Post by annie on Dec 4, 2011 21:13:57 GMT
delphine marie st-leonard
hit me where it hurts the most, break me down to the bone
you wouldn’t be the first, it can’t get any worse
[/center]age;; twenty-two
gender;; female
band you are affiliated with;; neon lover
position in band;; rhythm guitar
sexuality;; straight
play-by;; astrid berges-frisbey
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SWEET
della has always been qualified as a sweet, somewhat innocent young woman, even if she is part of a band and would be expected to have some imaginary balls, she’s a quiet person who prefers to be nice to people instead of always picking fights here and there. it’s not who she is at all. in fact, she pretty much hates people who tend to do that, simply because she finds it stupid and annoying. she has always had a facility in making friends because she is such a sweet person who mostly agrees with everyone on everything. sure, she has her opinions, but she tends to be quite polite about those when they differ from someone else’s. she really stays away from any possible kind of conflict, just in case in turns out into a fight.
OPEN-MINDED
della is a really open-minded person. when she was only a child, her father put her into different classes outside of school to learn different languages. apart from english, she now knows five extra languages such as french, spanish, italian, portuguese and german. as soon as she entered high school, she started comunicating with people from almost every part of the world using the different languages she knew. that is how she learned so much about other countries and how people generally live over there. she keeps in contact with them and makes sure she writes at least twice a week to each and everyone of them. she loves learning new things and trying new things as well such as different types of food. anything that is different from what people would normally do, she does, basically.
VEGETARIAN
indeed, being a vegetarian is such a big part of her life that it has also become part of her personality. she stopped eating meet after she saw a few documentaries on how animals are treated and killed before made into your everyday steak or pork chop. it’s the only thing she is not at all ready to change her mind on. she has made a promise to herself that she would never eat animals again. she understands that before, the human race was forced to eat animals because they could not get proteins otherwise. however, now that it is possible to eat other things while still getting your everyday dose of protein, she thinks it’s simply barbaric to kill and treat another being like that.
likes;; reading, music, having fun, movies, the fifties/sixties period of time.
dislikes;; fighting, free physical violence, dancing, being alone, being sad.
quirks and habits;;
CHEWING ON FINGERNAILS
whenever she’s nervous or bored, it’s likely to find her chewing on her fingernails. she’ll just absent-mindedly chew on them and then not so much gracefully spit them out until someone tells her to stop it. she’s not even aware that she’s doing it, most of the time.
MAKING BRACELETS
yeah, that’s definitely one of her quirks that, when people see her doing it, they stare at her for a while. she makes bracelets. which means she laces cords together, makes those pretty and then ties them around her wrists. she has a bunch around both of her wrists and ankles. it’s generally just something she does when she wants to remember a particular moment. one for when her mom got sent away. one for when she had her first boyfriend. one for when she got pregnant. one for when her child died. and everything else.
strengths;; patience, understanding, listening, empathy
weaknesses;; defending herself, talking about her past, jealousy towards mothers, any kind of sport
fears;; she is deeply scared of ever being pregnant again.
goals;; simply being a good person is a good enough goal for her.
history;;
• delphine marie st-leonard, who’s middle name comes from her father’s mother, was born to carolina jesabel davidson, a stay-at-home, typically american mother, and jean-louis pierre st-leonard, a priest, french father, on the twenty-first of june, ninety eighty-nine. both of her parents had found their soulmate in one another and they thought they had found what seemed to be, at first, the perfect relationship. they had been married for five years when their first daughter was born, having had quite a lot of difficulty to have a child. delphine was born with lung problems and had to be kept in the hospital for about five months before her loving parents could take her home. during that time, carolina was completely destroyed and in pain, leaving her husband and loved ones to take care of her and give her all of the attention she wanted. eventually, however, when they could take their beautiful baby girl home, the attention suddenly vanished even if the poor girl and her mother were ever so fragile.
• carolina had developped some kind of addiction to the attention she had been getting from her husband and her loved ones. so when she found herself left completely alone with her sick daughter, she had to find some way to get the attention back. as much as she loved her daughter, carolina started mixing pills children should not have been taking with her child’s food, thus making her sick and would take her to the hospital almost every week. the attention soon came back. well, until her husband figured out what she had been doing when he came back from church a sunday afternoon. after talking to the authorities and with a psychiatrist, carolina was diagnosed with the munchausen syndrome and was sent away to a facility in salt lake city, utah, where she would spend a long enough time for delphine to barely remember her now.
• throughout the rest of her childhood, jean-louis was the one who took care of the small delphine. he would take her with him to church when his mother could not take care of her. as soon as she was old enough to speak, he started teaching her french and that was the very first language she learned apart from english. as she grew older and older, he signed her up from extra classes after school and, by the age of ten, she knew six languages and could speak fluently in each and every one of them. she was like any other normal child and made friends quite easily. she hated bragging about stuff that she knew and was perfectly aware that, if she did, she would most likely lose every one of her friends. she simply would have hated that.
• when she entered high school at fifteen years old, delphine was still her daddy’s girl. she was innocent, perfect and had the most amazing grades in her year. she could have easily skipped a few years but she refused seeing as she was perfectly fine with hanging around people of her age. right after the christmas vacations, when she came back, a boy named tristan started finding her to his liking and they started going out. that was when delphine started learning what real life was truly about and she started going to parties without her father knowing. the young couple eventually got down to it and that was when the girl lost her virginity. two weeks later, however, she realised that she had gotten way more than she had bargained for. she was pregnant.
• her father was not at all happy with the fact that his daughter was going to have a child, being a clergy man. however, whatever people at church could say, the man refused to let his daughter give up on her child like her own mother had and she kept the baby. nine months later, daniella st-leonard was born and tristan had suddenly fallen off of the face of the earth. two years later, however, on dani’s second birthday, he reappeared and asked to spend time with his child. no matter how much her father complained, delphine eventually accepted. it was probably the worst mistake of her entire life.
