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Name: Valerie Langston Alias in University: Valerie Renaud Age: 20 Year: Sophomore at an elite university Major: Political Science & Film Studies Occupation: Student | Quiet socialite under a pseudonym | Occasionally models under the name V. Renaud


Physical Appearance

Height: 5'9"

Build: Feminine and statuesque, with an hourglass figure that's more than just modelesque—it's commanding.

Complexion: Golden olive skin that catches the light just right.

Eyes: Hazel-green with gold flecks, expressive and hard to read.

Hair: Thick, dark chestnut waves that fall to her waist, always perfectly styled—whether polished or artfully undone.

Distinguishing Features: A birthmark behind her right ear (which she hides); a graceful neck and sculpted jawline; naturally pouty lips.

Voice: Soft-spoken, velvet-wrapped. Calm, controlled, and hypnotic—people stop talking when she starts. She never raises her voice but still commands the room.


Lifestyle

Living Situation: Off-campus loft apartment arranged through quiet connections; it’s tastefully elegant but sparse, designed for privacy.

Daily Routine: Early riser. Morning runs followed by tea or espresso. She keeps a structured calendar: lectures, personal study, select social engagements. She’s never seen flustered, even when life feels like a mess beneath the surface.

Diet: Disciplined but subtle about it. Small meals, often shared in silence or skipped when emotions run high.

Fitness: A routine that blends ballet, Pilates, and boxing—forms of strength disguised as grace.

Education: Consistently top of her class, never brags. Professors admire her insight; peers aren’t sure whether to envy her or protect her.


Fashion & Style

Signature Style: Understated luxury. Think Old Hollywood meets modern elegance. Silk blouses, long coats, delicate rings, designer boots—never loud.

Color Palette: Ivory, charcoal, oxblood, soft beige, moss green.

Accessories: Always wears a watch she never checks in public. Often has a book or journal tucked in her bag. Wears perfume only close contacts can catch—smoky rose, vanilla, and spice.

Makeup: Light, precise, ethereal—focus on flawless skin and defined eyes. She wears red lipstick only when she feels like being dangerous.


Personality Traits

Strengths: Brilliant, observant, intuitive, emotionally composed, quietly persuasive.

Flaws: Secretive, distrustful, has a deep fear of being unwanted or discovered. Often internalizes pain instead of expressing it.

Mannerisms: Speaks slowly and softly, choosing every word with intent. Tilts her head when listening deeply. Rubs the edge of her thumb when anxious. Writes in the margins of everything.

Speech Style: Calm, soft, and deliberate. Her silences are just as powerful as her words.

Enneagram Type: Type 4w3 – The Individualist Performer

MBTI: INFJ – Insightful, strategic, reserved, yet deeply emotional beneath her still surface.


Background

Birth: The product of a high-profile affair between world-famous actress Vivienne LaRue and Senator Arthur Langston. Her existence was never announced—she was a secret right from the start.

Status: Illegitimate and unacknowledged. Arthur paid quietly for her education and safety but never claimed her, bending to the wishes of his politically powerful wife.

Living Under a False Name: At university, she is Valerie Renaud, a name that gives her space to exist without headlines. She keeps her parentage—and identity—hidden from everyone.

Formative Memories:

Hiding in dressing rooms while her mother filmed award-winning roles.

Reading tabloid articles where her father smiled with his real family.

Watching campaign speeches with her mother's arms around her, saying nothing.

Writing his last name over and over on lined paper, then tearing it up.

The first time a classmate recognized her resemblance to her mother—and the panic that followed.


Patterns & Emotional Habits

Approval-Seeking: Beneath her calm exterior is a girl still craving the love of a father who pretends she doesn’t exist. She chases validation through excellence, elegance, and silence.

Romantic Life: Falls for people who reflect her internal conflict—distant, complicated, often emotionally split. She’s cautious but intensely loyal once she chooses.

Friendships: Extremely selective. She lets very few people truly see her, but once you're in, she’s fiercely protective.

Emotional Patterns: Never cries in public. She disappears for hours when overwhelmed, comes back collected, but her eyes say she’s been elsewhere.

Core Conflict: The battle between erasing herself for survival and wanting the world—especially her father—to finally see her.


