Post by Dantye Wright on Jan 29, 2016 3:57:07 GMT
Name: Dantye Wright
Nickname(s): Princess, or something to the like (But only by her Sire, Finn Laudin)
Character Sheet: Sheet
Species / Clan: Vampire, Malkavian
Status: Neonate
Age: She honestly doesn't know exactly how old she is, or doesn't remember but she can't be any older then 26.
Age Appearance: 19 or younger depending on how much Lolita she feels like putting on.
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 120 lbs
Religious beliefs: No preference. The only spiritual being she believes in is the Devil.
Sexual Orientation: Extremely bisexual.
Appearance: Dantye's entire aesthetic could be described as "Lolita heroin-chic" and the assumed drug use is as real as it is implied. Her slight frame and features still hold an ounce of the gauntness that plagued her addictions in mortal life. Usually sporting unnaturally red hair and excruciatingly dramatic make-up, Dantye fell into an all consuming love of grandeur. Something about being over-the-top and extravagant at all times appeals her enough that she exhibits it in almost every facet of her public persona, especially when it involves throwback Gothic, Victorian inspired or Lolita style clothing and make-up. Grey-green eyes are the only part of her ensemble that she keeps "natural". Mostly because her first love will always be the substances that she once, and continues to abuse. Her eyes still hold a slightly deadened and glazed abandonment behind whatever other facial expression she is making at the time. Disheveled and strung-out; yet elegant is what she strives for, trying to be perfect like the super-models plastered on front page magazines throughout her life.
Personality: Dantye is just a little unwell. The young Malkavian has tendrils of insanity trailing back through her entire existence, pre- and post embrace. She views the world as a beautiful way to die, and uses her immortality to be unabashedly self-destructive. Dantye isn't interested in much of other peoples lives, she is simply content to enjoy the high points to an almost immodest degree because the low's are sometimes unbearable. Before her embrace she lived wherever she could find shelter, doing anything and everything for a fix that would take her away from the consciousness and sobriety that terrified her so completely. Sobriety meant the voices came back, and she would do anything to drown them in whatever toxic sea she could submerge into. After she was reborn, Dantye learned to embrace the whispered cruelties she desperately fled for so long just as she herself had been embraced by Finn. Being the only person who's time she has ever occupied, she now lives to please him, slowly turning herself into his perfect, hollow porcelain doll. Beautiful on the outside, internally empty save for whatever the owner wants to remain hidden and safely shrouded.... Drugs just come now a days whenever she's been good.
Interests: Dantye loves playing seamstress, usually creating clothing for her own ornate personal style whenever she feels bored. Reading falls into a close second in her mind as she devours almost anything she can get her hands onto to expand her literacy. Not that she actually cares much about the information gained, but more for the ability to appear as if she had originally come from a more socially acceptable childhood.
Skills: She's usually rather good at judging people, even if they're more then they appear to be. Quick on her feet and witty despite the damage done to her brain, Dantye is an incredible conversationalist.
History: There's not much of Dantye's history pre-embrace that even she could tell you. Most of it is a clouded blur of mental handicaps and drug abuse that slowly spirals into black in intervals corresponding with the introduction of each more intoxicating and debilitating substance. She could tell you that her first cigarette was in the winter, but not the date on which it occurred or who she was with at the time. The faces of her "friends" throughout the years have come and gone so quickly and frequently they've all sort of morphed into one person in her memory. That person most closely resembles her mother, but she wouldn't recognize the image like that. To her, it is just a person who stands in for all the individual junkies, lower-class co-workers, roommates, dealers, contacts, "dates", and tricks she's encountered over the years.
