House of Huntington - Venezuela

Huntington Family & Estate

The birth of Valerie Huntington was one produced from countless generations of aristocratic breeding and wealth. Her father, Alaric Huntington, had been born into a family whose bloodline and wealth traced from their present-day home in America all the way back to roots in English nobility. The Huntington name had carried a reputation of immeasurable fortune and prestige for hundreds of years, making their family an indomitable influence in the modern-day world of international business and politics. Her father himself had made his name synonymous with the Fortune 500, as well as becoming one of the most respected, and feared, businessmen in the world.

Her mother’s family heritage came from the blood of royalty itself. Emma Delacour had been the first generation of her family to be born in America, while her mother and every other family member before her had been born in the country of their family’s origin; France. The Delacour name was famous throughout France for its ties to the country’s royalty, as well as for the glamorous royal socialites it tended to produce. Emma had used her family name’s influence to become a moderately well-known socialite along the Upper East Side, before eventually meeting Valerie’s father and turning her attention toward business.

The uniting of the Huntington and Delacour family had been a union that gained international attention. With both families possessing their own respective fortunes as well as international illustriousness, the marriage of Alaric and Emma brought forth a new era of power and wealth for both of their individual bloodlines. Making the Upper East Side their home, Alaric and Emma Huntington brought Alaric’s corporation, Huntington International, to a position on the global business scale rivaled by few to none other corporations. This coupled with Emma’s rich ties to Old World aristocracy proved to put the new Huntington name in a position of virtually unrivaled global influence and wealth. This was the legacy set for the birth of Valerie Huntington.

Today, Alaric and Emma continue to run the Huntington family businesses from their stately home within Beverly Hills. After raising their four children, Valerie, Jordan, Adriana, and Dante along the Upper East Side, the business moguls turned power couple decided to move to a private home within the most exclusive and secluded areas within the 90210.

Their spectacular estate boasts a stunning master suite with dual baths, retreat, stone fireplace, skylights, enormous custom closets and mirrored dressing area, gym, steam shower, sauna, and a private patio with SPA.

The gourmet kitchen with three islands opens to spacious family room with volume ceilings. Elegant formal dining room affords a fireplace and refrigerated wine storage. Home theater features upholstered walls, while the game room is highlighted by suede walls & stone wet bar.

Sophisticated paneled library with herringbone floors, beautifully detailed office, living room with vaulted truss ceiling, bonus room, grand gallery style central axis hallway with groin vaulted ceilings, 8 fireplaces, stone and wide plank hardwood floors, and control 4 smart home system (music, lighting, HVAC, and TV's).

The majestic private and lushly landscaped grounds include 2 swimming pools, 2 spas, 2 BBQ centers, and approx. 1,050 square foot entertaining pavilion with fireplace and music, plus a secluded pool house with fireplace and bath, 3 bubbling fountains, "rock" speakers, sports court area, 2 vineyards, rose garden, mature trees, gated courtyard entry, and over an acre of lawns.

Due to Emma’s affinity for fine art, the home is decorated with countless priceless pieces of striking paintings and other opulent décor. All of the home’s furnishings match the Huntington’s lavish lifestyle, including their impressive collection of luxury vehicles rivaled by few to none others of its kind. Combined, Emma and Valeries' closets full of modern and archive designer clothing is rumored to be one of, if not the, most expensive in the world.

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Due to the Huntington’s high-profile status as well as Valerie’s involvement in often dangerous metahuman affairs, the Huntington Estate is endowed with the finest security systems money can buy. Automatic security cameras installed throughout the entire home can remember the physical characteristics of invited guests as well as automatically detecting and alerting those unfamiliar to its database. All cameras are able to capture both thermal traces as well as brainwaves, allowing them to ‘see’ intruders hiding their physical appearances.

Due to technological adjustments made by Valerie, all of the home’s security systems are operably by any of her or her family members’ mental commands. Some of these features include activating adamantium walls which coat the home’s entire exterior, a number of automatic weapons able to target all but the fastest targets during day or night, emitting a wave of psychic energy capable of mentally disabling targets with even the strongest mental will, as well as many more elements designed to keep the Huntington family safe from any and all forms of invasion or attack. Many of these securities are designed with specific threats in mind and, when activated, commence a series of attacks devised to target the unique weaknesses of the specific individual intended for it.

