Post by Daisy Davis on Apr 15, 2011 10:06:58 GMT -5
And yes my name is,
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You could be my Bonnie, I could be your Clyde, you could be my wife. Text me, call me, I need you in my life. And every time I see ya my feelings get deeper. I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss ya.[/size][/color][/center]
I just have to know, who are you?
Daisy May Davis
So how many years have you walked this earth?
twenty-six
Whats the exact date you began to breath?
April 5th
Curiosity isn't a burden, whats your sexuality?
straight
Hm... what gender are you?
female
So who are your friends and occupation?
Uh… guess I’d be considered unemployed?
You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?
Isabelle Strömberg [/size]
This is who I am,
[/size][/font][/center]What do you like, love, or desire exactly?
Hunter, being protected, my siblings, sex, chocolate, music, shopping, tanning, children
And you seem to hate a lot, what do you despise?
Abuse, jealousy, being picked on, name calling, my father, sickness, spicy food, being alone, the idea of losing Hunter, Andre (on a good day), the dark, crying, nightmares, sleeping alone, being cold, the unknown(that creepy bump in the night), not being taken seriously
We all feel like a surge of energy lies within us.
Hunter, emotional, loving, intuitive, imaginative, protective and sympathetic. I’m also told that I’m kind of the ‘face’ of the Crips alongside of Hunter. I’m a good listener and I come across as very innocent…which is true. Usually it’s a good thing and gets the gang out of trouble..
Your weaknesses? Everyone has a Kryptonite.
Cautious, moody, overemotional/touchy on certain subjects, clinging and unable to let go, my father.
How do you how you see you self?
I like to think that I’m a pretty girl… not nearly as pretty as I can be, but pretty nonetheless. I’m kind of self-conscious, to say the least. Sometimes I need an ego boost to see myself the way other people do. Every time I look in the mirror I just see this beat up little kid with a fake tan and clothes that don’t fit me quite right in some places. I usually feel like I’m going through an awkward phase, even though I’m far too old still be going through my awkward years. My eyes are a little too close together, my ears are a little too big and my boobs aren’t nearly perky enough… but I consider myself insanely lucky to be with Hunter, even with those flaws.
I can get very moody and throw hissy fits often…maybe it’s the rich bitch blonde coming out in me. The difference in race between the Dedajs and I don’t bother me whatsoever. I’ll always view Dante and Andre as my little brothers, no matter what color their skin is, even if that bothers some people. A lot of people call me fake because of my artificially tanned skin and bright blonde hair, which is actually my natural color by the way, but I try not to let it get to me. If being tan and blonde makes me fake, then I guess that’s exactly what I am.
I’ve never changed my body through surgery or by dying my hair…or even contacts. The only difference I’ve found of my body from when I was a teenager was that I’m a bit more tan thanks to the good ol’ Hex, I’m a little taller, my chest is a bit bigger and my hips jut out just a bit more. I’m happy with the way I look and act; simply because that’s who I am and I don’t want to change myself just to make other people happy. The one person in my life that I feel the need to impress is happy with who I am; that’s all that matters.
Attitudes can kill too, what is your personality?
I’m typically are very maternal and nurturing, if even a little bit of a homebody. I’m somewhat cling. If I truly feel as if there is a threat around me, I almost instantly put my guard up and shut down. I don’t like to share my feelings with anyone but a choice few people, and even then it will have had to take quite a long time to start trusting that person enough to open up. It’s almost impossible for me to share my innermost secrets and feelings to someone I don’t trust. Though I’m not personally much of a threat, I can be very intimidating. I know how to get what I want, even if I don’t really try consciously to manipulate people.
I’m usually the first to laugh and the first to cry in most situations. Though I dislike to share my feelings with people, I can’t help but show my emotions if triggered. I have a temper that you have to be quite touchy around, but for the most part, I really am a sweetheart. I just know how to defend myself. I’ve always thought that people get so much further in life with a smile and a few nice words. After all, I don’t really need to be cruel or angry when I have Hunter to keep anyone around me in line. I’m a very sincere and sympathetic person when it comes to someone that look as if they might need help, simply because I feel as if I can understand where they are coming from.
My whole life, I’d been very shy and gentle, though very determined. As I got older though, I started to come out of my shell just a bit. I’m quite outgoing, but I need my other half to make that outgoing side come out. Otherwise, I can come across as scared and over-sensitive. I am a very indecisive person when it comes to even the smallest of decisions. It came sometimes take me up to full days just to decide the smallest of things simply because I worry about them so very much. I try to pinpoint every situation and find its greatest outcome before making my decision.
How do you usually dress?
I love fashion. You’ll hardly ever see me wearing anything that doesn’t make me look entirely professional or at least classy. Growing up as the senator’s daughter, I’d always been pressured to look my best in any situation. Skinny jeans or skirts, tank tops with fitted jackets or even just a plain graphic tee with a necklace. I never ever wear oversized baggy clothes in public. Because of the fact that I look like I’m floating in my clothes… which is really not very attractive. Unlike Hunter and the rest of the men I hang out with each day, I try to wear clothes that are very close to my actual size. Then again, it seems that I am the only skinny white girl of the operation..
