Title: Danae Walker
Description: !WIP!
Danae Walker - August 18, 2007 08:50 AM (GMT)
About the Writer:Name: Megs
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Contact: PM is dandy.
Character Application
The BasicsName: Danae Walker
Nicknames (Alias/AKAs): Reve Lorcan (UC) ;; Lee Levanne
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Family: A half brother, Aiden Walker.
A father figure, namely an uncle, Antony Piers, Mendecant Superior
A near-sister, Raelin Lorcan
Kind:MSI Personnel ;; Good
AppearanceAvatar: Sandra Bullock
Description:Danae looks like neither her father nor her mother, but a delightful blend of both of their best features. She is of average height, standing at roughly 5'7" with a medium to average build. Her weight fluctuates from 140 pounds at the lowest to the peak at 148 pounds. With square shoulders and a long elegant neck and toned arms, her individualistic features make her unique and an un-seeming beauty. A normal waist, slightly wider hips, and long, muscular legs, ending in a foot most often filling a size 8 shoe complete her frame.
She has her father's face with a square head and angular jaw. Her mother's chin, defined with a central and slight indentation, and a smooth forehead, completes the softened outlines of her unique yet feminine facial structure. Danae also has smooth rounded cheekbones that detract from her prominent jawline and chin. Resting within the frame of her face, you will find dark eyes, a brown with twinges of hazel and emerald green. Her slanted oval eyes are rimmed with long, thick eyelashes that she often plays up with a smudge of eye-shadow and minimal mascara. Moving downward along her face, a small, sloped nose that resembles her father's accentuates her features, leading to a mouth of a softened Cupid's bow with pouty lips. With a subtle curve of her mouth and a slightly larger bottom lip, Danae does nothing but allow the gloss to glide onto her lips before heading out of the house. Her smile makes up for the lack of beauty products, her teeth straight from years of braces, and whitened by her father's insistent oral hygiene regimen. Beyond that, her smile is genuine, true, carrying into her eyes that sparkle when she is truly happy. Makeup, like boyfriends, is overrated and considered as excess baggage. Overall, Danae's skin is clear and pale, but not sickly or white. She spend most of her time in long sleeves and inside doing research, thus attributing to her lack of a tan.
Atop her head is a nest of thick, often wild, wavy hair. Of the darkest chestnut, her hair well past her shoulders, but seldom does anyone realize it's true length. Reve often wears her hair up, but cannot control the unruly bangs that hang along the sides of her face. Occasionally, it is worn down, but usually only in rare special instances that are often accompanied by the equally dress.
Danae has one tattoo, on the back of her neck that she keeps covered most times. It is a yin-yang for the balance of light and dark, good and evil, and to remind her that both realms can exist in one world.
PersonalityArt, Literature, History, Supernatural, Education, Theology, Anthropology, Reptiles, Herpetology, Edgar Allen Poe, Vincent Van Gogh, Ghosts, Vampires, Old wine with good friends, Long walks at midnight, Chills in the air....
Obvious stupidity, sloth, laziness, irresponsibility, judgmental people, most of her snobby peer professors, students with no drive, and close-minded individuals who cannot believe in what they do not see
Personality:Neither easily excitable or angered, Danae is a docile creature with an intense dislike for conflict and unnecessary drama. This is not to say that she has a mild temper. When truly angered, Reve is a volatile force. Due to her calm demeanor and level head, that fury is seldom seen. To provoke such behavior would take more than most people can manage. A threat to her family, a rude comment about her loved ones, or someone slandering her good name are among the things that can make her blood boil. Seeing others beaten down upon and injustice to those less fortunate are also means for her temper to flare.
Rather than lashing out, however, Danae searches for a solution to whatever problem befalls her and always approaches things with a logical and often analytical mind-set. Of course, sometimes, as in the cases mentioned above, those discussions and debates simply will not do. She came to learn the hard way that some conflicts can only be solved with a sharp right hook and a few heated words thrown out in argument.
Danae can always finds something to be happy about, no matter how rotten her day might have been. She takes delight in the simple things, a gorgeous sunset or an animal running free. A quiet smile takes her face when she can tend to her reptile collection, the snakes trailing through her fingers or showing their graceful beauty as they climb a limb or explore their territory. She adores all that the realm of the supernatural can offer, and will never turn down a good debate. She destest insolence and laziness, and in a minute, a student may be thrown out of her class for either.
A good movie with a strong story line and dynamic characters appeals to the writer in her, while hearing her favorite song come on a random radio station puts a grin on her face. An old church hymn, when sung in the right voice, can bring a tear to her eye, as well as "Last Date" when sung by Pearl Jam. Funerals are her worst, the idea of death one of her greatest fears and the thing she dreads the most. Like all young ones, she would love to live forever. Another reason for hating funerals, aside from the tears and final
ExtrasHistory:To say that Danae was born in the building of MSI was anything but an exaggeration. Both of her parents had been practicing Mendecants, her mother an investigator and her father a resourcer. Her parents were an unlikely pair, traveling with each other because that was the way of the Mendecants. An investigator never went into the field unarmed...Instead, he or she traveled with a partner and a resourcer. After all, someone had to work behind the scenes. Danae's mother, Muriel Lacroix Walker had been discovered expelling demons when she was just a young girl, while Danae's father, Joseph Walker, had shone aptitude for the most intense of languages and the strongest dark magic known to man. Because of their undeniable courage and amazing strength when bonded together, Joseph and Muriel were partnered as resourcer and investigator, along with Muriel's long-time right-hand man, her own brother, Michael Lacroix.