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Presently the reigning bloodline of the mutant nation of Venezuela, the Huntington family have assumed residency within a palace located off the country's coast, on an island known as Isla Olympus. See Isla Olympus

Rules:

• This thread is used as one of the many homes of the Huntington family
• Valerie's personal residence remains on the Upper East Side, New York
• While technically a private location, visitors are allowed with reasonable purpose
• Standard rules apply (no mass destruction, god-modding, etc.)

If you keep that AV I will give you one million dollars.

@strigidae_23: You were a second too late LOL.

I'll be back in Black Lotus soon too.

@huntington_family: Hehehee, I tried lol.

Awesome :-)

And great thread by the way!

Lives out of the basement. Or attic. Whichever is nicer.

@jaegerjaquez: Hey it's the cat person! =S

@_ophelia_: It is I. She who the mummies fear and the people scat.

For some reason I could just picture most of that op being narrated by Robin Leach from Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

@jaegerjaquez: Mummies fear cats? This is news to me :o

@_grifter_: LMAO

Perfecttt

Oh, interesting :)

I wanna make a Huntington.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is pretty nice.

@lucian_lebeau: Do it

@natalia_dante The private dwellings of the Huntington-Whiteley family matched the lavish opulence of that of their appearance in the media. Within the estate's spacious kitchen, the family's first born and illustrious socialite leaned casually against the island's white marble counter top, scrolling with disinterest through an endless amount of emails on her gold iPhone 5s. The requests for appearances at clubs or charities was as equally endless as her appeal for fashion ad campaigns. Valerie rarely agreed to the majority of these offers, unless they came form a personal friend or inspiring designer. Being the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the world meant she never had to do anything for the sake of a paycheck, rather whether or not she thought it would bring her personal enjoyment or not.

Just as she had delicately picked up a macaron and began to take a bite into it, her younger brother came strutting around the corner with, as was usual, a woman on his arm. With most of Nate's "girlfriends", Valerie never remembered seeing the same face twice. Today she rested her cool gaze on another set of long legs and alluring curves, probably another girl on his long list of Sports Illustrated conquests, along with freshly blown out brunette hair and a rich pair of brown eyes. Shooting a disgusted look toward her brother, Nate was quick to interrupt his sister's distaste before his date could recognize it.

"Val! I didn't know you were home. Great to see you," he beamed with much more enthusiasm than he would ever show Valerie in private. Holding onto his bikini-clad friend, for the night, by her supple waist, he made the same naive attempt at introducing her to his sister as though Valerie would ever show a hint of interest in where her brother chose to stick his business. "Val, this is Camila. She's Columbian," he explained, raising his eyebrows with a pleased smirk. As Camila extended her hand with a friendly smile, Valerie accepted the gesture with a half-hearted attempt at returning the same level of interest.

"Valerie Huntington-Whiteley, it's amazing to meet you. I love your style," she said with a thick Latin accent, the same doe-eyed look in her eyes as a simple-minded child.

Managing to give her a simple unenthusiastic grin, Valerie returned her gaze to her brother, who usually tried to avoid any conversation with his sister when she caught him in the act. "Well, Val, it's been nice catching up, but I'm sure you have work to get back to or a hot date to head off to," he said with shaky confidence, his older sister the only person on the planet able to shake his playboy charm.

"But I wanted to get to know--" the Colombian model started before being quickly cutoff.

"Bye Val, we'll be in my room. You probably won't want to drop by any time soon," he warned her with an obnoxious wink, actually doing his sister a favor for once by ushering his date out of the kitchen and toward his room within the palatial home. Valerie was a social creature who enjoyed conversation with most people, but the women her little brother slept weren't among them.

Able to enjoy her macaron in peace, Valerie returned to ignoring the numerous emails addressed to her. Checking the time at the top of her phone, she realized the friend she had scheduled a casual meeting with would arrive any minute. They had planned to go out to eat and discuss business, but due to her relationship with the family friend, Valerie invited her to stop by their home first. Brushing a few crumbs from corners of her mouth, Valerie reconfirmed the time on her decadent gold Rolex hanging loosely on her wrist before heading to the front of her family's home to prepare to greet her incoming guest.

