Post by desirae on Jan 25, 2009 14:19:16 GMT -5
Full Name: Desirae Annabella Casey
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen
Orientation: Straight
Family: N/A
Friends: N/A
Relationship Status: Single
Face Claim: Cheri Clark
Personality: Morals. She's got them, and she follows her personal set of morals like a compass. Her past shapes them, sometimes tweaking them slightly so that they seem tailored to her, and her future is dictated by them. Desirae will stand up if there is moral fault, she will not sit back and laugh while you do something wrong. Now, that's not to say rules mean anything; they don't. Respecting a person, and following their words like a dog are two different thing in her mind. She revels in breaking your rules and making her own in the spirit of loosening you up or entertaining herself. Contrary to assumptions, Desirae loves authority. She can't help it, she admires anyone who wields it.
Desirae hates talking on the phone, she's more of a in-person kind of person. Chances are she won't know the proper way to end the conversation with you on the phone- or rather, she'll think it's totally messed up. Society's 'polite' or 'correct' ways seem so out of place, so fake to her. Desirae hates anything and anyone who is fake.
Desirae is very shy and reserved. Behind that, she has simmering, fluctuating emotions. Passion is what she thrives on, while her goal on a day to day basis is to keep everything together. She daydreams often but can be found observing the world with keen interest at other times. She is very productive- sitting still is not an option. She's constantly learning or making new discoveries. It isn't out of place for her to suddenly giggle and say something random, such as 'seven eight nine! Seven ate nine! Because like eat and the number. . .' while doing an unrelated activity. Or to pick up a square block of wood and paste pictures onto it for no greater purpose then to set them up in her room and have had something to do for that time.
Desirae is kind at heart, but she is critical. Behind the smile is an opinion of you, typically good though occasionally negative. She won't tell you unless you upset her, or unless she really doesn't like you, but that's not a foolproof plan because she may decide on something to say when provoked. Her words are like knives- that is to say, she's honest to the point of brutality. She doesn't hate everyone, she just doesn't go around kissing their asses. You have to prove you're not a loser. Social standards meet deaf ears, though she isn't impolite- her goal isn't to leave her company uncomfortable and the well-learned politesse make sense to her, so she doesn't ignore them.
Special Ability: Desirae can radiate an emotion, even if she isn't feeling that emotion at the time. Her eyes vary in color when she uses her power
Physical Description: She has blond, almost white hair that is normally straight, but is curled on occasion. Her attire shifts from day to day, one day she may wear jeans, the next a skirt, the next an elegant dress or trendy outfit. Her lips usually have a coat of lipstick, typically one to lighten her lips rather then to make them stand out.
Her skin complexion is fairly light. She has been told she's like a doll. She often wears make up, but she learned at an early age that the point of make up is to make it look like you're not wearing any. Her eyes vary in color because of her power, but are typically brilliant in hue.
Other: None
History: She was given her name by her father. When Desirae was born, it wasn't supposed to happen. Sixteen year old mother, twenty-seven year old drug dealing father, it wasn't exactly ideal. The young mother was caring and responsible, she raised her daughter with love and she did her best. Always. The two gained a bond that was unshakable when Desirae grew older. Desirae had no one else in her life, other then her mother.
Her father was a smart man, even addicted to drugs. He was violent when he was taking his drugs and he did go to jail for a year. Desirae's mother didn't want to take her daughter's father away when he returned from jail. At five Desirae gained a brother, Chad, and lost a grandfather a few months later. The loss of Chloe's father hit her hard and cemented the idea that Desirae should have a father at all costs. She put up with the drugs, with the fights- physical fights and arguments alike. Desirae grew up fast, and she grew up scared. She lacked routine and stability, and what she went home to weighed at her. School became a safe haven even before she enrolled in the school of magic.
Hope came in the form of an ultimatum- her mother threatened to leave, and her father stepped up to it. He didn't want to lose his kids or his wife, and like that he did what was necessary to kick the habit and get his family back. Not that it did anything to shake his daughter's opinion of him. It was much, much too late for that. When life was simple she came to the conclusion that the world was as simple as her dad was the bad guy and her mom was the good guy. As time progressed she still feared him. He took up drinking and was more honest and cold, if not a total jerk, but not violent. Desirae still feared him, not because she was afraid he'd ever hurt her- he never had, but because she loved her mother too much to see her go through that anymore.
Desirae was always a talkative child. She talked a lot about what was going on at home with her grandparents, but they never did anything. They never saved her. Why she had enough sense, or lack there of, to not inform the school was something lost to her now. Was she warned against it? She couldn't recall. All she knew was that it was a secret and those that did know didn't care. Desirae wanted someone to save her, it was the one thing she needed until she gave up. When her preteen and teenage years hit and her father was still there, she realized it was time to stop waiting. She fell back into a protective shell within herself, building wall after wall to keep people out. Later in that year she was invited to the school Solstice. She attended, keeping completely to herself.