[hider=Danielle Coventry] [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=9932cc]Danielle Coventry[/color][/h1] [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/8c074bf9588199b3c14c57e57d7ab526/tumblr_inline_n7w85s4p8A1sz03jf.gif[/img] [color=9932cc][sub][i][h2]”Here lies Danielle Coventry, a good friend and a reckless bitch,”[/h2][/i][/sub][/color][/center] [hr][hr] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Name:[/color] [indent]Dazza, Danny, and Lollipop[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Age:[/color] [indent]19[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Gender:[/color] [indent]Female[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Sexuality:[/color] [indent]Straight[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Relationship Status:[/color] [indent]Currently single[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:[/color] [indent]Single nose ring and small holes from now removed earrings[/indent] [center][hr][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/522d494c3557ad40c87a1ef1232ff29b/tumblr_inline_n7w86n0FbL1sz03jf.gif[/img][hr][/center] [i][center][color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Persistent ☽⬤☾ Bossy ☽⬤☾ Powerful ☽⬤☾ Shut-in ☽⬤☾[/color][/center][/i] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Skills:[/color] [indent][list][*]Botany [i][color=9932cc]Able to identify a plant, know its effects, and what it can be used for[/color][/i] [*]Free-runner [i][color=9932cc]Capable of some parkour due to youthful nature.[/color][/i] [*]Wild [i][color=9932cc]In times of great stress or importance, Danielle gains a small boost in physical and mental capabilities[/color][/i] [*]Adept Learner [i][color=9932cc]Able to pick up skills quickly[/color][/i] [/list][/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Hometown:[/color] [indent]San Jose, CA[/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Cause of Death:[/color] [indent]When someone says they died of poison, images of assassinations, foul play, and dramatic murder come to mind. No one expects that you died because from your own stupidity. Danielle was always a smart-ish girl, a B/C student all her life, capable of handling herself. But sometimes she does overlook some things, for example, forgetting to look up what minerals and gemstones are poisonous to humans and that kill once ingested. So after dipping what she assumed was a harmless mix of azurite and cinnabar (among other things) into her morning drink turned to disaster once she began vomiting all over the coffee table. She would’ve survived had she had the brains and the calm to call emergency services, but as feverish as she was at the moment, all she could do was pass out and die slowly while stewing in her own filth. The poison circulated through her quickly and took her swiftly, her body wasn’t discovered until a week later when neighbours complained about a foul order. [/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Years Reborn:[/color] [indent]1 year[/indent] [center][hr][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/b08ab2e8387c4eef77f3c5a72200e83e/tumblr_inline_n7w8drKw081sz03jf.gif[/img][hr][/center] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Living Biography:[/color] [indent]Danielle’s life was as simple as they get. Simple girl with simple needs in a simple school with simple friends. Her life wasn’t something you could make a documentary out of. She went through life with an apathetic demeanor and tight lips, going with the flow with little to no ambition. However, she was very sensitive and artistic, her cold and uncaring outwards appearance was just a facade to hide the person within her that just wanted to sip coffee and sigh about art. And so she just waded through life, taking the classes she needed to take, talking to the people she had to talk to, all with the goal of getting into college in order to get an office job she’ll hate even though she wanted to write instead. However, this “eh, whatever attitude started to get to her. She felt as if she was losing control over her life and that nothing really mattered, she wanted something to make her feel as if she was in charge again and that’s how she picked up the craft that eventually lead to her death. Danielle was never really a superstitious or religious person, and she still wasn’t one after picking up the craft, she burnt basil and made good luck jars in the same way someone would tell an actor to break a leg or throw salt over their shoulder. And she did mostly do it for the aesthetic. She kept her practice secret, fearing ridicule or ostracisation, and just did her thing. This would’ve been fine had she not have accidently thrown poisonous materials into her spiritual works and now look at her, she’s dead. Sorta. [/indent] [color=9932cc]☽⬤☾ Postmortem Biography:[/color] [indent]Danielle’s “rebirth” was a very special moment for her. At first she thought that the major religions were right and that she was going to be sent to hell for mixing lavender and tulips, but after a few moments of not burning in an eternal fire, she assumed she was either in purgatory or a ghost, maybe both. But the transformation from reckless teen to casper did have a toll on her. She grew bitter and regretful, thinking about all the opportunities she has to miss on now, all the times she didn’t tell her parents she loved them, all that sap had cocooned her into her old apathetic and ever so slightly depressed self again. What was there to live for now? Was being able to watch any movie for free now worth the total isolation? Was the fear of passing into the unknown greater? All these muddled up thoughts that accumulated into an ever buzzing question of “what now?” Until of course a strange person offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse...[/indent] [/hider]