Post by delilah on Feb 18, 2013 7:36:19 GMT
DELILAH RAE DUCHESNE !
'the stitches are all out but your scars are healing wrong'
'the stitches are all out but your scars are healing wrong'
HEY THERE! SO, TELL US ABOUT YOU ... LET'S START OFF WITH THE BASICS. WHAT DO WE NEED TO KNOW?
"Well, as I'm sure you already know, I'm Delilah Rae Duchesne and I'm kind of a nobody. Honestly I don't even know why you're bothering to ask me about myself, I'm not worth your time, but I'll tell you anyways. Uh.. I go by Lila sometimes, although that was more of a family name and.. well I'll just say I haven't been called that in a long time. A very long time. I was born on May 5th, 1987 which makes me 26 for anyone who's getting technical, but hey, age is just a number, right? Species? Um. Well last time I checked there was only one, unless you want to count book-lovers and people who keep to themselves as another race all together, then I suppose I'm human. I honestly don't think I need to point out that I'm a female, I mean, I know I'm not exactly the most attractive thing on this earth but I certainly don't look like a guy... Right? If there's some kind of war going on right now that I don't know about, I'm going to be corny here and say I'm Switzerland. Count me out. Sexuality... Well I, um, I don't li-.. er.. Is this really even necessary? Ok, fine. Guys, I like men. I'm straight. H-e-t-e-r-o-s-e-x-u-a-l. There, I said it. Now finish scribbling in your little notepad and let's move on."
SO, A LITTLE BIRDY TOLD ME THAT YOU ARE GORGEOUS. DESCRIBE YOURSELF.
"My appearance huh? Well I hope you're not expecting some self-confident woman to start bragging about their latest boob job and how good it looks and I'm rambling now. I guess to sum it up I'm a petite person. I've never been very.. heavy as far as weight goes, and the whole 'I'm fat!' thing has never really bothered me. I weigh around 120lbs right now, and I've never really gotten much heavier since I was a kid. Maybe I have some kind of disorder or something. Anyway, I'm small and short, 'delicate' as some people would put it, but I only stand at around 5'5''. I know it's not something most girls say about themselves, but I don't really have any quarrels with my hair. It goes down to about the base of my shoulders, but I cut it every now and then, usually with the seasons. It's easy to manage, usually hangs pretty straight and collected on it's own and I've been told it feels more like silk than like hair, but that view was probably pretty biased... Uh, I'm a natural blonde and I've never died it any other color, probably because I'd look way more pale than I already am if I made it any darker. My skins light, and I mean light. I can't tan at all, I burn. I uh... Yeah, yeah, I have a tattoo. Its on my hip. A bird in a cage, well, a caged bird rather. I'm not going to go into details about it's personal meaning because.. well, it's personal. And for anyone who wants to know I have scars on my back.. they were... from.... a uh, tree. Yeah, a tree. Accident as a kid, you know how things are.
Ah! Clothes! Well, I'm not ashamed to say that I'm not a die-hard shoppaholic. Clothes are.. well just clothes to me, but I don't mind looking pretty either. I prefer comfort over appearance and I tend to wear a lot of leggings and easy fitting jeans. Sandals, flip flops, toms, things that are comfortable to wear. On occasion, and I mean rarely, I'll wear a dress or something a little more fancy. I don't... really go out to parties or fancy get-togethers really, I prefer my own company, so you won't find me wearing a dress 24/7. Actually, now that I think about it, a lot of people tell me I look like Charlize Theron. I don't know who she is, but she's probably a lot prettier and more successful than I am. Just my luck, huh?"
I'M SURE YOUR PERSONALITY IS SOMETHING ELSE COMPLETELY. TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF, WE WANT TO KNOW YOU BETTER!
"Hmmm, where to start with this one. I'm quiet, I can tell you that much at least. I prefer to keep to myself if I can, I guess I just like my own company. I trust myself the most, and it's hard for me to really trust another person on a deep level because of things that have happened to me in my past. I'm not an introvert though, well not totally anyway. I enjoy interacting with other people too, I'd probably go off the deep end if I was completely isolated, but I don't have to be in someone else's company 24/7 to be happy. I guess you could call me shy, at least around people I don't know. It takes awhile for me to open up to anyone, but once I know you pretty well and I trust you enough to be myself around you, I can be a little more outgoing. Daring, if you want to call it that. I love books, if you didn't already know. They're like a second world you can get lost in and they make life so much more interesting. Umm, I don't really like people that pry. It bugs me when someone has to know everything there is to know about a person the first time they meet. I mean, I understand that serious er... relationships require your... er.. partner knowing you inside and out, but that should be done over time. Not at some meet and greet where you've known each other for five minutes.