Never leave my neck bare. I always try to wear a necklace very often. I try to wear the bigger necklaces and jewelry to draw attention away from my flaws and toward my neck. After all, it makes me look and feel confident…isn’t that the point? I always go for the medium sized handbags stuck to my arm because…well…purses can be so helpful! There’s never been a single time that I can say that my handbag has been a disappointment.. I hate larger bags though, because not only does it make me look like I’m carrying the whole world, but it takes hours trying to find enough things to put in it, just to make it look full! I love to wear heels because of how short I am, but I try not to wear them too often. Wearing heels only ends up making me look skinnier especially the pencil heels. I’m already tiny, I don’t need to get any slimmer! Heels do make my legs look longer as if I wear long jeans/slacks to cover the heels partway but not reach the floor. The only baggy clothes I dream of wearing are baggy trousers that are a little hip-hugging and straight cut and look fab, if I should say so myself. I love body-hugging clothes. Other than my suits and some traditional wear, all my clothes are body-hugging![/size]
My past is nothing special,
[/size][/font][/center]And your parents are?
Angie Davis -- deceased
Jasper Davis – 55 – Congressman
Did you have someone to argue with when you were younger?
Rose Davis -- 34 – lawyer – ‘Big Momma’
Lily Davis -- 31 – social worker – the go-to gal
Any wild animals running around your house?
I don’t know.. could the Dedaj family be considered pets?
So I wanna know about your past, present, and maybe even future?
My mother died when I was five years old from a seizure. I don't really have any memory of her or really miss her all that much... I have two siblings, both older sisters. That was enough of a motherly figure for me. My father was a very corrupt congressman and an alcoholic. For the first years of my life before my mother's death, he was always a very supporting father. Little did I know that the reason he changed so much after her death was because when my mother died, a piece of him died with her.
After she'd passed away, my father began to become increasingly violent with me. Thinking back on it, I think it was because he blamed me for her death, being that I was the youngest of her children. My oldest sister, Rose, began taking on the role of the woman of the house. Maybe it was because she looked just like my mother (long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and breath-takingly full lips) that my father started on her first. Physical abuse for small things wasn't a very uncommon thing in my house. When I was finally enrolled into school a year late because of my mother's death, I found that I really enjoyed school, even though I was teased quite a bit at first.
The first day of school, I conqured the bus. Not like it scared me, it was just a big yellow car with a lot of kids in it. I'd been more afraid to stay home at the time. After finding a seat toward the back, alone, I realized pretty quickly that I didn't look anything like the other kids I'd be going to school with. I was white. My sisters were both in the higher schools, meaning that I had no one to protect me from the harsh words or the looks that the kids were giving me. Obviously, I started to cry. After trying despritely to curl up in a tiny ball and wait out the ride, an older boy came and sat by me, yelling harshly at anyone who said anything hurtful. I was shocked instantly that someone from this weird new school would want to take care of the weird new kid...I was instantly taken with him. From then on, the two of us became inseparable friends. I found a friend in the school that people didn't seem to like messing with and he seemed to think we had something in common. Hunter's friendship also gave me an escape from my unhappy home life.
While things at home seemed to just increase in brutality, I was forced to keep up a happy appearance in front of teachers and the press, making it seem as if my father was this wonderful fair government official. As if we had this picture perfect family with the works: three beautiful daughters, money, authority... only thing wrong with that picture was the lack of a mother and a little black boy that just seemed to find himself working his way more and more into the picture with each day. When I got a little older, I found myself sneaking over to Hunter's house some nights just to get away from the possible beatings that were waiting for me at home. It wasn't even sexual at all... we were too young to really understand what was wrong with a little girl and boy sharing a bed at that time. I always felt safer when I was around him. After a few months into our sophomore year of high school, things changed. Things got more... intense at home. I'd gotten use to the occasional beating and being forced to sneak out just to get some sleep, but nothing past that. My oldest sister had been putting up with sexual abuse from my father for years, but he'd never made any move on my sister Lily or I. I considered myself lucky.
One day, my luck ran out. I hadn't been home for a few days, going straight to school and to Hunter's straight after school...but I'd quickly ran out of clean clothes and things that every teenage girl needed. Unfortunately once I'd gotten home, I realized that it was a bad idea. My sisters were nowhere to be found and my father was drunk, more than I'd ever seen him in my life. After fighting and screaming for help for a good while, I'd gotten away without much harm done. Though my clothes were pretty badly ripped and I had a few bruises starting to develop, I quickly went back to the only home I really knew...to the only place I could get away and feel safe at. After getting me relaxed and safely to sleep, Hunter went after my dad...not that I knew it at the time. Shortly afterward, he'd joined a gang. Not that I'd really been all that happy to think that he was involved in said gang, but I wasn't about to stop supporting him after all this time of being so close to him.
Our last years of high school were when the magic really happened. Until that time, we hadn't really made any move in any way toward being involved as anything but friends... until prom. Wasn't prom supposed to be the night that lovers were made? In our case, that was exactly how it was. It'd started out innocent... until our real feelings were brought out. From then on, he'd been the only person I could ever imagine myself being with. Graduation had been the final step toward each of our education, but it wasn't as far as we went. Maybe it was a good thing that I had a father -no matter how corrupt- linked to me. It was easier to get Hunter out of trouble. Finally, I felt I had a way to pay him back for everything he'd done for me throughout my life. [/size]
Who are you exactly,
[/size][/font][/center]And so who are you really?
Daisy
So your how old again?
Twenty-five
You've been roleplaying for how long?
Just about forever!!
How many other characters do you have?
Andre
Hm... anything else I should know?