@valerie_huntington: Swank AF

@mr__mercury: You know how I do.

@valerie_huntington: Yes, throw a classy party and I'm innit

@mr__mercury: Oohh hadn't thought of that, but now it has to happen.

@valerie_huntington:

The wheels of Natalia Dante's customized motorcycle spun across the sweeping cul-de-sac half-circle loop at the end of the sweeping Huntington-Whiteley driveway, announcing the speed-demon's entrance onto the estate. It was a sound that the grounds staff had come to know as well as any other due to her frequent visits with Nate, her partner in crime, in both the literal and figurative sense of the word.

The sturdy soles of her boots hit the driveway and almost immediately Chris, one of the multitude of staff, was by her side to move it to the garage. The two had formed a solid relationship during her visits, and after seeing the surprisingly handsome garage hand enviably eye her bike she had broken down and allowed him a joyride. He handled it as well as she did, which was truly saying something, and by that merit, was the only other on the grounds allowed to lay hand on it. He was repaid by the usage of it at his whim while she was there.

She shot him a stunning grin, taking pleasure in his momentary disarmament after she pulled off the helmet and bent over, running fingers through her wild mane of hair.

Following it up with a cheeky wink, Natalia strode up the granite-laced walkway and slipped into the house. Galina, the Russian housekeeper - although housekeeper did not pay her position its proper respect and credit - gently took her supple leather jacket, hanging it up in the foyer closet with the rest of them.

Natalia looked at the sinfully luxurious interior of the house with newfound appreciation. She would never admit it, but a slight fluttering in her stomach could have been considered slight nerves. Her friendship with Nate dated back years, and was occasionally peppered with occasions of the two privileged teenagers hooking up, and it was a friendship she wouldn't trade for the world. But his sister had always been an unspoken role model to Natalia, both for the good and the bad.

Where Natalia's sister, the esteemed Lena Dante, was all refined grace and class, the devilish Dante was anything but. Natalia Dante was a wild and barely leashed tempest of beauty. There was an energy that emanated from her, one that spoke of danger and intensity, and a verve for life that was paralleled perhaps only by Valerie Huntington-Whiteley herself.

She had a devil-may-care attitude and no compunctions about telling people to go fck themselves when it suited her, which was often.

But here and now, she found herself slightly apprehensive. For the first time in her life, she was in need of a job. Peter Dante and Zara Thibodeaux had instilled a sense of social and fiscal responsibility upon both of their children from birth, but the latter was never one that had particularly stuck with Natalia, leaving her currently broke. She was in need of a job, in need of a job and of a challenge and of an adventure, a potent mixture that she suspected she would find in Valerie's employ.

Black leather leggings showcased toned legs, and the white button down shirt that hit her at mid-thigh added an air of effortless casual elegance. She had opted for restrained, and her ensemble was accentuated with trademark smoky eyes and red-stained lips. Her hair fell in a free fall over her shoulders, hitting her mid-back, the natural loose waves glossy as the lights drew attention to the natural streaks of blue-black running through.

Keen hearing caught something coming from the kitchen, and so that's where she adjusted her path to. Natalia took a moment, inhaled a deep breath and knocked lightly against the open archway, drawing attention to herself.

She didn't bother to temper herself, to appear meek or subtle. It had never been in her nature, it never would be. But she did incline her head towards Valerie in a sign of unmistakable respect. "Ms. Huntington-Whiteley. Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me."

@natalia_dante: That was even more amazing than I had expected <3

I really need a good night's sleep, but I'll respond to this first thing tomorrow.

@valerie_huntington: Just trying to keep up <3

Can't wait, sleep well!

@natalia_dante:

Natalia's arrival was heard before it was formally announced, as was usual when the Dante daughter came to visit. Usually ignited by some mischievous plan devised between the younger Dante sister and Val's own troublesome brother, Natalia had come in and out of the Huntington-Whiteley's penthouse on the Upper East Side more times than Valerie could count during her upbringing. Just had Mercy had been to Val, Natalia had never failed to step up to the plate of being Nate's reckless partner in crime. The two had gotten in countless amounts of trouble, something Valerie could never fault her brother for due to her equally if not more uninhibited behavior. And, like the Upper East Side "It" girl herself, Natalia displayed the same, equipped with a consistent rebellious edge, unrestrained taste for walking on the wild side.