Overly bubbly people can get on my nerves, I'm not afraid to say, simply because I don't have that kind of energy. I'm not trying to be rude but, I see them as insatiable little lap dogs that won't stop barking. Sorry, that was rude.. but you asked! Moving on.. I adore the sea. Water in general, really. I love to swim and it holds a lot of good memories for me. Horror movies. You wouldn't think a small and 'delicate' woman like me would enjoy these things but I love them. I'm not a thrill junkie, really, but I enjoy a good scare every now and then. Knives terrify me. I'm not going to say anything more on that one though. I hate winter. It's so cold and miserable, and it drains the life out of everything. Although I do love sitting in front of a warm fire and reading a good book, but that's about all it's good for. Extreme realists drive me up the wall. I understand that every aspect of life could probably be explained with some complicated scientific formula, but wouldn't you prefer to dwell in the mystery of it all? I mean really, live a little. Fears... Dying, but I'm pretty sure that's a given. Having any major surgeries. Knives terrify me, so little pointy instruments being used on me is absolutely out of the question. Um... well I guess... falling in love. I don't know what it is, and as exciting and wonderful as it sounds, I can't help but feel frightened by how much it's going to change me. I like the way I am now, I'm comfortable. A desire? That's kind of personal, don't you think? Does it have to be some really aspiration thing or can it be something like pizza? I could really go for some pizza right now. No? I guess to have a family of my own someday. Cheesy, I know but I don't have anything else for you.
I'm a nice person, I think. I don't go out of my way to be mean to people, and I'm guilty of sugar coating things for others because I don't want to rude but... sometimes things just need to be said. Strengths.. I'm intelligent I guess. I made good grades in college and high school and reading really helps with your vocabulary... Uh.. I'm good with animals? It probably helps that I love them and nature to death but... yea. I'm pretty good at reading people I suppose. I can usually tell when they mean what they say, or what kind of vibe they give off. As for weaknesses.. well for one I'm not physically strong at all. I'm literally weak. I'm not much of a fluent... social person? I'm kind of awkward on the social scene. I have this horrible thing called curiosity. I'm not a bad person, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I just can't help myself and I've got to be in the know. Ya know?
Habits.. I bite my lip when I'm nervous and... I play with my hair when I'm thinking hard or concentrating on something. A secret? Well I secretly wish I could start my life over I guess. Or have another chance at a childhood. Nothing.. juicy, sorry.
Romance? Seriously is there anything you guys leave alone? I'm not a romantic. Sure, I think romantic gestures are cute and all, but I've never been on the receiving end of them so I don't really know what it's like. I'm awkward around guys, to be blunt. I feel like I'm constantly trying to impress th- Ok, no. You got your answer. Next question!"
I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HISTORY ... I'M SURE IT WILL BE INTRUIGING!
"I really, really don't like to talk about this, so I'm going to give you the barest description I can. To be blunt, I didn't have a wonderful childhood. No one's perfect, I get that, but mine wasn't exactly happy. I was born to my mother, Elizabeth and my father, Alex and I had two older brothers, twins actually, Jonathan and Jacob. They were both born 5 years before me. Everything was fine and dandy for the first few years of my childhood. Most of my happy memories come from this time in my life, but it was short lived. When I turned 15 both of my brothers, Jacob and Jonathan, joined the army. They went to bootcamp, did all the training, spent the next two years away from home before they were shipped off to some war I never knew about. Three years went by and we never heard from them, not once.
