his excitement growing, and as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, she released her hair from the knot the pencil held it in before stabbing the side of his own neck multiple of times. Nadiya twisted the pencil and watched how the blood oozed from the series of puncture wounds before fleeting; she had spent the many months of her second freedom building strength within her muscles, which consequently made her quicker this time. She could see the front door, the last hurdle which stood between her and her freedom, yet, Frank was a lot stronger than she expected for someone who had puncture wounds along the length of his neck and for someone of his age; instead of throwing her back into her holding cell - he grabbed the knife he kept in his boot at all costs and tackled her. Nadiya fought him the best she could, once again to no avail and found that she was to meet the same fate as her Mother; how ironic, she thought as the blade made contact with the center of her chest, puncturing her heart as it did so.

“I’m free” She croaked as she coughed up blood; Frank was the last person she would ever see, and with her final breath, she accepted that the outside world was not for her. Nadiya welcomed the darkness which engulfed her with a broken smile, and accepted her Mother’s hand as death claimed her for himself. It was as if she was not allowed to find peace, and to be with her Mother as Nadiya slowly flickered her eyes open once more; dazed and confused, she attempted to familiarise herself with her surroundings, but failed miserably - it had been too many years in a holding cell, that she didn’t know or recognise the outside world. In a panic, she sat up right and her hand automatically went up to her heart; she could see the puncture wound and the blood which tainted her miserable cloth, how did she survive? Nadiya couldn’t comprehend the confusion which took over her, until the burning sensation scratched at her throat; she was craving death, she was craving blood in a more literal sense. With uneasy movements, she pushed aside the leaves and twigs which covered her and with the heightened moon, she was able to locate Frank by smell; albeit uneasy on her legs, she ultimately felt stronger, more capable to get her own back this time.

Nadiya had located her prison for the last eighteen years and sneered at the sight of it; with a crazed expression she could hear Frank pottering around, fixing the wounds she had inflicted upon him. She entered her prison once more, and watched him from the sidelines, he had walked passed a few times as if she was not there; why could he not see her? She desperately wanted him to see her so he could watch her kill her, yet, she would need to accept that, that may not be the case; killing him would be satisfactory enough. With that, she pounced upon his lap as he sat in front of the fire, this time, her face hidden within his throat she clamped her teeth upon his fragile flesh; Nadiya began to drain him of his blood, she swallowed the liquid desperately and eagerily. She continued to drink despite the thrashing body beneath her, and it was only when the body fell limp beneath her did she remove herself from his lap and wiped away the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Frank’s death did not phase her one bit, in fact, each night she went on to kill anyone who had done her Mother wrong; which consequently, seemed to be a lot of the male population which inhabited London. Nadiya could feel she was losing her mind, she was losing all sense of control the more she drank each evening; she began to lose herself. Deep in her heart, she knew she was not a killer, but couldn’t shake the satisfying feeling of someone dying beneath her. It was in the night, that she realised she was not alone in this new world that she entered after death, and soon formed strong bonds with other beings who called themselves, Valkyr. The group took her in, and saved her from the monster that she was becoming; the detox was just as painful as the cell which she had known all her life, but she knew she was lucky - she had overheard one of the males calling for her head as the Valkyrie held strict rules for those who become closer to the legend of the vampire. Throughout the many years that she travelled with the group, they had taught her the life of a Valkyr, and taught her that with her new form, came new powers and responsibility; despite being clean from the madness, the craving for more blood continued to linger within her but all the while she was surrounded by her kind, she believed she could somewhat contain it.

Nadiya was known as the unpredictable one of the group, the one who would forever be haunted by the monster which lived within her; and because of that, the leader of the group could not account of her any longer, thus banished her from the group before others within his clan killed her. They were frightened that her overwhelming need for blood would have them all killed, however, in one final act of kindness, Cole, the clan leader advised her to visit Evermore, Colorado, where it was believed Gideon, the Valkyrie resided - he believed the Valkyrie would keep her safe and would tame her inner monster which stirred each night and each time she had her monthly dose of blood. The Valkyr listened wisely to Cole and accepted her banishment, despite the anger which resided in her for losing her home once more; and soon vanished without saying goodbye to those who were, indeed loyal to her.

The journey to Evermore was challenging, she often found herself giving in to her Monster who she named Carmel; she would mascare towns on her way and hoped she had satisfied Carmel long enough so that when she met Gideon, she would not be crazed for more blood. For that to happen, she made sure she arrived in Evermore during daylight hours where she was at her weakest, and sought out the Valkyrie in hope for a better life, as the last life she lived, did not turn out so well. She hoped that Evermore would finally be her saving grace, where she could live freely and not restrained to that of a wall and where Carmel would seize to exist one day.