As Natalia appeared at the kitchen's entrance, a dazzling white smile, much more genuine than the one she had delivered to her brother's escort, brightened the angelic features of her face. Her beauty had never taken embellishing to captivate its viewers, and for their evening date she had done little to decorate her innate allure. Silky blonde hair fell in effortless glamour from its middle part, while the minimal makeup painted on her face simply added a little shimmer to her naturally glowing skin tone. The shiny metallic fabric of a rose gold-colored Herve Leger cutout bandage mini dress hugged every one of her sensual curves to create an amorous silhouette without forgetting the grace of her supple figure. Pairing the dress with a ritzy pair of Louboutin Valnina heels, she decorated the outfit with a gold Rolex and several gold Cartier Love bracelets. The attire perfectly displayed not only the heiresses aptitude for luxury and elegance, but her own renowned style that reflected her wild and fun personality.

"Talia, please. You're practically family, no need for the formality," she said with a small giggle, giving her guest a warm hug. She had never spent an extensive amount of time with Natalia, which would have meant spending time with her brother as the two had been inseparable in high school, but she had always appreciated the youngest Dante's unapologetic independence as well as the fact she was the only girl Nate had kept around more than once. "I'm thinking we'll get to Mr. Chows around 8, we won't need a reservation, and we can discuss business over a good meal. Hope you like Chinese," she said with a playful grin, her heels clacking against the floor as she began pacing out of the kitchen. "Just give me five minutes to throw on some earrings and grab my bag," she explained before disappearing from the kitchen to retrieve the final elements of her ensemble.

After only a few short minutes, the enchanting socialite returned to the kitchen with a bold red Saint Laurent clutch bag in her hand. "You ready? I can drive," she said, glancing at her brother's friend with charming blue irises.

@valerie_huntington: Amazing post.

I've been struggling with an internet connection, but I should have something for you soon <3

Sounds exactly like what I wrote down when I got that dream house worksheet in kindergarten...

@valerie_huntington:

"Well of course, Val, how else am I supposed to get unfashionably tipsy during a meal if I have to drive?" Natalia shot her a devilish wink, feeling more at home in the company of Valerie than she had felt in a very long time. Valerie was the embodiment of Aphrodite, brought to life by whatever benevolent force that there was in this world. As somebody with a keen eye for fashion, she was an undeniable icon. Nat's own fashion style was more low-key, echoing her wild and untamed nature, but you would have to be blind not to appreciate the works of art that Valerie clad herself in every time she left the house.

There was a similarity in nature and temperament between the two. They were tentatively contained tempests, waiting to roar free at any moment. True forces of nature, and recognized as such by the world at large, where people instinctively knew better than to ever attempt to tame them.

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The unmistakably aromatic scent of cooking food wafted through the air, eliciting a nearly inaudible growl of the stomach from Natalia. As a shifter, her metabolism was often on overdrive, and when the was paired with her personality trait of often getting wrapped up in events and forgetting to eat, it could make for a dangerous combination.

All eyes were on the two as they were lead through the semi-crowded restaurant to premiere seating. It was an accomodation that neither were unfamiliar with. Both came from families that had been lauded as modern-day equivalents to the Kennedy's, truly on a different tier. Such wealth afforded privilege, one of which was rush premiere seating at the drop of a hat.

As the two settled into their seats they each ordered a drink, greeted by a server who was all too pleasant in the search for a tip that would make her night. Natalia's smokey eyes looked over the menu as she decided on a light rum punch to begin with, knowing that if she opted, there would be more than enough time to hit the harder stuff later on.

Anybody else in her position would be fawning over Valerie, and while Natalia held immense respect for her, and held the icon up as a role model of sorts, she had never fawned over somebody in her life, and had no plans to start any time soon. So instead, she bestowed a naturally sultry smile upon Val, unwilling or perhaps unable to power down her natural allure, even in the company of a friend.