Unlike my parents, I'd never given up hope on them. I knew one day they'd come back through our door and we'd all be reunited like a family again. What I didn't know was that they'd both come back in coffins. I'll spare you the sobstory, but it was a tragic thing for our family to take on. My father was perhaps the most devastated. He ended up losing his job because he was so burdened with grief, and after that he fell to drink. That's when the problems really started. He became abusive, constantly drowning himself in alcohol and letting me and my mother pay the price. I have the scars to prove it. Anyway, things got worse and worse, and at one point my mother finally decided that it was time to do something, to stand up for herself and me. It was late sunday evening, there was football on the tv and my father was sucked into the game as per usual, leaving parenting and housekeeping up to me and my mother. So my mom, bless her heart, decided to pack two bags, one for the each of us and tell my father that we were leaving him. At first he was quiet, almost as if he hadn't heard her say the words, but things changed quickly. It ended with him slitting her throat in front of my eyes. I told you I don't like knives. Anyway, after that I spent the next years catering to my father's every whim, dealing with a drunken bastard every night and having to keep quiet all those years about what he did. I still haven't told anyone. Well, except you, but this is confidential and apparently mandatory so. As soon as I could I left, went to some small community college and got a degree in english, moved again and now here I am. That's pretty much my life."
AH, AND WHO IS THIS AMAZING MASTERMIND BEHIND THE LIKES OF YOU?
"The person behind the 'mask' persay is Chase. She's about as mary sue as you get. She's a female, and yes, her name really is Chase. A random fact.. well she raises sheep. Lambs to be exact. Strange huh? Almost as strange as having a boys name. But enough about her. Next!"
On another OOC note I just wanted to apologize for my absence during the activity check. I was ill due to my appendix and I couldn't reach a computer and only recently returned. I decided to reapply with an OC instead of a canon so that if for some reason I do have to leave the site so soon after I rejoin, I'm not claiming a main character, ya know? Anyway, I should be much more active from now on, unless my body starts to have all sorts of random crap go wrong with it, but, you know how that is. Again, I'm really sorry for my absence and I hope I can rejoin the party!
The following post is from the point of view of a wolf.
The sky had darkened abruptly, clouds rolling from the north and bringing promises of rain. They swelled with the weight of water, darkening and growing more daunting as time passed. Massive dire stood in wait, lurking within the shadows of the firs and pines. His previous intentions had been on a walk, to clear his mind of the boisterous activity of Shadovale. To the king's surprise, one member had been missing from the jeer and up beat rally and on his travels away from the group, the scent became stronger in tide.
Curiosity enveloped the beast as an investigation soon became his objective, and with the silence of the forest aiding him in his concealment, a meeting had a watchmen. Cabaret had meandered away from the eyes of Shadovale to partake in an illegal exchange. Ice blue eyes, sharp with intensity had studied the secretive and brief rendezvous -- his omega and a Blackheart. Now, Akando new the foreign pirate like activity of the soulless pack --which entirely labeled them as enemies in his mind-- and his wariness grew into rage.
Detected by neither himself nor his brother Aluet, the conniving little bastard had slipped past them effortlessly while he carried on with his repugnant trades in a shroud of secrecy. Mind began to test the loyalty of each and every member, dragging out possible accomplices to the traitor. Of course, whilst all of this internal rambling took place, an ear was carefully glued to the words that hissed from between the betrayer's teeth, catching the name he uttered to himself in reassurance. The dull flame that had begun to burn within him ignited into a wildfire, and the alpha found himself uncontrollable with the realization he had been deceived.
Muscles coiled, the flames licking at his stillness and shriveling it into ash as the wolf's gait was quickly changed into a robust gallop. Tail flagged above his spine and arched with dominance as the tree-line was broken -- the only barrier between the lowly 'omega' and the enraged alpha. Akando hit the brakes casually, ice blue eyes burning dangerously as they settled upon the black figure of Cabaret, who was rolling himself in a puddle of thick mud, encasing and fading the scent of Blackheart quite effectively. No matter, the dominant wolf had seen all he needed to prosecute the omega with treachery, and to punish him accordingly.
"Thought you had us fooled didn't you Cabaret? Or should I call you Der Rabe?" It was clearly game over for the supposed omega of Shadovale. Bronze locks of fur were swept up in a gust of wind, the scent of a coming storm only intensifying the tension that rang throughout the atmosphere. "I should have your head traitor, severed from your neck with the grains of my teeth and fed to the buzzards so that I may keep your skull as a reminder!" Lips had already been peeled from gums to expose the glinting points of his teeth in potent aggression. A shockingly thunder-like snarl boomed from his chest towards the less than innocent male, fur spiked with anger.
