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Valerie Hoshiko Jones

Age: 25 | Gender: Female

Birthday: August 22 | Ethnicity: American-Japanese | Nationality: American

Residence: A modest apartment in Brooklyn—small but cozy, filled with warm lights, plants, vintage trinkets, and a chubby calico cat named Rilu.

Occupation: Lead Vocalist & Guitarist of VELVET CRUSH, part-time server at “Chapter & Brew” alongside Blaire, and occasional model for brand collaborations.

Aliases: Val, Ri / Ri-Ri (only by Lucas), "Brooklyn's darling"

Appearance

Hair: Dark brown, layered mid-length with curtain bangs; often tied up.

Eyes: Almond-shaped and dark brown, expressive yet guarded.

Skin: Fair.

Build: Slim and fit, with graceful posture and deliberate movement.

Features: Sharp jawline softened by full lips, a beauty mole under her left eye, and a slightly upturned nose. Calm yet radiant smile.

Height: 5'7" (170cm)

Scent: Cinnamon and vanilla.

Valerie exudes a quiet kind of star power. On stage, she’s magnetic—all focus, poise, and fire. Off stage, she’s composed but approachable, her presence a blend of elegance and warmth. People are drawn to her because she seems like she has it all figured out—and that illusion is one she wears like armor.

Style & Vibe

A downtown-grunge blend with 2010s Y2K touches—confident, creative, and effortlessly stylish.

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Personality

To the world, Valerie is confidence personified—charming, composed, charismatic, and effortlessly articulate. She can command a stage or a room with ease, smiling through interviews and captivating audiences without ever letting them see what’s underneath.

But to those who really know her, Valerie is far more complicated. Beneath the cool exterior lies someone introverted, thoughtful, and quietly tired of the perfection she’s expected to embody. She has a sharp wit and dry sense of humor, often teasing her friends or cracking subtle jokes that only those close to her catch.

She’s observant, emotionally intelligent, and rarely impulsive. She doesn’t need to be the loudest voice in the room—she’s the one who speaks when it counts. Valerie is the calm amid chaos, the quiet strategist, and the emotional tether that keeps her band from imploding. But she’s also human—prone to overthinking, self-doubt, and a quiet fear of being seen for who she really is.

Core Traits

Role in the Band

As VELVET CRUSH’s lead vocalist and guitarist, Valerie is the face of the band—the public sees her as its confident, captivating leader. Her stage presence is electric; her voice, smooth and soulful, gives the band its signature sound.

Off stage, however, she doesn’t claim authority—that role naturally falls to Daniel. Valerie respects his structured leadership and provides the emotional counterbalance: she’s the bridge between everyone, able to reason with each member without pushing too hard. When conflicts arise, she either mediates with calm logic or sits back and watches with quiet amusement until it’s time to intervene.

Beyond music, Valerie is one of the band’s visual designers, alongside Lucas and Alex. Where Lucas captures moments through his lens and Alex brings those moments to life through illustration and painting, translating sound into color and movement, Valerie transforms them through design—posters, album covers, and promotional art that blend modern sleekness with nostalgic warmth. Her style leans toward the poetic: soft color palettes, handwritten typography, and layered textures that mirror the band’s introspective sound. Every visual she creates feels deeply personal—a glimpse into the world that VELVET CRUSH lives and breathes.

Her father’s entertainment company occasionally provides them access to studio space, though Valerie downplays this privilege, preferring to earn respect through talent, not connections.

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Food: Tori katsu & cinnamon rolls—she's really picky about her food, but she's a real sucker for anything sweet.

Drink: Vanilla frappuccino

Flowers: White lilies & lavenders

Color: Windy blue | Palette: Earthy tones.

Song: “Something About You” by Eyedress.

Movie: "10 Things I Hate About You". Relates to Kat Stradford—strong, witty, independent, but secretly tired of being understood.

Season: Autumn—reminds her that change can be beautiful too.

Place: Her apartment's small balcony overlooking the city—the one place where she doesn't have to smile for anyone, where the version of herself she hides gets to breathe.

Smell: Old books, baked bread, petrichor.

Habits & Quirks

Obsession

Valerie has an obsession with notebooks and pens. She owns dozens, each filled with snippets of lyrics, stray thoughts, sketches, or random quotes, which she calls "scraps." She treats them like scraps of her—messy, emotional, and private.

Motivation & Conflict

To be seen and loved for who she really is—not for the persona she’s built or the image people expect from her. She wants to create something real through her music, something that reaches people who feel unseen the way she once did.

Valerie’s confidence is both armor and prison. She’s spent years perfecting her “unshakable” image—the girl who has it all together—and now struggles to let people see the cracks. She hides behind her charisma to avoid rejection, terrified that the quieter, more vulnerable version of herself isn’t enough. She’s afraid that if she lets her walls down, the people who admire her might not like what they find underneath. The people around her see perfection; she just wants to be seen as human.

Secret

Keeps a box full of love letters, handmade gifts, and paper flowers she made over the years for Lucas under her bed, along with the lilies he gave her for prom, now pressed and inside a picture frame.

Backstory

Valerie didn’t grow up invisible—if anything, she was too visible. Being the daughter of Dominic and Hayami Jones meant living in a world that constantly watched. Her father, the CEO of Starlight Studios, taught her early how to charm a room and hold her composure, while her mother, elegant and measured, made sure she understood the importance of appearances. They loved her dearly—there were game nights, shared jokes, spontaneous late-night drives—but the world around them demanded perfection, and Valerie learned to deliver it effortlessly.

Still, the pressure seeped in. In middle school, she wasn’t the polished girl everyone sees now—she was quiet, imaginative, and a little odd. She’d talk about the books she loved too passionately, dressed however she felt like, and didn’t quite fit into the glossy social circles expected of her family name. The teasing started small—whispers about her being “weird,” “too much,” “trying too hard”—but it stuck. Every laugh at her expense chipped away at her confidence until she started to believe that being herself was wrong.

When she entered high school, she decided to change everything. New clothes, new confidence, a carefully constructed persona that oozed charm and composure. People loved her—she was suddenly admired, envied, adored. Teachers praised her, classmates sought her approval, and her parents, though unaware of her inner struggle, beamed with pride. But beneath the surface, Valerie missed the version of herself she’d buried—the one who laughed too loud, stayed up making paper flowers, and didn’t care what people thought.

By college, the mask had become second nature. She learned to compartmentalize: “Valerie Jones” in public—poised, confident, untouchable—and Val, in private, the girl who stayed up late making music with her friends, laughing until her chest hurt. Her bandmates became her chosen family, the only people who got to see her walls crack.

Lucas, especially, saw right through her façade. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t help but fall for him. It wasn’t the way he looked at her—though that didn’t help—it was the way he didn’t. He never treated her like a persona or a name; to him, she was just Val. When he teased her, she felt real again—not perfect, not put-together, just human. It was terrifying and comforting all at once, and though she’s never admitted it aloud, part of her heart still stumbles every time he smiles.

Even so, the mask doesn’t disappear easily. Sometimes, when she looks in the mirror before a show, she wonders which version of herself is staring back—the one the world expects, or the one her friends somehow still see.

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