VINSON, Daphne Odette

[kenzie]

DAPHNE ODETTE VINSON !?
Well I'm not a trick you play,
I'm wired a different way
I'm not a mistake,
I'm not a fake,
It's set in my DNA

FULL NAME Daphne Odette Vinson
NICKNAMES Daph [but she prefers not to be called that]
AGE Eighteen
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY October 17th
SPECIES Faerie
ALLIANCE Darkness
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Candice Swanepoel
EYES Icy blue
HAIR Naturally brown, dyed blonde | naturally wavy | comes down to her boobs
BODY TYPE Slender, modelesque
HEIGHT 5'7
WEIGHT 125 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Eyes, hair, lips
STYLE Mostly girly, likes florals and laces | sometimes casual and comfortable with sweats and a hoodie | depends on her mood & the occasion

LIKES

• Night clubs
  
• Evening
  
• Using her invisibility
  
• Being a tease
  
• Having the upper hand
  
• The fact that she can control and manipulate emotions
  
• Human fashion & modeling industry
  
• Travelling
  
• Summertime
  
• Large, busy cities
  

DISLIKES

• The country; rural areas
  
• Being told what to do
  
• Most girls
  
• Being insulted
  
• Fire
  
• Daytime
  
• Cold weather
  
• Human music; especially the "mainstream bullshit," as she refers to it
  
• Being rejected; guys who don't like her
  
• Staying in one place for too long
  

STRENGTHS

• Extremely innate manipulative ability
  
• Drive & focus; determination to get what she wants
  
• Her no-nonsense attitude
  
• Adaptibility; likes change
  

WEAKNESSES

• Very quick temper; easy to anger
  
• Rather low self-esteem
  
• Guys; sexual temptations
  
• No filter; says exactly what's on her mind without thinking
  

HABITS

• Fidgety; can never sit still
  
• Always playing with her hair
  
• Nail-biter; has to keep her nails manicured to keep from biting them
  

FEARS

• Rejection
  
• Death
  
• Fire
  

DESIRES

• Power; she likes getting what she wants and loves having the upper hand
  

SECRETS

• Fire is what killed her mother and nearly killed her; disfigured her Faerie face, but she is able to use her Glamour to conceal the burn scars. No one knows that that's why she's so petrified of fire.
  

OVERALL

Daphne is more often than not your typical 'mean girl.' She's a flirt and a tease, and has a bit of a whoreish nature, but that stems from low self esteem. Her low self esteem stems from the fact that her Faerie face was disfigured in a fire and she feels hideous unless she is in Glamour. Thus, she is petrified of fire, and will run screaming at the sight of it. She craves male attention and can't handle rejection; therefore, she normally manipulates her potential partners to be attracted to her if they are not, not allowing them to tell her 'no.'

She has an incredibly fiery temper and it's not difficult in the least to piss her off. Being insulted is one of the things she despises most, and won't hesitate to incite violence against you should you have a slip of the tongue. Daphne dislikes most other females, as she finds them to be irritants and full of gossip and drama. She prefers the very... intimate company of guys while steering clear of girls and their backstabbing and lying. However, if another female came along whom she didn't find utterly annoying, there's a possibility of friendship, however unlikely that may be.

MOTHER Isobel Vinson | deceased
FATHER Carlisle Vinson | alive
SIBLINGS None
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE None | the only person she's close to and will ever be truly close to again is her father
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Middle class
OVERALL

Daphne Odette Vinson was born under pretty normal circumstances. Two parents decided to have a child of their own, because they thought they were in love. However, Isobel and Carlisle had never truly been in love; they were never close and there was an ever-present tension between the two of them anytime they were in close proximity. The older Daphne became, the more her parents drifted apart. They did stay together for Daphne's sake, but never had another child. Both loved Daphne dearly, but they never loved each other.

Daphne became closer to her mother than her father, spending more time with her than with Carlisle. Although they lived in the same house, you would hardly know Carlisle was there, as he normally secluded himself to the solitude of his study, always jealous over the fact that his daughter preferred Isobel over him. Nothing truly significant happened throughout Daphne's childhood. That was until the night of her fourteenth birthday.