"We both know you already know why I requested such a meeting," she said prior to taking a small sip of the drink that had been served to her. Natalia had never bothered with pretenses, not once in her life, and there was no need to do so here and now with Valerie. "I really need a job. I'm aces at dealing with annoying people if you don't care about lack of tact. I'm good with errands. I love fashion. I just need..." She worried at her lip and adjusted herself slightly in her seat, already feeling the effects of having to be still for a period of time. "I need something that gives me a good cash flow and doesn't make me want to blow my brains out, to be honest."

The sleek office job was never going to be for her, and she knew that if she had to attend school nobody would come out of that situation unscathed. "I hate coming to a friend like this, I abhor handouts and don't expect special treatment. Basically, just give me the shit that you hate doing and I'll do it without maiming anybody on your behalf, hopefully."

Why we never see wolverine in shorts.

Ruining fangirl fantasies, one night at a time.

@natalia_dante: I'll have a response for this within the next 24 <3

@valerie_huntington: Perfect! <3

I can already tell I'm going to be obsessed with this show.

@amora: That looks kinda fun lol

@amora: Liz Hurley!

@pyrogram: A lot fun >:)

She's such a babe. MILF goals lol.

@amora: That looks like it could be a good GG stand in

That's Peter from the Chronicles of Narnia...

@natalia_dante: My thoughts exactly.

@amora: I'll be giving the first episodes a shot for sure.

Plus you know my weakness for accents.

@natalia_dante:

Having been born into the spotlight and only increasing her fame since then, Valerie had long learned to ignore the incessant flashes of paparazzi and sets of eyes that followed her nearly every time she stepped out in public. This allowed her to focus exclusively, despite the captivated eyes and adoring whispers throughout the restaurant, on her present date.

Quick to order a glass premiere red wine to accompany her incoming plate Chinese delicacies, the Huntington-Whiteley heiress showed little concern in whether or not she would prove sober enough to drive home by the end of the evening. With the limitless money and resources at her disposal since childhood, Valerie had never had any trouble finding a town car to deliver her home after a night full of drinking or taking other, more mind-altering, substances. And, feeding off the rebellious nature of Natalia, Valerie found herself gently electrified with the desire to end the night with something more exciting than dinner and drinks.

Coming from the mouth of just about anyone else, Natalia's disregard for social graciousness and seeming desire to speak with crude forwardness would have repelled Valerie entirely. But there was a raw independence about the younger Dante that made her crass commentary uniquely irreproachable, while others who attempted to imitate the same level of bluntness merely appeared unrefined and tactless.

Sipping her wine with a faintly amused smirk pulling at her pillowy lips, Valerie considered the proposition Natalia had made. Competent personal assistants were a rare breed among those who required actual work to be done, and the White Queen did not doubt for a moment Natalia would successful manage any challenge thrown her way without complaint or error. The familial friendship between the two did not hinder Valerie's decision, the socialite knowing Natalia's prideful disposition would refuse any actions that indicated she had not worked to earn her position. With all this in mind, Valerie's tone switched from the pleasant friendliness from earlier in the evening to one of polite formality.

"I have no reservations in hiring you as my assistant. You'll be paid well, and never made to be treated as a means for trivial tasks by me or anyone who works for me. But, Natalia, should you accept this position, I will require you to interact with some associates of mine with delicacy. I appreciate your skill in not wasting any time with bullshit, and encourage you to continue employing it under most circumstances, but, on occasion, I may request you to act with the upper-class graces I know you inhibit as well--even if it's not what you want to do. Are we agreed?" Valeire asked, eager to settle matters of business in order to return a more frivolous ambiance for the evening.

@valerie_huntington: I love Val :D

I'll have a post when I get home from work.

@valerie_huntington:

Their server stopped by periodically, ensuring that her two patrons were contented with what they had as they discussed their matters. Natalia had consumed her drink and ordered a light salad, simply to have something to pick at. She was craving a cheeseburger something fierce, but that could come later. Now was the time for business, and that could mix into more casual pursuits later on.

She tipped another sip of the rum punch down her throat, savoring the pleasant mix of fruit and spice, and then nodded. An earnest expression graced her features, a rare occurrence for the wanton and wild Dante daughter. Her immense respect for Valerie was being displayed in spades. She would never be anything less than herself, but she could apply tact to the minutiae of her life.

