havok, danni marie

[danni havok]

danielle marie havok

FULL NAME danielle marie havok
NICKNAMES danni, dan
AGE seventeen
BIRTHDAY january first
GENDER female
SEXUALITY pansexual
LEVEL three, as of just a few months
WHAT THEY DID
danni is an agressive little thing, getting into the local music scene was obviously a big mistake when the fights started, drugs, sex and anything that seemed a little fun. she's manipulative and gats away with far too much, hence being third level, all her wrong doings here are kept rather private, but not enough to upgrade further.

EYE COLOR green
HAIR COLOR faded red
HEIGHT five foot one
WEIGHT ninety eight lbs
APPEARANCE
Looking at Danni you wouldn't think her to be agressive, creative maybe but those sweet smiles fool far too many people. She stands at a slight five feet and one inches, not the tallest of souls however she makes up for it in various other ways. Her lack of height often actually helps her blend in a little better as she does like to remain undetected by staff and those who may hold a grudge against her. Her hair is usually long passing almost half way down her back however over the recent year it's constantly changing due to her wanging from level to level here at Lake Destiny. She seems to never be able to stay put however now it's length has been allowed to return somewhat with her upgrade in the system. Danni's hair was often her trademark. Naturally it's a bland between red and blonde however the sheer amount of times she had died it makes it a mass of shades all in the spectrum of red. Her flesh is a pale ivory, she honestly looks like she has never been out in the sun, which wouldn't be far off, after she entered her teenage years she became rather nocturnal, everyone knows the best parties are during the night right?

Weighing fairly little it's clear that Danni is pretty agile and from her appearance alone she looks far better at dodging blows rather than giving them. Oddly enough she has got a pretty decen't swing but i'll let you discover that for yourself.

Of course in her current home, she hardly gets a chance to express herself through her clothes as she used to. Her clothes were once a representation of her persona, messy, worn out but somehow always managing to look good and filled with vibrant colors. It's only lucky that Danni isn't all that fussy about what she throws on. The clothes here are better than nothing, that's probably the best way of lookinf at it. Her small form has gentle curves, ones that suit her build. There's fairly little muscle on her and although she eats a stupid amount, she always manages to work it off, watch her for a day and you'll figuire out why. She's a mass of energy.

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PERSONALITY
Alright so this is the complicated part. Actually trying to figure out Danni’s persona and why she does the things that she does. It’s actually oddly simple, or at least to graze over it there isn’t much to it. Danni is a girl who cherishes her sense of fun. Fun to her though may not exactly be the fun that is on everyone else’s mind. She entertains herself at the expense of others as her time at Lake Destiny has currently been spent making enemies for the better park. She constantly gets those around her into trouble or plays them off against each other. Just a few months ago she managed to pursued a rather naïve fifth level that they could easily escape. It took her several weeks to befriend the girl enough to convince her to make a run for it, and when she did, boy did she get it bad. That was just one of her enemies made and yes, her sense of humour is a very cruel one. It’s only a matter of time before it all blows up in her face like it has many times,

Danni has been here for well over a year, a feisty girl who entered at level one only to work her way to the third level and get sent back again. This yo-yoing from level to level is something Danni has become rather used to. Not all o her scheming little plots work out to her own benefit and so she is rather used to the constant change. It only makes things a whole lot more entertaining for herself. Over time, Danni has become more and more sly, when she first arrived, like what she considers now to be naïve fools, she tried to throw her weight around and only ended up finding out beatings didn’t really suit her. Like many she would rather avoid them to her personality developed for this and instead of being openly aggressive she had become something much worse, conceited.

One major downfall of this girl is that she suffers from intermittent explosive disorder. Basically meaning she can’t keep a lid on that anger of hers and it’s very quick to flare up. Though she has gained a little more control over it with medication she is still prone to flipping out which is usually the cause for her to go down a level instead of getting caught out. Of course, as you may expect Danni isn’t popular with all that many people, especially those she loves to play with, she’s clearly smart and dances circles around many however there are the few that see this side to her. People who fine the relentlessly energetic to girl to be great fun.

