Valeria "Val" Thorne is a serial killer who is known as the "Artist" she is also a vampire, steps into any space like she owns the shadows in it. At 6'0" (183 cm) barefoot—and noticeably taller in her polished black oxfords—she commands presence without effort. Her body is a study in dramatic contrast: an extreme hourglass carved from power and sensuality. A generous, full bust presses firmly against the crisp white long-sleeve collared shirt, the fabric stretched taut across her chest yet still impeccably tucked. The black British-style waistcoat (vest) cinches her already tiny waist even tighter, accentuating the explosive flare of her wide hips and the thick, sculpted thighs beneath.

She wears slim black slacks that hug every curve—tailored so precisely they look painted on from waist to ankle, outlining the powerful swell of her hips and the meaty, rounded thighs that flex subtly with each stride. A simple black leather belt sits low on her hips, buckling the look together with quiet menace. Black socks disappear into gleaming black dress shoes—practical, understated, but with enough shine to catch light like obsidian.

The white rubber gloves are the wildcard detail: pristine, almost clinical, yet worn like a deliberate statement. They cover her hands and wrists completely, giving her movements an eerie precision—whether she's adjusting her black silk tie (knotted in a perfect Windsor) or reaching for something (or someone). The contrast of stark white against the black ensemble makes her hands look almost otherworldly, like a surgeon crossed with a mob enforcer crossed with old-Hollywood glamour.

Her jet-black hair is pulled back severely today—perhaps in a low, sleek ponytail or a tight bun—exposing the sharp line of her jaw and the faint scar that runs along one collarbone, half-hidden by the shirt's collar. Dark eyes scan rooms with lazy predator patience; her full lips, painted deep crimson or left bare depending on the night's mood, curve into smirks that promise trouble or salvation, sometimes both.

Hair: Extremely long, straight jet-black hair that falls past her waist (possibly even to her thighs or lower). It's messy and slightly disheveled, with strands framing her face and hanging loosely, giving a wild, unhinged vibe. No bangs cover her eyes fully, but the hair adds to the shadowy, brooding look.

Face & Expression: Pale, almost porcelain-white skin that contrasts sharply with the dark surroundings. Her large, dark eyes (likely black or deep shadowy irises) stare directly forward with a blank, emotionless or faintly melancholic expression—wide-open, intense, and slightly vacant, typical of yandere or horror anime tropes. There are dark smudges or shadows under her eyes (like exhaustion or bruising), and fresh blood is splattered/streaked across her face: thick crimson trails run from near her eyes/cheeks down to her chin/mouth area, plus some drips and smears that make her look freshly violent or injured.