The three of them were having a miniature, private birthday party for Daphne in the quiet of their home. Isobel prepared a nice dinner and baked a cake, typical human behavior, despite being Faeries. Honestly, none of the three of them often acknowledged that they were Faeries; they had all always acted more like humans, always preferred the human lifestyle. Carlisle had held his grudge over Daphne's preference for her mother all these years, and he could no longer hold it in. Taking Daphne outside to show her her new "birthday present", he swiftly moved back inside, claiming he had forgotten his flashlight. In those couple of moments, he used a lighter and gasoline to set fire to their home, with Isobel still in the kitchen. He ran out, screaming and trying to hold Daphne back, to no avail. She didn't realize what her father had done, but she did realize her mother was still inside, and she ran into the house, engulfed in smoke and flames. But her mother was nowhere to be seen.

Daphne suffered severe burns to her face that left terrifying scars, and found out later that night that her mother's body had been found blackened and burnt to a crisp. She immediately left for a larger city, and has since never gone back to her hometown. She very, very rarely ever comes out of her Glamour, for fear that someone will see and bring light to her disfigured Faerie face. To this day, she still doesn't know that it was her father who set the fire that took her mother away from her.

NAME/ALIAS Kenzie
AGE Sixteen
TIME ZONE Eastern Standard Time
HOW YOU FOUND US Affiliate on another site
OTHER CHARACTERS None
RP SAMPLE

[from another site]

The steady ticking of the clock on the wall continuously reminded her that her history class was far from over. Unable to force herself to withstand the droning of her history teacher, Eleanor had slipped an issue of Glamour Magazine in her text book, laying them flat on her desk and skimming through the pages, far more interesting than learning about events of the past that she had been taught endlessly throughout high school. Teachers must not consult each other on who's already taught what. Lucky for her, El had been assigned a seat toward the back of the room, making it easy to distract herself from her oblivious - and horridly monotoned - teacher's lecture. Every now and again, she would glance up for no more than two minutes or so, trying her best to make it seem as though she was paying some attention to the lesson. She had been reading fashion magazines from inside her text book basically since the beginning of her junior year, except for days when they did test reviews; she couldn't bring herself to not pay attention on those days.


"I'll be pairing you up for this project, and you and your partner will have two weeks to complete it," was the only part she caught when she looked up for her routine "make it look like you're paying attention" gaze. El hadn't the slightest idea what they were even doing a project on. Although she told herself repeatedly that she would start paying more attention in class, she already knew she never would. It was impossible to sit attentively through an hour-long class listening to a teacher who had one facial expression and one tone of voice. Quietly, she closed her text book, her magazine still inside, using her thumb to mark the page she was on. The teacher came around and handed everyone rubrics for the project. When he handed El hers - without so much as acknowledging her existence - she gingerly took it from his hand and carefully read through it, hoping it would be thorough enough to inform her on everything she had failed to retain throughout the entire lesson.


The teacher made his way back up to the front of the room, picking up a clipboard that Eleanor assumed had the assigned pairs listed on it. Resting her chin in her hands with her elbows on her desk, she waited for her name and her partner's name to be called out. El hadn't made any friends in this particular class, considering it was so boring that she had resorted to engrossing herself in a magazine instead of socializing - not that this class gave anyone much of an opportunity to socialize. Surprisingly, El didn't have to wait too long to find out who she would be working with. "Eleanor and Cora," the teacher spoke slowly, having to bring the clipboard to his face to see the words on the paper. The good thing was, she wasn't paired up with a party animal, pervert, or Rip Van Winkle this time. Bad thing... she had no idea who Cora was. As a matter of fact, other than the people who answered every question or the people who she had already been paired with in the past, she didn't know the majority of the class. Not only had she failed to pay attention to lectures and lessons, she had also failed to so much as learn several of her classmates names. Looking around, she narrowed it down to three girls who all sat toward the front of the room, all of their names unknown to Eleanor. One didn't even look like a Cora, so she was able to eliminate her. The remaining two were good candidates, but she still wasn't positive. So she remained in her seat and could only hope that Cora knew who she was.

[JURATE]