Post by Daniellae on Sept 8, 2006 19:59:37 GMT -5
Username: danielle
Key Word: Fyreborn
Character Name: Daniellae
Age: 21
Race: Hayllian
Appearance: Daniellae has shoulder length black hair that is naturally a mixture of curly and wavy. She has fair, porcelain skin and very red lips, and is around 5’5” tall. She is of an average to thin build, and has eyes of a shade of gray that can only be called steel. For a complete image, see my signature or avatar.
Personality: Just like her eyes, Daniellae is cold, harsh, and cruel. She is fake, flirtatious, and pretty much an all out bitch unless she wants something from you. Many people think her the complete opposite of what she really is because of her fake smiles and compliments. She is power hungry, probably an inherited trait, and will do anything to rise to the top. An obsession with shaving, the brotherhood of the quill, and sex make up some of her more favorable things to pass the time with.
Brief History: When she was born she was cast out of her mother’s house and sent to live in Pruul with the current Queen at the time. Her mother, Dorothea SaDiablo, only stayed with her long enough to give her a first name, and never bequeathed the surname SaDiablo on her. To this day she still doesn’t know her proper surname.
Having never known her father, she can only assume that he was one of her mother’s favorite boy-toys, because otherwise she never would have carried the child to term. From an early age Zultuah showed her some of her pastimes, and told her stories of her mother’s great accomplishments. Having always lived in the shadow of the High Priestess, even at a young age she strived beyond her capacity to do things as best as she could and be better than her infamous mother at something. This one-sided rivalry led to her nurturing ill feelings and resentment that only grew with the passing of time.
Having never been directly associated with Dorothea or Heketah, Daniellae’s life was spared during the purging of the tainted. Now, since her mother is gone, her rivalry is all the more one-sided. Her ultimate goal: to be better than her mother in every possible way, and to succeed where Dorothea failed.
RP Sample: The night was young, and Daniellae stood on the balcony of the abandoned Hayllian palace, one slim hand with painted red nails resting lightly on the rusted railing that used to be a glorious golden hue. So much time had passed since what she had come to know as the slaughter, and the once beautiful palace now didn’t seem anything like it did in its former glory. It was truly a shame, since she had been looking forward to having an easy start.
Running a hand absently through her pitch black, thick, wavy, shoulder-length hair, she sighed, her lips turning out into an expression similar to a sultry pout. If she had ever actually met her esteemed mother, then she would have most likely been amazed at the similarities in their expressions, way of moving, and opinions. But, her mother was no longer around. And she liked it that way.
Pivoting slowly to turn the other way she eyed the doorway and then, deciding that she wouldn’t be able to find anyone to spend the night with in this run down palace, she sauntered back inside, intent on heading down to the city. She could only put aside fun for so long…
Key Word: Fyreborn
Character Name: Daniellae
Age: 21
Race: Hayllian
Appearance: Daniellae has shoulder length black hair that is naturally a mixture of curly and wavy. She has fair, porcelain skin and very red lips, and is around 5’5” tall. She is of an average to thin build, and has eyes of a shade of gray that can only be called steel. For a complete image, see my signature or avatar.
Personality: Just like her eyes, Daniellae is cold, harsh, and cruel. She is fake, flirtatious, and pretty much an all out bitch unless she wants something from you. Many people think her the complete opposite of what she really is because of her fake smiles and compliments. She is power hungry, probably an inherited trait, and will do anything to rise to the top. An obsession with shaving, the brotherhood of the quill, and sex make up some of her more favorable things to pass the time with.
Brief History: When she was born she was cast out of her mother’s house and sent to live in Pruul with the current Queen at the time. Her mother, Dorothea SaDiablo, only stayed with her long enough to give her a first name, and never bequeathed the surname SaDiablo on her. To this day she still doesn’t know her proper surname.
Having never known her father, she can only assume that he was one of her mother’s favorite boy-toys, because otherwise she never would have carried the child to term. From an early age Zultuah showed her some of her pastimes, and told her stories of her mother’s great accomplishments. Having always lived in the shadow of the High Priestess, even at a young age she strived beyond her capacity to do things as best as she could and be better than her infamous mother at something. This one-sided rivalry led to her nurturing ill feelings and resentment that only grew with the passing of time.
Having never been directly associated with Dorothea or Heketah, Daniellae’s life was spared during the purging of the tainted. Now, since her mother is gone, her rivalry is all the more one-sided. Her ultimate goal: to be better than her mother in every possible way, and to succeed where Dorothea failed.
RP Sample: The night was young, and Daniellae stood on the balcony of the abandoned Hayllian palace, one slim hand with painted red nails resting lightly on the rusted railing that used to be a glorious golden hue. So much time had passed since what she had come to know as the slaughter, and the once beautiful palace now didn’t seem anything like it did in its former glory. It was truly a shame, since she had been looking forward to having an easy start.
Running a hand absently through her pitch black, thick, wavy, shoulder-length hair, she sighed, her lips turning out into an expression similar to a sultry pout. If she had ever actually met her esteemed mother, then she would have most likely been amazed at the similarities in their expressions, way of moving, and opinions. But, her mother was no longer around. And she liked it that way.
Pivoting slowly to turn the other way she eyed the doorway and then, deciding that she wouldn’t be able to find anyone to spend the night with in this run down palace, she sauntered back inside, intent on heading down to the city. She could only put aside fun for so long…