As well as enemies she had made her fair share of friends, to those she doesn’t mentally bully she’s adorable and vibrant. She has had a string of one night stands, friends..with benefits though never a proper relationship, she doesn’t do so well as she tends to..stray. You wouldn’t have guessed it after what was just said but Danni can be as sweet at she looks. The girl is affectionate as hell and is prone to cuddle anything that will allow her within a foot of their personal space. Her friends are important and are often the cause of her ‘targets’. If someone she cares about is ever touched by another then Danni will be on them like a bad smell. She does however suffer from the belief that she can handle more than she really can. Several times she’s gotten hurt for something she has done though simply has to live with it, she starts fights she is clearly going to loose but it never seems to stop her from doing it again.

She really is something.

TALK TO US. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOUR VOICE?
"my voice? as in...how i sound or how strong it is? you know you really need to be more specific with these i think. anyway..yeah i guess i'm outspoken you could say, but i tend to stay away from arguments, pick your battles and all that y'know. i'm opinionated and it takes a whole lot of effort to change anything i believe...like this place, it's bull-sh-t and i have yet to change that opinion. if you mean literally though...then i dunno, i used to sing and do a whole lot of music so i can belt it but it's pretty...docile normally when speaking."
HUMOR US. HOW TICKLISH ARE YOU?
"these questions are just getting weird! seriously, maybe it should be you in here and not me..or is it some strange obsession you have? i am ticklish i guess...but only those strange people who have no feelings aren't. on a scale of one to ten i'd say around...seven..maybe eight. this is so unreal, i'm scaling tisklishness...gosh i'm as bad as you dude!"
TELL US. HOW COMFORTABLE ARE YOU WITH HUGGING?
"depends who and under what circumstance. if someone wants to kill you then i would advise not hugging them, it can't be the smartest idea right? and i don't like strangers, people i don't know giving me hugs, that's just odd. it can be the best thing with friends though, friendly hugs are awesome especially if they lead to...more hugs.."
CLOSE YOUR EYES. CLEAR YOUR HEAD. WHAT DO YOU SEE?
"d'you think i'm stupid? i'm not doing that! you're going to either tickle me of hug me both of which i'm not that keen on you doing, see, this is how you survive here, don't close out eyes and don't clear your head. you have to stay alert, especially around people who ask you how ticklish you are. haha."[/color]

HISTORY
Ah, the Havok family. You really can’t expect a normal healthy child from these guys. Let’s see, they have three murderers, two convicted rapists and a whole line of metal disorders in the family. Half are devout Christians and the other are from rather wayward and chaotic homes. Bet you’re guessing little Danni grew up in a madhouse surrounded by anarchist children but no. Somehow she ended up being born to a family of Christians living in Nashville, Tennessee. Church every Sunday, Christmas and she was even in the choir but don’t even think of repeating such a thing. The girl who went on to be able to scream her lungs out on stage at local bars really wouldn’t appreciate such a malicious rumour going around. Especially not whilst at Lake Destiny where reputation seemed to be all that mattered.

Yes, Danni was the perfect child until of course she actually got friends, and got a life. She grew up with four older brothers and one little sister all who followed their family’s ways however at a young age Danni slipped into the ‘wrong crowd’ those she made friends with were several years older but considered her ‘cool’ enough to hang out with them after at the age of seven telling her teacher where to go. Swearing at her teacher I guess you could say changed her for she was sent to detention and this is the exact place she met her peers. Three boys and a girl formed her close friends though as she grew up her net of friends just grew larger and larger.

Soon Danni was quite the popular soul, she was sweet yet had quite questionable opinions and did everything with a great sense of enthusiasm. At the age of twelve she joined a band with three of her closest friends. They played in their garages and at their friend’s parties. This would carry on for some time until they were considered old enough to start playing local bars. Of course not permitted to drink but they did anyway and ended up getting into all sorts of trouble for it. Danni was currently getting arrested on a fortnightly basis and her parents were going off the rails with worry for their dear daughter.