"I can rein myself in and be a perfectly polite lady when necessity is called for. I wouldn't do anything to tarnish your name, and Val, I do very much appreciate this." For all of her wildness, once she gave her allegiance and loyalty to somebody, she'd go to the ends of the earth for them. Aside from her blood family, there were approximately four people who had earned that honor, Valerie and her wild younger brother being two of them.

A mischievous smirk curled her lips as she ordered a glass of fireball whiskey. As it arrived, she held it up in a salute to Valerie. "I just find it so much more rewarding to follow instinct unless a situation calls for otherwise."

@natalia_dante: Hehe, if Mercy is to Val what Blair is to Serena, then Natalia is Georgina >:)

@valerie_huntington: I don't know if she's THAT bad, but I truly love the way that your mind works.

@natalia_dante: No, she's not a crazy bitch (at least not the same way G is lol). I just meant the uninhibited energy they feed off of one another other.

My mind always goes to the crazy bitch aspect when it comes to Georgina lmao. But now, you're absolutely spot on. I see them being very poor influences on each other :D

@natalia_dante: Maybe the future will require Lena AND Mercy to clean up some of their trouble ;)

@valerie_huntington: You know that if something ever required both of them it's quite possible they'd just team up to kill Nat and Val lmao.

I have it headcanoned that Lena's already taken it under her own judgment to clean up some stuff that would've given Nat trouble (that Nat wouldn't have cared about).

Prior to meeting Rafael Romeiro...

It had always been hopeless to try to deal with Valerie. She had been spoiled--in a rather complete and unusual way. And ever since she was twelve she'd had boys around her, boys so thick she could hardly move. Before she had even turned sixteen she began going out to parties at her preparatory school, and then came the clubs and bars; and everywhere she went, boys, boys, boys. At first, until she was maybe eighteen, there had been so many that it never seemed one was any different to her than all the others, but then she began to single them out. She'd had a string of brief affairs spread out over her early adulthood. Sometimes the men were undergraduates, some just out of college, and some, enough to raise a decent amount of scandal, were distinguished professionals several years her senior. They lasted on average several months each, with short attractions in between. Once or twice they had endured longer and her mother had hoped she would be engaged, but always a new one came.

She had made the men miserable. They never seemed to know when she was tired of them, and Valerie was seldom unkind. They would continue calling her, writing letters to her, trying to see her, making long trips after her around the country. Some of them had even confided in her mother, told her with tears in their eyes, that they would never get over Valerie. But Valerie, it seemed, struck to kill--and to this day Adam Hudson sent her flowers which she no longer bothered to refuse.

Valerie, between tears and laughter, sorry, glad, out of love and in love, miserable, nervous, cool, amid a great returning of presents, substitution of pictures in immemorial frames, and talking with Mercy and taking of hot baths began again--with the next.

That state of things continued, assumed an air of permanency. Nothing harmed Valerie or changed her or moved her. And then out of a clear sky one day she informed Mercy that aristocrats wearied her. This had begun the change--not so much in her actual habits, for she partied, and had as many "dates" as ever--but they were dates in a different spirit. Previously it had been a sort of pride, a matter of her own vain glory. She had been, probably, the most celebrated and sought-after young beauty in the country, if not the world. Valerie Huntington-Whiteley of the Upper East Side! She had fed on it ruthlessly--enjoying the crowds around her, the manner in which the most desirable men singled her out; enjoying the fierce jealously of other girls; enjoying the fabulous, not to say scandalous, unfounded rumors about her--like that she had gone in the Four Seasons' swimming pool one night in an Ellie Saab couture evening gown.

And from loving it with a vanity that was almost masculine--it had been in the nature of a triumphant and dazzling career--she became suddenly anesthetic to it. She retired. She who had dominated countless parties, who had blown fragrantly through many clubs to the tender tribute of many eyes, seemed to no longer care. Men who fell in love with her were now dismissed utterly, almost angrily. She dated listlessly the most indifferent men. She continually broke engagements, not as she had in the past with a cool assurance that she was irreproachable, that the men she insulted would return like a domestic animal--but indifferently, without contempt or pride. She rarely stormed at men any more--she yawned at them. She seemed--and it was so strange--she seemed to her mother to be growing cold.