The only things that happened on a consistent basis for Dantye were drugs and weekly trips to the hospital to visit a woman she couldn't name if her life depended on it. Her mother's own mental short comings had granted her an all expense payed stay at an inpatient facility, depicting Dantye's own fall into schizophrenia and psychotic episodes almost step for step. She didn't know why she went to see this familiar stranger every week, but looking back she would admit to getting a sick satisfaction out of knowing how everything was going to end. It was like magic; she could tell the future... If only her own. Who knows at which point the voices started, but she would say they were comforting.. At least, in the beginning. Through the years her own depression and lack of self-worth turned the constant whispers of comfort and solidarity into scathingly belittling onslaughts... Any intimate knowledge these disembodied tormentors had of her were only ever silenced by an even stronger voice that coldly guided her through some of the darker aspects of her life as she grew older.
Intoxication was the only way they would stop. Silence first came from different prescriptions given to her in foster homes and public clinics allowing for a few hours to a few days of peace.. Pills in so many different colors and sizes that she would imagine them as a handfuls of candy growing up. Sweets that did nothing more then silence the barrage of self-inflicted pain caused by the different factions of her psyche trying to fully split into separate entities. Somewhere in her mid-teens she learned that pills turned to powder, and quickly fell in love with whichever toxin was placed before her. Lines to pipes to rigs evolved from each other so quickly that it seemed like one moment she was an at-risk youth with a tragic past, another found her completely blank eyed or loosing her mind in either a psychotic episode or panic attack from the come down and withdrawals her mind was suffering. All the while each new voice in her head started developing personalities and responses of their own... They convinced her to leave one night, taking nothing more then the last solidified memory she still can recall.
Dantye spent years like this. She wouldn't admit it, but she doesn't even know how many went by before she met Finn. Their first interaction still immortalized in her memories as the day she met the "Octopus man" and he hurt me.. And I liked it. Most of her higher functions were completely deadened at that point, and only after being embraced by the Malkavian has she been able to pull some sort of socially acceptable persona out of the chaotic mess left clinging to the emaciated remains of her mental state. She still is very capable of reverting to that level of detachment from reality, but almost relishes in the insanity because Finn treasures it so. Presently, her entire reason for existing revolves around him. Dantye wants nothing more then to be absolutely and perfectly deranged for him, all while wearing a porcelain mask to properly showcase the personal agony that he delights in.
Nickname(s): Princess, or something to the like (But only by her Sire, Finn Laudin)
Character Sheet: Sheet
Species / Clan: Vampire, Malkavian
Status: Neonate
Age: She honestly doesn't know exactly how old she is, or doesn't remember but she can't be any older then 26.
Age Appearance: 19 or younger depending on how much Lolita she feels like putting on.
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 120 lbs
Religious beliefs: No preference. The only spiritual being she believes in is the Devil.
Sexual Orientation: Extremely bisexual.
Appearance: Dantye's entire aesthetic could be described as "Lolita heroin-chic" and the assumed drug use is as real as it is implied. Her slight frame and features still hold an ounce of the gauntness that plagued her addictions in mortal life. Usually sporting unnaturally red hair and excruciatingly dramatic make-up, Dantye fell into an all consuming love of grandeur. Something about being over-the-top and extravagant at all times appeals her enough that she exhibits it in almost every facet of her public persona, especially when it involves throwback Gothic, Victorian inspired or Lolita style clothing and make-up. Grey-green eyes are the only part of her ensemble that she keeps "natural". Mostly because her first love will always be the substances that she once, and continues to abuse. Her eyes still hold a slightly deadened and glazed abandonment behind whatever other facial expression she is making at the time. Disheveled and strung-out; yet elegant is what she strives for, trying to be perfect like the super-models plastered on front page magazines throughout her life.
Personality: Dantye is just a little unwell. The young Malkavian has tendrils of insanity trailing back through her entire existence, pre- and post embrace. She views the world as a beautiful way to die, and uses her immortality to be unabashedly self-destructive. Dantye isn't interested in much of other peoples lives, she is simply content to enjoy the high points to an almost immodest degree because the low's are sometimes unbearable. Before her embrace she lived wherever she could find shelter, doing anything and everything for a fix that would take her away from the consciousness and sobriety that terrified her so completely. Sobriety meant the voices came back, and she would do anything to drown them in whatever toxic sea she could submerge into. After she was reborn, Dantye learned to embrace the whispered cruelties she desperately fled for so long just as she herself had been embraced by Finn. Being the only person who's time she has ever occupied, she now lives to please him, slowly turning herself into his perfect, hollow porcelain doll. Beautiful on the outside, internally empty save for whatever the owner wants to remain hidden and safely shrouded.... Drugs just come now a days whenever she's been good.