Muriel and Joseph grew close, spending all their time together, knowing that the work of a Mendecant was never finished. They formed a bond, and then a love blossomed. A marriage followed, and some three years later, Danae came to be, born on a cold winter's night in the hospital wing of MSI.
The little girl grew up there, lurking in the library and wandering the grand marble hallways. From an early age, she showed great interest in the folklore and legends that her father told her, but also became intrigued by the weaponry her mother and her Uncle Michael prided themselves in. She learned the art of dagger-throwing and the elements of a sword alongside her teachings of the tongues of ancient worlds and the histories of those things that lurked in the shadows. Despite the strange factors of her life, there was no happier child in the world. Danae was loved and she was filled to the brim with knowledge, taking all of it in. Even the young Mendecant Superior that came into power, Antony Piers, grew to love the child.
When she was barely eight years old, tragedy struck, all but shattering her peaceful life of dark tales and shy smiles. One night, as she lay in her room within the sleeping quarters of MSI, Antony crept through the darkness and eased himself onto the bed beside her. Never did the Mendecant Superior come to her this way...As she looked up into his piercing blue eyes, she knew that something had gone horribly wrong...He touched her hair, far more gentle than she had ever expected "The General" to be, and she looked up at him. Danae had known what dangers and perils her parents had been walking into the night before...And now, it was all too clear the fate that they had met.
She heard the words, spoken with such remorse that she had to close her eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek and she sighed, nodding just once. What more could she do? They were gone, as they had warned her they might be someday...Mother, Father, and Uncle Michael, all destroyed by a shadow demon that had haunted the world for centuries. None could have defeated such a dark power, she thought...And now, no one ever world. You see, she had an unshakeable faith in her parents, in the Mendecant Superior...but hardly any in anyone else.
As the days passed on and a vigil was held in their memory, Antony took Danae under his wing, finishing the rearing that her parents could not complete. He taught her the languages of ancient scrolls and the stories that she should commit to memory. In the evenings, he trained her in the art of self-defense, and by night, he told her of those things that all adults in the world should know...He never held anything from her, and never said she should learn it the hard way. He already knew she would take his tutelage to heart. All he needed was to speak the words to her.
Danae grew into first a young adolescent, and then a young lady, her posture nearly perfect and her countenance quiet and serene. She had a smile that could light the room, but rarely did she set it free. Focused and determined, she worked tirelessly as an apprentice to the other Resourcers, and by the time she was 18, Danae ranked among the highest of them. Once her courses were finished, Antony sent her to college, because she was far too bright to merely linger behind the walls of MSI. She pursued a degreed in anthropology, in folklore, and even as the world crumbled around them, Danae stayed the course.
She trusted no one then, but Antony, and always looked over her shoulder to be on her guard...And she made it, passing with flying colors. They had said she had a gifted mind, and Antony had laughed. That was something he already knew.
Upon graduation, Danae approached Antony and asked to become a full-fledged member. It never crossed his mind to deny her as he inducted her into the leagues of MSI himself and slipped the amulet around her neck.
She was assigned her investigators, a young woman by the name of Raelin Lorcan and a seemingly young man, truthfully a vampire called Marcus Trellan. At first, Danae was far too composed, and perhaps just a little shy, but soon, they all excelled, rising within the ranks and becoming a force to be reckoned with. Every case they were put on was solved, and often times, the ones that the others had been stumped by were those that Marcus, Raelin, and Danae had finished within a night.
Danae had her place, and despite the lack of family...that she knew of...she was content. Raelin was like her sister, and Marcus was something undefinable....for the moment.
Unbeknownst to her, Danae did have one remaining family member...A half brother by the name of Aiden Walker, her father's son, a child born of a union of a DreamWalker and a human, long before the Alliance occurred. The truth would be told, and Danae would find her brother...but for now, she is the clever librarian with a roundhouse kick that will shatter a jaw.
RP Sample: From Devil in Georgia
"How long ago did... did your mom die?"
The question brought Danae back to the present, out of her daydreams of better dances when laughter abounded and she could see her father smile. "A few months ago," she responded quietly, vaguely. The truth was, Danae could pinpoint, down to the hour, how long it had been since her mother passed away, but she tried not to dwell on it.
Sometimes, when she was alone, after Vance had went home and Andy had turned in for the night, she would sit on the bed at City Suites and looked up at the stars, wondering, wishing. There were so many questions, so many things she had wanted to say.
But most of all, she would have given anything to say, "I love you, Mama," one last time, to see that smile one more time as her mother replied, as always, "Babygirl, I love you too."
Glancing over at Ella, she knew that her cousin worried that someday, she would have to speak that forever of a goodbye. And she would make it. Just like Danae did. Because they were strong. Like Aunt Anne. Like Mama. Like a Douglas should be.
First secret line?Lying next to you, in silent lucidity.
And the last rule?Master of illusion, can you realize...
MSI Nocturnus - August 27, 2007 11:49 PM (GMT)