• on the sixth of january, two thousand six, after a drunken night at his friend’s house, tristan decided to take his daughter back to her mom. he drove four miles before a truck ran into his car, thus killing the child, but not tristan. delphine was devastated and cried for a long time before she could go back to school. she lost most of her year and so had to take summer classes to make up for it if she did not want to lose a year. after that, delphine and tristan never talked again.
• delphine started learning how to play guitar after that tragedy happened and found it quite relaxing. she kept playing as a way to get stuff off of her mind and even started playing at her father’s church every sunday for people who might have wanted to listen to her. she was a rather good singer too and had a rather natural talent at performing arts.
• she started playing with neon lover a few months later and absolutely fell in love with playing music. her father was definitely not too happy with the people she was hanging around with and would have prefered if she had shown some kind of desire to go to university and study something useful, as he generally put it. however, he was simply glad that she was coming back to the person she had been before the daniella incident.
• even if she is currently on tour with neon lover, it doesn’t stop delphine from taking online classes in history and arts. she knows that the band will most likely not last forever and she prefers having something to do afterwards instead of ending up working at burger king or for her father.
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age;; seventeen
what makes the world go 'round?;; ;D admin'd
roleplay sample;;
reading a book was definitely one of her favourite things to do when she was bored and had absolutely nothing else such as homework or some other thing to do. few people simply read for fun nowadays. people of her age enjoyed much more going out and getting as drunk as someone could possibly get. they had sex here and there and then went back home complaining about how much their head was hurting. the teenager led a much simpler lifestyle than all of those and she liked to think it was by choice even if she knew that, if she had chosen otherwise, she still would have not been able to live like her peers. so books were the things she loved the most as of now about life. before, if you asked her what she liked to do, she would have answered you that she enjoyed having a conversation with someone about an interesting subject of any kind. however, that opportunity had not been given to her as of lately and so books were the only thing she had. it was kind of the same, to be honest, except from the fact that, instead of being in contact with flesh and warmth, you were in contact with paper. period. but she liked it. she liked how she could simply let herself fall into their universe. most of the time, she would find herself becoming part of the story, as if she was truly living it with the characters. it had been rather pathetic after she had finished reading harry potter, really, running around and making it seem like if she could actually hex someone. she was convinced it would not have surprised a few people that she was, in fact, a witch. she had, after all, been called like that once. but that was not the point. she had found some kind of comfort in books, as if she could let go of everything that was on her mind as she read them. she would forget about every single one of her problems and fully focus on the story. other people would have normally went to talk to one of their friends or to their parents, but it was not like she could do such a thing, was it?
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
gabriella did not exactly have a bad relationship with her parents. she loved them and they loved her right back. however, she had always had the feeling that, whatever she did, it was never enough for them. she always needed to do more, to be better at school, to be better in life. they did not seem to understand that every person had their weaknesses. perfection did not exist in the world but they seemed to think that it did and that their daughter should have represented it. they thought that they, themselves, were perfect and that they could not have procreated an imperfect child. as a child, she would always have that pressure from her parents on her shoulders. she would try to please them in whichever way she could which explained that she did not exactly have any close friends when in elementary school or in middle school. even if she was going to one of the best schools through the entire country for her high school years, she had decided to stop studying for her parents. it was not that she hated it. in fact, she loved learning new things and she did not mind it at all, as long as she was not doing it because she was forced to. even if it was pretty much all that she knew how to do perfectly, she would find other things to do when she did not feel like studying. it was the main thing she loved about being away from home. she could finally do whatever she wanted, even if those things were only reading a good book or spending time by herself. she was not constantly pushed in the back to have good grades. in fact, her grades had improved ever since she had gotten away and her parents were not complaining at all.
her life did sound pathetic when you thought about it. to be honest, gabriella did find it quite sad that she pretty much did nothing else then spend her life studying and reading and spending time by herself. however, she accepted everything about it. it was not like she could do much anything about it. her peers would not have let her and she was not exactly ready to go through a transformation such as the one preston had been through. there she sat, reading her book as people passed by, not noticing her at all. she was convinced that they did not want to notice her, in fact. they simply walked by without even daring to shoot a glance in her direction. she did not even know if they had seen her. she would have not been surprised if they had not. it seemed, to her, that she somehow had become part of the background, lately, and so it surprised her when she heard a voice salute her a few minutes after she had sat on that bench. in fact, it surprised her so much that she jumped slightly and almost dropped the book she was holding in her lap. she swallowed with difficulty as she looked up, wondering who could have been talking to her. she had some friends, sure, but none that would have been outside at this time of the day. in fact, most of her friends were just like her. they would spend most of their time in the library, just like she used to do, so she guessed that it was really unlikely to be one of them.
her eyes widened when she saw preston standing a few feet away from her. however, her expression quickly went from surprised to angry, reflecting his own. she refused to let him win this time, she did not feel like being walked all over. the young girl rolled her eyes as soon as she heard him speak, knowing what was coming and she was not at all mistaken. as strange as it may seem to your small brain, preston, i have better things to do than follow a stupid jerk like you around. as soon as she spoke those words, she hated herself. she wanted to take them back. the old gabriella did not want to hurt him at all. she wanted to still be nice to him, to be his friend, even if she knew, deep down, that she could not. she stood up from her bench, not looking at him anymore, simply because she could not without seeing the friend she had once loved. was i sitting on your bench? she turned around, looking down at the bench and seeming to be searching for something. oh, wait. your name’s not written on it. she sat back down and looked back up at preston, frowning slightly. guess you can leave, now.
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