Interests: Dantye loves playing seamstress, usually creating clothing for her own ornate personal style whenever she feels bored. Reading falls into a close second in her mind as she devours almost anything she can get her hands onto to expand her literacy. Not that she actually cares much about the information gained, but more for the ability to appear as if she had originally come from a more socially acceptable childhood.
Skills: She's usually rather good at judging people, even if they're more then they appear to be. Quick on her feet and witty despite the damage done to her brain, Dantye is an incredible conversationalist.
History: There's not much of Dantye's history pre-embrace that even she could tell you. Most of it is a clouded blur of mental handicaps and drug abuse that slowly spirals into black in intervals corresponding with the introduction of each more intoxicating and debilitating substance. She could tell you that her first cigarette was in the winter, but not the date on which it occurred or who she was with at the time. The faces of her "friends" throughout the years have come and gone so quickly and frequently they've all sort of morphed into one person in her memory. That person most closely resembles her mother, but she wouldn't recognize the image like that. To her, it is just a person who stands in for all the individual junkies, lower-class co-workers, roommates, dealers, contacts, "dates", and tricks she's encountered over the years.
The only things that happened on a consistent basis for Dantye were drugs and weekly trips to the hospital to visit a woman she couldn't name if her life depended on it. Her mother's own mental short comings had granted her an all expense payed stay at an inpatient facility, depicting Dantye's own fall into schizophrenia and psychotic episodes almost step for step. She didn't know why she went to see this familiar stranger every week, but looking back she would admit to getting a sick satisfaction out of knowing how everything was going to end. It was like magic; she could tell the future... If only her own. Who knows at which point the voices started, but she would say they were comforting.. At least, in the beginning. Through the years her own depression and lack of self-worth turned the constant whispers of comfort and solidarity into scathingly belittling onslaughts... Any intimate knowledge these disembodied tormentors had of her were only ever silenced by an even stronger voice that coldly guided her through some of the darker aspects of her life as she grew older.
Intoxication was the only way they would stop. Silence first came from different prescriptions given to her in foster homes and public clinics allowing for a few hours to a few days of peace.. Pills in so many different colors and sizes that she would imagine them as a handfuls of candy growing up. Sweets that did nothing more then silence the barrage of self-inflicted pain caused by the different factions of her psyche trying to fully split into separate entities. Somewhere in her mid-teens she learned that pills turned to powder, and quickly fell in love with whichever toxin was placed before her. Lines to pipes to rigs evolved from each other so quickly that it seemed like one moment she was an at-risk youth with a tragic past, another found her completely blank eyed or loosing her mind in either a psychotic episode or panic attack from the come down and withdrawals her mind was suffering. All the while each new voice in her head started developing personalities and responses of their own... They convinced her to leave one night, taking nothing more then the last solidified memory she still can recall.
Dantye spent years like this. She wouldn't admit it, but she doesn't even know how many went by before she met Finn. Their first interaction still immortalized in her memories as the day she met the "Octopus man" and he hurt me.. And I liked it. Most of her higher functions were completely deadened at that point, and only after being embraced by the Malkavian has she been able to pull some sort of socially acceptable persona out of the chaotic mess left clinging to the emaciated remains of her mental state. She still is very capable of reverting to that level of detachment from reality, but almost relishes in the insanity because Finn treasures it so. Presently, her entire reason for existing revolves around him. Dantye wants nothing more then to be absolutely and perfectly deranged for him, all while wearing a porcelain mask to properly showcase the personal agony that he delights in.