She got piercing, tattoos and came home many times with her eyes bloodshot, off her face on some thingytail of drugs. Her parents did the only thing they really though best and a few months after she turned fifteen she was sent to Lake Destiny. From then of she refused to even consider her parents alive and her behaviour is only getting worse with the company she keeps. Only now she is smatter, she keeps it hidden and does a damn good job at terrorising others at Lake Destiny.

NAME danni ish fine :]
AGE seventeeen
GENDER female
CONTACT pm should be fine
RP SAMPLE

Well now how nice of her, sitting in a corner of the lobby waiting to greet any new patients and 'take them under her wing'. If this was the case then sitting in a dark corner was probably not the smartest of ideas, hell, she was almost invisible. If she wanted attention she would be jumping up and down on the spot waving her arms in the air...but then they would think she was crazy, which was never a good start. The real reason Megan had settled herself in the main lobby was because she was watching. Well, what else was there to do around here? This did in fact have a point to it, she was used to observing however here she didn't have to pretend to be someone else to get information out of people, she could just be the strange girl sitting and staring from the corner of the room and nobody would think twice. There were far worse things she could be doing after all. Meg was in fact looking for a way out, she had sat here every day for at least an hour for the few months she had been here.

Now the girl had gathered so much information it was actually getting hard to keep track of it all. She even knew how the odd member of staff who floated about here liked their tea. All this so far proved useless. Those little bits of personal details may come in handy later, after she had figured out what she was going to do, how she was going to get out of here. Oh! She was useless at this, for years the girl had depended on her brother to formulate what they were to do, she paid attention to the details and made sure they wouldn't get caught. This was nothing like stealing money though and there were people here all the time as far as she could tell. Some had even started to take notice of the girl sitting tucked in the shadows, waiting for the slightest sign of weakness that she could play on. Of course, Meg simply looked curious, there was no sense of venom about her however her innocence was simply a myth. A colour she had been painted just by her sweet smiles and her general manor.

If it got her on the good side of those around her Megan didn't give much of a damn if she was taken at face value. That sneaky, sly girl beneath the surface would just have to keep to herself for a while. How was she going to con these people anyway and do what she was so used to doing. Firstly, she didn't have her brother with her, he was the brute force behind them if anything went wrong and there was the simply fact that money probably had very little use here. Really, what would she do if she managed to pickpocket a member of staff. That didn't stop her though, she had hiding places all over this dump, keeping the most worthless items she had picked up hidden as her own secret treasure. A treasure that Meg was fiercely protective over, unless of course someone offered something she wanted more in exchange for something she had lifted from someone. Her own little trade.

This was where Meg got a little odd, she was intelligent, sarcastic and affectionate however her downfall came in the form of both kleptomania and intermittent explosive disorder.

Together they didn't make quite a brilliant pair, her terrible habit of stealing, although the vast majority of the stuff being worthless was then coupled with her lack of control over this terrible angry streak she hid. She became terribly irritable over the things she would take and wouldn't think twice over hurting someone just to keep her hands on some worthless possession. It wasn't a brilliant trait to have and it didn't stop their either. Her anger wasn't simply sparked by those seeking back their stuff, it was terrible at going off any moment. Just one word could set her off and it would take hours to calm her down to a state where she could even manage words instead of a terrible rage. Her brother seemed to be the only person who could ever drag her back from this angry state.

Now he wasn't with her she always felt terribly aware of other people, the things they did to annoy her. Even their breathing could irritate her down to her bones.

Vivid green eyes stared from her sacred corner, it was getting late; the time exactly she never kept track of here. It was never really busy here when it got late, people seemed to be checked in early morning to midday so it was always quieter in the night. Clearly she would have to make an escape late at night and then came the mountain of breaking her brother out of prison...after finding out what one he was in. High hopes huh? Her slender form was dressed in a pair of old jeans, torn in countless places to show the smooth, pale flesh that lay beneath. Her shirt simply had an old ac/dc design on it and was a little too big but she had been it's owner for a long while now. Claiming it from her brother after he grew out of it several years ago. It was doubtful she would ever actually fill it.

Getting bored of watching the same thing, her piercing gaze turned up to watch another person enter. Her head tilting gently with natural curiosity.

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