Social Presence & Reputation

Public Image: Among classmates, she’s mysterious, brilliant, and distant. Some say she’s European nobility, others think she’s just quiet and strange. Nobody knows the truth.

Media Presence: None—intentionally. She deletes any photos she’s tagged in. No interviews, no mentions of her last name. She's a ghost in every search engine.

Private Reality: Her mother still sends gifts, messages, and love. Valerie answers, but rarely with warmth. She’s trying to forgive the woman who raised her in hiding—and the man who made her hide.


Secrets

She keeps a velvet box of letters written to her father, some hopeful, some furious. All unsent.

She’s compiled every article, speech, and record of him—like a detective chasing a shadow.

Her long game? To rise in power—politically, socially, emotionally—so high that he has no choice but to see her.

Valerie’s Journal – September 1st | Sophomore Year

Evening. The lamp’s low. Campus is too loud outside my window, and the silence inside me is louder.

I saw a father kiss his daughter’s forehead outside the café this morning.

She was all crooked teeth and a hoodie three sizes too big. He gave her his scarf—just draped it over her like he didn’t even have to think about it. She laughed and said something about being embarrassing. He smiled like he didn’t hear her.

I stood in line and watched from behind my coffee cup. Not because I wanted what she had—though maybe I do—but because it reminded me of everything I wasn’t born into.

Today was the first day back. Campus buzzed like a lit fuse. Girls dragging luggage across cobblestone. Boys with guitars slung like promises. Everyone louder than necessary, like they wanted to be remembered before anything even happened.

I didn’t speak much.

I never do.

There’s power in silence—real power—in making people lean in.

I walked the quad like I didn’t belong. Like always. But that’s the thing: I do. I blend too easily. My coat was camel wool. My steps, unhurried. My eyes low, voice lower. I watched the world unfold without needing to be part of it.

People looked. Of course they did. It’s the walk, I’ve been told. Or maybe it’s the stillness—how I don’t fidget. My mother always said I carry my silence like perfume. She would know. The camera never captured what was real beneath her beauty either.

She tried her best.

He didn’t.

He was always someone else’s husband. Someone else’s father. Mine only in blood, and even then, he acts like that part was a rumor. A beautiful lie someone once whispered at the wrong time. I was the secret. The sidestep. The reason he told his wife there was nothing between them anymore.

He calls me an embarrassment—without ever using the word.

I’m still here, though. I got in without his name, and I use a different one now anyway. Renaud. Mother’s grandmother’s name. It fits me better. The softness. The precision. The edge.

Freshman year was… delicate.

I kept my head down. Made a few friends. Read people better than they realized. Isla knew before I ever told her. Of course she did. That girl is sharp silk. She sees every seam. Milo, too—he’s too clever to miss a lie, but kind enough not to pull at the threads. And Layla—well, she’s sunlight. All warmth and no questions.

It’s funny, how they see me. None of them know I sleep with one eye open, even now.

Sometimes I wonder what I’m hoping for.

Maybe for him to see me. To look up at a newspaper one day and say, That’s my daughter. Not because I begged for it—but because I earned it.

Maybe I want to prove that I am not the footnote he feared.

That I am a name worth remembering, even if he refuses to say it.

But mostly… I want to feel like I’m not hiding anymore.

This year, I won’t chase the spotlight—but I won’t shy from it either.

Let them see me.

Let him see me.

Not as a scandal. Not as a mistake.

But as something—someone—he’ll wish he never let go.

