Title: LAROCQUE, daničlle
Description: wip.
Description: wip.
Daničlle Larocque - December 7, 2007 10:17 AM (GMT)
Alias: Danielle/Dani
Age: Fifteen
How Did You Find Us? Advertisement on a site that linked to mine
Other Characters: None
Full Name: Daničlle Roselair Larocque
Nicknames: Ella
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Birthday: January twenty-third
Astrological Sign: Aquarius
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Grade: Junior
Clique: Royal
School Activities: Drama: Performing Arts member, Sports Committee, Soccer team Captain, Choir: member and annual soloist
Power: Telekinesis
Personality Traits:
' friendly
' confident
' bubbly
' moody
' intelligent
General Personality: "I like to think I'm an interesting person. I love people, so, naturally, when I meet new people I'm extremely friendly and confident. I'm barely ever sad around people. I love to be overly enthusiastic most of the time. It comes naturally, something I can't seem to help, no matter how hard I try to keep the bubbliness inside. But I guess it's good to be able to socialize. I'd rather be confident than someone who turns red every time she meets someone know.
"I'm a pretty intelligent girl. I easily achieve good grades, mostly because I've been pushed to do so all my life. I like school, all areas; some less than others, but I get by. I'm a firm believer of following your heart and dreams, and I stand up for myself. I don't take crap from anybody, and certainly don't let anyone run my life for me, or tell me what to do. I also have many morals, which include a lot of values which could take me hours to count off. One of the perks of having spiritual parents.
"I can get really moody, too. It comes and goes. One minute I can be happy, as usual, and then it hits me like a brick. I normally grow quiet and unsociable when this happens, but sometimes, if I've been holding somethng in for a long time, I get angry. Another thing I can't help, but which I'm trying to maintain for mine and others' sakes. No one likes a stooge, which is what I remind myself everyday.
"I'm good at giving advice. I'm always here for my friends, and they all know that. I love to help people, and am always nice to everyone. Especially boys. I can't help being flirtatious. It's the drama queen inside of me. I just love the attention. I don't overdo it, or anything. At least I hope I don't. I find it pretty easy to gain the attention of a guy, but that's because I know what makes them tick. I'm not very experienced relationships, though, mostly because I've never really dared myself to get involved with a boy as more than friends. I don't know why. It's just a little curse o' mine.
"I can get angry. Boy, can I get angry. If you get on the wrong side of me, or even say something remotely hurtful or mean, I will be on your case like a cheetah on a deer. I don't like insults, whether I am being insulted, or the people I care about are being insulted. So don't get me angry, because you will regret it. Guaranteed."
Likes:
' acting
' singing
' freshly picked tomatoes
' sandcastles
' dancing
' helping others learn to control their powers
' partying
' herbal tea
' debating
' all sports
' soccer
' boys, boys, boys
' giving advice
' spending time with family
' staying up late
' getting up early
' astronomy
' learning new things
' gossip
' chocolate on special occasions
' reading
' performing
Dislikes:
' racism
' bad music
' winter
' individuals whom feel they are superior to others
' cocky people
' people whom expect things from others
' any form of discrimination
' brussel sprouts
' people using their powers for bad/personal gain
' disruptive, moody teens
' most juices
' coke
' missing the sunset
' rain, thunder and lightning
' arrogance and narcissism
' false smiles
' bitchy girls
Habits:
' she tends to bite her nails when she is bored
' she bites her lower lip a lot
' she has to blink three times before entering a church
' she tends to run her hand through her hair every few seconds
Pet Peeves:
' when people don't clean up after themselves
' bossy attitudes
' the silent type
Height & Weight: 5'4" and 115 lbs
Piercings/Tattoos: A single piercing in each ear, no tattoos
Picture:
Appearance: "I've always admired the way I look. It's something I have to admit, but at least I'm not over-the-top vain about myself. I do remember, however, being an awkward child. I had braces from the age of seven to ten, due to hereditary bad teeth, and I had untame, curly hair, also another family inheritance. I've always had a small figure; rectangular, boring: shapeless, you might call it. But at least I always had good clothes. Maman ensured I wore the best of the best.
"I began to feel a bit better about myself once my braces were removed and I learned how to maintain my hair so that it fell into soft, loose curls around my face. It's always been a very natural, light blonde, and I am continuously questioned over whether it is really my natural hair colour. I've never dyed it in my life, Scout's Honor. And my eyes, so I'm told, are a brilliant cerulean color. I've always been particualarly proud of them. They stand out, and they are wide and warm. If I may take a moment to be arrogant.
