Post by Danica on Dec 19, 2006 22:51:40 GMT -5
Name: Danica Summers
Nickname: Dani
Age: 19
Blood Type: AB+
Group: Psycopath
Weapons: Twin Hunting Knives, hunting Cross Bow.
Personality: Like her blades she's two sided. Not only does she have a nice side but she has a dark side. She's kind to others, but also cruel to them, she bears no remorse for the deaths of any she has caused.
Physical Description: Black Dark Hair, dark eye liner, 5'1", 103lbs. Her looks are normally soft, while her skin is a light tan but none the less pale. Her jet black hair is normally tied up behind her head, or cut short to rest around her ears and above her shoulders. Usually wears some kind of shirt expressing a band or her style, always has on black jeans weather tight or baggy, all is bottemed with her platform black leather boots.
History: It doesn't matter. . . It doesn't... Matter.
A distant time 19 years ago, a girl named Danica Summers was born, and her future wasn't exactly a bright one. Abandoned by her mother into her fathers uncaring arms, love sufficed to grow into their relationship, Dani turned into a horrible child, and she attached herself to that. At 13 she was diagnosed to be Bipolar, and her case was a severe one. One that she would be nice a second later, then be at your throat with a concealed weapon. In her senior year of Highschool she was kicked out for drawing a weapon on a class mate. Her father sent her to New York to repent for her 'sins'.
Once in new york she found her own band of friends. For two years they were the trouble makers of Burton City. She decided to one day visit the city mall, and soon found herself trapt within' it's walls. Before she knew it the undead stormed the mall, she was one of the few to get away into a storage room on the bottem floor. It was small but none the less convinient then being dead. Slowly white faded to black as her mind began to crack under the pressure. As the three others slumbered she took out a knife from one of the bins and cut all three of their throats.
She'd been effected with the parasite to some degree, but it wasn't enough to change her into an undead. Dani exited the storage to find that no undead came her way, instead they moved around her as she walked. Dani played her role as a survivor well, rescue teams came through and took her to the East Wing. Once there she began roaming the stores they had in the east side, picking up a MP3 player, a lap top, and other things to suit her and calm her. Music was one of the few things she became calm to, the other thing was seeing the pain of others in need. Dani's list of music was mostly death metal with a mix of punk, her favorite bands between the two were Atreyu and Mindless Self Indulgence. The two had their major effects on her.
Sample Rp: A mainicing laughter rose in her gut but didn't escape her, before she knew where it was coming from Dani had already moved forward. Her eyes were blood shot, she couldn't hear anything outside of the ear buds she had, all she heard was Heart of Darkness by Arch Enemy. Zombies didn't bother her, she was more intent on the survivor they were after. She moved quickly between the space to gain on them and they stopped, her run kept going. Two survivors, both women, both dressed as if they were gothic, caked on black eye liner, black cloths, posers.
Her blades came out from the holsters on the back of her belt. Blood shot out everywhere as the chrome like blade slit the throat deeply on one of the girls. The other screamed and continued her run into the dead end. Her blood ran cold, she had a murderous smile on her face, it was times like this when she would burst into a fit of laughter. A female scream emited from the open lips of the woman, ruby blood poored out from several wounds that began forming from the knife's swift stabs. Soon the girl fell and didn't stand, her eyes were wide with horror, but her breath had forever escaped her. The stab wounds looked like ruby lips emiting their last known fluid, Danica counted 16 in all, 16 stab wounds, 16 that ended the girls life, and she laughed, her eyes filled with tears as she fell to her knee's but yet she continued to laugh.
Nickname: Dani
Age: 19
Blood Type: AB+
Group: Psycopath
Weapons: Twin Hunting Knives, hunting Cross Bow.
Personality: Like her blades she's two sided. Not only does she have a nice side but she has a dark side. She's kind to others, but also cruel to them, she bears no remorse for the deaths of any she has caused.
Physical Description: Black Dark Hair, dark eye liner, 5'1", 103lbs. Her looks are normally soft, while her skin is a light tan but none the less pale. Her jet black hair is normally tied up behind her head, or cut short to rest around her ears and above her shoulders. Usually wears some kind of shirt expressing a band or her style, always has on black jeans weather tight or baggy, all is bottemed with her platform black leather boots.
History: It doesn't matter. . . It doesn't... Matter.
A distant time 19 years ago, a girl named Danica Summers was born, and her future wasn't exactly a bright one. Abandoned by her mother into her fathers uncaring arms, love sufficed to grow into their relationship, Dani turned into a horrible child, and she attached herself to that. At 13 she was diagnosed to be Bipolar, and her case was a severe one. One that she would be nice a second later, then be at your throat with a concealed weapon. In her senior year of Highschool she was kicked out for drawing a weapon on a class mate. Her father sent her to New York to repent for her 'sins'.
Once in new york she found her own band of friends. For two years they were the trouble makers of Burton City. She decided to one day visit the city mall, and soon found herself trapt within' it's walls. Before she knew it the undead stormed the mall, she was one of the few to get away into a storage room on the bottem floor. It was small but none the less convinient then being dead. Slowly white faded to black as her mind began to crack under the pressure. As the three others slumbered she took out a knife from one of the bins and cut all three of their throats.
She'd been effected with the parasite to some degree, but it wasn't enough to change her into an undead. Dani exited the storage to find that no undead came her way, instead they moved around her as she walked. Dani played her role as a survivor well, rescue teams came through and took her to the East Wing. Once there she began roaming the stores they had in the east side, picking up a MP3 player, a lap top, and other things to suit her and calm her. Music was one of the few things she became calm to, the other thing was seeing the pain of others in need. Dani's list of music was mostly death metal with a mix of punk, her favorite bands between the two were Atreyu and Mindless Self Indulgence. The two had their major effects on her.
Sample Rp: A mainicing laughter rose in her gut but didn't escape her, before she knew where it was coming from Dani had already moved forward. Her eyes were blood shot, she couldn't hear anything outside of the ear buds she had, all she heard was Heart of Darkness by Arch Enemy. Zombies didn't bother her, she was more intent on the survivor they were after. She moved quickly between the space to gain on them and they stopped, her run kept going. Two survivors, both women, both dressed as if they were gothic, caked on black eye liner, black cloths, posers.
Her blades came out from the holsters on the back of her belt. Blood shot out everywhere as the chrome like blade slit the throat deeply on one of the girls. The other screamed and continued her run into the dead end. Her blood ran cold, she had a murderous smile on her face, it was times like this when she would burst into a fit of laughter. A female scream emited from the open lips of the woman, ruby blood poored out from several wounds that began forming from the knife's swift stabs. Soon the girl fell and didn't stand, her eyes were wide with horror, but her breath had forever escaped her. The stab wounds looked like ruby lips emiting their last known fluid, Danica counted 16 in all, 16 stab wounds, 16 that ended the girls life, and she laughed, her eyes filled with tears as she fell to her knee's but yet she continued to laugh.