— V

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Name: Valerie Langston Alias in University: Valerie Renaud Age: 20 Year: Sophomore at an elite university Major: Political Science & Film Studies Occupation: Student | Quiet socialite under a pseudonym | Occasionally models under the name V. Renaud --- Physical Appearance Height: 5'9" Build: Feminine and statuesque, with an hourglass figure that's more than just modelesque—it's commanding. Complexion: Golden olive skin that catches the light just right. Eyes: Hazel-green with gold flecks, expressive and hard to read. Hair: Thick, dark chestnut waves that fall to her waist, always perfectly styled—whether polished or artfully undone. Distinguishing Features: A birthmark behind her right ear (which she hides); a graceful neck and sculpted jawline; naturally pouty lips. Voice: Soft-spoken, velvet-wrapped. Calm, controlled, and hypnotic—people stop talking when she starts. She never raises her voice but still commands the room. --- Lifestyle Living Situation: Off-campus loft apartment arranged through quiet connections; it’s tastefully elegant but sparse, designed for privacy. Daily Routine: Early riser. Morning runs followed by tea or espresso. She keeps a structured calendar: lectures, personal study, select social engagements. She’s never seen flustered, even when life feels like a mess beneath the surface. Diet: Disciplined but subtle about it. Small meals, often shared in silence or skipped when emotions run high. Fitness: A routine that blends ballet, Pilates, and boxing—forms of strength disguised as grace. Education: Consistently top of her class, never brags. Professors admire her insight; peers aren’t sure whether to envy her or protect her. --- Fashion & Style Signature Style: Understated luxury. Think Old Hollywood meets modern elegance. Silk blouses, long coats, delicate rings, designer boots—never loud. Color Palette: Ivory, charcoal, oxblood, soft beige, moss green. Accessories: Always wears a watch she never checks in public. Often has a book or journal tucked in her bag. Wears perfume only close contacts can catch—smoky rose, vanilla, and spice. Makeup: Light, precise, ethereal—focus on flawless skin and defined eyes. She wears red lipstick only when she feels like being dangerous. --- Personality Traits Strengths: Brilliant, observant, intuitive, emotionally composed, quietly persuasive. Flaws: Secretive, distrustful, has a deep fear of being unwanted or discovered. Often internalizes pain instead of expressing it. Mannerisms: Speaks slowly and softly, choosing every word with intent. Tilts her head when listening deeply. Rubs the edge of her thumb when anxious. Writes in the margins of everything. Speech Style: Calm, soft, and deliberate. Her silences are just as powerful as her words. Enneagram Type: Type 4w3 – “The Individualist Performer” MBTI: INFJ – Insightful, strategic, reserved, yet deeply emotional beneath her still surface. --- Background Birth: The product of a high-profile affair between world-famous actress Vivienne LaRue and Senator Arthur Langston. Her existence was never announced—she was a secret right from the start. Status: Illegitimate and unacknowledged. Arthur paid quietly for her education and safety but never claimed her, bending to the wishes of his politically powerful wife. Living Under a False Name: At university, she is Valerie Renaud, a name that gives her space to exist without headlines. She keeps her parentage—and identity—hidden from everyone. Formative Memories: Hiding in dressing rooms while her mother filmed award-winning roles. Reading tabloid articles where her father smiled with his “real” family. Watching campaign speeches with her mother's arms around her, saying nothing. Writing his last name over and over on lined paper, then tearing it up. The first time a classmate recognized her resemblance to her mother—and the panic that followed. --- Patterns & Emotional Habits Approval-Seeking: Beneath her calm exterior is a girl still craving the love of a father who pretends she doesn’t exist. She chases validation through excellence, elegance, and silence. Romantic Life: Falls for people who reflect her internal conflict—distant, complicated, often emotionally split. She’s cautious but intensely loyal once she chooses. Friendships: Extremely selective. She lets very few people truly see her, but once you're in, she’s fiercely protective. Emotional Patterns: Never cries in public. She disappears for hours when overwhelmed, comes back collected, but her eyes say she’s been elsewhere. Core Conflict: The battle between erasing herself for survival and wanting the world—especially her father—to finally see her. --- Social Presence & Reputation Public Image: Among classmates, she’s mysterious, brilliant, and distant. Some say she’s European nobility, others think she’s just quiet and strange. Nobody knows the truth. Media Presence: None—intentionally. She deletes any photos she’s tagged in. No interviews, no mentions of her last name. She's a ghost in every search engine. Private Reality: Her mother still sends gifts, messages, and love. Valerie answers, but rarely with warmth. She’s trying to forgive the woman who raised her in hiding—and the man who made her hide. --- Secrets She keeps a velvet box of letters written to her father, some hopeful, some furious. All unsent. She’s compiled every article, speech, and record of him—like a detective chasing a shadow. Her long game? 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