"As I mentioned before, I've always had a good dress sense. I'm really into fashion, so I tend to mix trends and create my own trend that seems to be received well around the school. I love pink, so I wear it a lot, much to Dad's dismay. He hates pink. I'm very fit and athletic, due to my bright, vast history of sports. I can't not play sport. I'm addicted.
"I'm still sort of the same as I was when I was a child. Limited figure. I'm glad that I've sprouted boobs, though. When I was thirteen, I doubted whether I would really get any at all. But I did, and I'm really proud of them, if I may say so. But I lack womanly curves, and I'm jealous every time I see someone with a really good figure. I hate being the rectangular girl that decent cut clothing falls off all the time. But hey, who can change it?"
Family Members:
Father :: Luc Larocque :: Forty-seven :: Architect
Mother :: Marietta (nee Maynard) Larocque :: Deceased :: Actress
Pet(s): A black cat named Piper
Financial Status: Ridiculously wealthy
History: "I'd really like to say I grew up in a peaceful environment, but then I'd be lying. The first year of my life was perfect, not that I remember any of it. Dad told me we couldn't have been any happier. I was born in Paris, France, right smack-bang in the middle of all the hustle and bustle of the city. Dad was an architect and he designed our house, which was a glass manor atop small hill overlooking a lake. Maman was an actress and she would take me to her movie sets. I had the best of the best.
"But then, a while after my first birthday, Maman was diagnosed with leukaemia. They said there was nothing she could do. She had three months to live. So she died just before I turned two, an extra few months added onto her sentence. I have no memories of her, but I have a locket with her picture that I wear wherever I go.
"After that, things weren't too different. Dad told me he had to go on anti-depressants after Maman's death. I was too young to remember the state he was in. But we bonded together, him and I; we were closer than a lot of other fathers and daughters. When I turned five, he took me to primary school, and wouldn't leave until he was certain I was safe and happy with my environment. He's always been extremely overprotective of me, but I love him for it.
"I developed an interest in the stars when I was exposed to a meteor shower around the the time I turned eight. I was so hooked that Dad had to buy me a telescope to stop my complaining. I would stare at the stars for hours, studying them and the planets, and Dad would literally have to drag me to bed every night.
"It wasn't until I was nine that I developed Telekinesis. I wasn't worried about it. Dad told me that Maman had a certain ability similar to mine, if not completely alike to mine. I wouldn't use it much, mostly because Dad became angry when I did. But I wanted to know more about it, but everyone else would think I was crazy.
"So I ignored it, and by the time I turned fourteen, I received an acceptance letter to Aura Academy. I hadn't even remembered applying, but I was estatic. It was then that it was explained to me. The powers. Many other people had them too, and I was no longer alone. Dad didn't want me to go, but I wanted to realise my full potential. And I was finally able to do that."
Magic Words: Admin Edit
RP Sample:
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| She turned her face away, casting her eyes to the ground. In those few brief moments she shut herself off from him entirely, she panicked in her mind, her expression contorting with confusion. There were a million things she wanted to say. The first thought to cross her mind was to let him know she didn't feel sorry that he kissed her. But the urge to kiss him again overpowered that, leaving her speechless. She kept her eyes to the ground as she fought this internal battle. She had had a boyfriend before. Just once. It was just after the Tragedy, and he had been there for her when no one else was. She had grown up with him, in a way. He had attended Elanifa Elementary with her. But back then he had been a bully, mocking her endlessly. She didn't know why she began to date him, but after she broke up with him when he cheated on her, she realized she had been in shock, and he was the only person that had been willing to care for her. It wasn't until weeks after she recovered from the nasty break up that she realized he had only wanted her so that he could save himself from whatever the depression the Tragedy had brought. She had never been fully into the relationship. He had been a nasty piece of work, and Jaida had been too lost in her own lonely world to notice the way he treated her. Her heart was never in it. But now, as she stood before Keaton, she felt as though her broken heart had been rekindled. She thought again how one good thing had come out of all the disaster. One person she had thought she'd lost forever. Until now. The shock hit her again, this time harder. He was here, in the flesh, alive, the boy that saved her from death. The boy that could have left her to die, but risked his own life to bring her to safety. Her somewhat brighter heart swelled with affection and, forgetting all about her previously felt confusion, she lifted her eyes back to his and took a step toward him, no hesitation hinted. She lifted her hand and placed it slowly and gently onto his cheek. Her eyes glistening with tears, she exhaled softly. 'Thank you.' Nothing else seemed adequate right at that moment. Nothing could sum up everything she wanted to say. There was just so much. |
Daničlle Larocque - December 7, 2007 07:40 PM (GMT)
Finito! <3
Alice Black - December 7, 2007 07:55 PM (GMT)
Accepted!
Congratulations, you've been placed as a royal.
You have been placed in the mental abilities class.
You have been placed in the evening cycle.