Akando was quick to take the offense, shooting like a bullet from his standoff position and launching an attack. Jaws were gaped and a sea of teeth was hurled towards the face of the dire's new victim, eyes ignited like blue wildfires. Bronzed king would attempt to snap his jaws onto the snout of the lower ranking wolf, shifting his weight forward in order to usher him to the dirt in a plow like move. Should he miss, the rebound was sure to reach perfection. Ideally, he would go down without a fight, perhaps plead for his life a few times beneath the rage that was now the alpha of Shadovale. The valiant knight suited for armor would not bear mercy on the soul of the damned, and should this wretched male put up a fight against the usually non violent Akando, he would surely be maimed of his heart and breath. No, the cons clearly outweighed the pros for the sad little Blackheart, and surely the Reaver would hand him to Akando without hesitation. After-all, he deserved it, he deserved his ass handed to him.
The sky had darkened abruptly, clouds rolling from the north and bringing promises of rain. They swelled with the weight of water, darkening and growing more daunting as time passed. Massive dire stood in wait, lurking within the shadows of the firs and pines. His previous intentions had been on a walk, to clear his mind of the boisterous activity of Shadovale. To the king's surprise, one member had been missing from the jeer and up beat rally and on his travels away from the group, the scent became stronger in tide.
Curiosity enveloped the beast as an investigation soon became his objective, and with the silence of the forest aiding him in his concealment, a meeting had a watchmen. Cabaret had meandered away from the eyes of Shadovale to partake in an illegal exchange. Ice blue eyes, sharp with intensity had studied the secretive and brief rendezvous -- his omega and a Blackheart. Now, Akando new the foreign pirate like activity of the soulless pack --which entirely labeled them as enemies in his mind-- and his wariness grew into rage.
Detected by neither himself nor his brother Aluet, the conniving little bastard had slipped past them effortlessly while he carried on with his repugnant trades in a shroud of secrecy. Mind began to test the loyalty of each and every member, dragging out possible accomplices to the traitor. Of course, whilst all of this internal rambling took place, an ear was carefully glued to the words that hissed from between the betrayer's teeth, catching the name he uttered to himself in reassurance. The dull flame that had begun to burn within him ignited into a wildfire, and the alpha found himself uncontrollable with the realization he had been deceived.
Muscles coiled, the flames licking at his stillness and shriveling it into ash as the wolf's gait was quickly changed into a robust gallop. Tail flagged above his spine and arched with dominance as the tree-line was broken -- the only barrier between the lowly 'omega' and the enraged alpha. Akando hit the brakes casually, ice blue eyes burning dangerously as they settled upon the black figure of Cabaret, who was rolling himself in a puddle of thick mud, encasing and fading the scent of Blackheart quite effectively. No matter, the dominant wolf had seen all he needed to prosecute the omega with treachery, and to punish him accordingly.
"Thought you had us fooled didn't you Cabaret? Or should I call you Der Rabe?" It was clearly game over for the supposed omega of Shadovale. Bronze locks of fur were swept up in a gust of wind, the scent of a coming storm only intensifying the tension that rang throughout the atmosphere. "I should have your head traitor, severed from your neck with the grains of my teeth and fed to the buzzards so that I may keep your skull as a reminder!" Lips had already been peeled from gums to expose the glinting points of his teeth in potent aggression. A shockingly thunder-like snarl boomed from his chest towards the less than innocent male, fur spiked with anger.
Akando was quick to take the offense, shooting like a bullet from his standoff position and launching an attack. Jaws were gaped and a sea of teeth was hurled towards the face of the dire's new victim, eyes ignited like blue wildfires. Bronzed king would attempt to snap his jaws onto the snout of the lower ranking wolf, shifting his weight forward in order to usher him to the dirt in a plow like move. Should he miss, the rebound was sure to reach perfection. Ideally, he would go down without a fight, perhaps plead for his life a few times beneath the rage that was now the alpha of Shadovale. The valiant knight suited for armor would not bear mercy on the soul of the damned, and should this wretched male put up a fight against the usually non violent Akando, he would surely be maimed of his heart and breath. No, the cons clearly outweighed the pros for the sad little Blackheart, and surely the Reaver would hand him to Akando without hesitation. After-all, he deserved it, he deserved his ass handed to him.
