Danara Alexandrei May 23, 2011 17:20:14 GMT -5
Post by Danara Alexandrei on May 23, 2011 17:20:14 GMT -5
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Forever.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Isaac Tymms, Paris Musuko, Fedafyr
HOW YOU FOUND US: Yikes.
“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts. . .
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's alright because I love the way you lie.
I love the way you lie. . . ”
NICKNAMES: Dani, Dan, Danny Boy
BIRTHDAY: April 2
PLAY-BY: Christine Johnson xchristinex89x.deviantart.com/Defining Features: Black eyes, 5'6" and 142 lbs, dragon tattoo up her left arm, flame tattoo on her right hip
Slender would be an incorrect descriptor of her body, but one commonly used by those who happen to notice her briefly. Her breasts are slightly above average, her hips just shy of giving her an hourglass figure. Dani doesn't shine like some fallen star to the passing eye, but she looks her best in a gym, where her physique shines. Her arms are toned, her legs thick and quite long, and her body type is definably athletic.
Her face is smooth, and seems to be blessed with a fair and clean complexion. Her eyes are colored black, lightening to a dark grey in the full light of the sun. Her lips sit around just slightly crooked teeth, just enough to be definable with well presented canines. Her hair never gets too long, and always stands up off the back, as if she doesn't do anything with it when she wakes up in the morning. It could inspire jealousy in other girls how little effort she puts into looking decent.
Danara seems to be impervious to the cold; the only thing that inspires her to wear sleeves seems to be the most intense snow storms. Her lack of modesty causes some dissension around the schoolground, as she is not unknown for walking down to the vending machines in the late night in nothing but a bra and underwear.
Danara's violent temper has gotten her in trouble more than once in her youth, and it has not improved with her new imprisonment. She's stubborn and headstrong, and reserves her faith for herself. Her pride is also her greatest setback, making her gruff and hard to get along with and not suitable for group activities. Her competitive nature bars her from team sports, and manifests itself in a boiling undercurrent that inspires rash words that are soon followed by flying fists.
She's aimless, and has little conviction for anything. Like any kid in their teens, she's still seeking who she really is. Her opinion on Haven is simple--a cage is a cage, no matter if the keeper is attempting to save the lives of the captured.
She's not above using the people around her, either. It's not that she actively seeks to manipulate those around her, she just falls into easy patterns of flirtation to get what she needs--or to piss people off. Her hedonistic nature has given her a bit of a reputation as a slut and a drunk, although she's only familiar with sex up until third base.
She fears the Reverie as much as she is addicted to it. Haven is too small for her, and Danara often disappears for a while as she roams the perimeter of the walls, dreaming of a weakness, an overlooked tree a little too close, or cracks in the marble. The Reverie proves to be the only vast place she experiences in here, but it is also the lock that was hung on her cage's door.
As a small child, Danara was born to a wealthy family. Her life lacked nothing. Her virtual palace of a mansion was set against the backdrop of a forested mountainside. She was free to run anywhere, and she did until she came crashing back down into her world.
Her father was her best friend, and her mother was her teacher. They shared in the process of grooming and disciplining her. She was able to calm herself enough to present herself for the balls and the social parties, like the debutante she was supposed to be, and when she wasn't under the microscopes of the social elite, she was wild and free, able to invest her time in anything she wished--martial arts, swordplay, violin. . .
Then, at a political rally, her mother was killed in a violent outburst by opposition. Her father stopped, like he had lost the key to wind his gears. Danara's life stopped dead--the pause button in a visceral sense. And when it started again, it went real fast to catch up.
Her father remarried--for Danara, he said, but she didn't want any other mother. The woman ran the house, and Danara found herself in private school--a first for her. The idea of a school uniform was appalling, and Danara balked first, but her new Mummy Dearest wouldn't hear it. Her father wasn't confident enough to make decisions, and he sided with his new wife and the new home nanny.
So, Dani escalated the fight.
13 schools in one year--that was her record. She fought, she spoke rashly, and she was sharp as a knife with her damage.
When she started screaming in the night at 14 years old, they thought it was just a sign of her inability to cope with her mother's death.
Then they took her away.
And no matter how free the communication was, no matter how her father explained this was important--that he couldn't wait for her to die, so this was the only option, and he would be better when she came back.
He was as close to himself as he had been, so she said she was okay, and started playing happy over the phone.
But this was a cage, and she constantly stared at the sky with that lust for flight.
DELUSION : THE PRISMA DRAGON : DRAGONCHILD
When Danara was first introduced to the Reverie, she thought it just a dream as anyone else would. She reigned over what she passed, bullying the creatures around. She found she could breathe fire, move large objects, and the colors of her scales changed depending on the mood she felt. Every night, she disappeared violently. She earned infamy, as she moved through. By the time she realized it was a real world, Danara had long since created a persona of mayhem and a reputation of merciless evil.
Now she dreads the night, unhappy with the world she had created for herself now. Her dragon form is mostly human, with draconic appendages and extremities. She stands anywhere from 4 feet tall to 8 feet depending on the night, and she hasn't figured out how it is effected by her reality.