Post by delaney on Sept 17, 2010 14:50:27 GMT -5
delaney l. smith
17. hybrid (angel/gifted human). Petre Teresak.
" LIKES;
- rainy days
- foresty areas
- ocean
- photography
- coffee
- s'mores
- dominance
- cats
- wolves
- horses
- dangly jewelry
- sunburns
- late nights
- late mornings
- running
- singing (other people...)
- dead flowers
- fires
DISLIKES;
- cigarettes
- snobs
- loud noises
- screaming
- inadequate words
- lovers
- people (in general)
- being cornered
- country music
- going to bed early
- early mornings
- abuse (or any sort)
- mexican food
POSITIVE TRAITS;
- quiet
- gentle
- confident
- outspoken (when speaking)
- thoughtful
- charismatic
- clever
- dedicated
NEGATIVE TRAITS;
- decisive
- manipulative
- easily angered
- not too sociable
- difficulty communicating
- gossip
GOALS;
- to figure it all out
- to understand what love is
- figure out why she doesn't have the aforementioned
HOMETOWN; Las Vegas
PARENTS; Mother, Cathrine(ageless)[deceased]; Father, Mike(55yrs)
SIBLINGS; none
HISTORY; It was never very good PR for an angel to bed with anything but. But that's what Dell's mom did. Delaney's father was a writer, and he lived basically as a recluse in the forest, locked up in this desolate peice of patch work firs. He didn't understand at the time what his gift was; it wasn't a flashy gift, like some other gifted humans'. It worked in mysterious ways, the way his pen hit the paper, the way a blue jay would sit in a window and watch him work, or the way a deer would feel perfectly at home in his study. Granted, he saw the suspicion.
Especially the day the lady in white came to his door.
She must've been a fallen angel by now; Catherine was tired of all the strain of being an angel. Her purity was fading fast from years and years of living in watching. She had fine greek features that she passed on to Dell, large doe eyes, full lips and delicate cheeks. Some say she'd been alive long enough to let you know if there really was such a thing as greek gods and goddesses.
Her father always wondered why the lady in white stayed with him, and gave him a daughter. He found out quickly why. It was her last resort. A few years after Delaney was born (she was around five or six) Catherine died.
The girl had led a pretty charmed life up until that point. Her parents had doted on her incessantly, and she had never even stopped to wonder why. She was perfect, nearly; she would have had to have been a full-fledged angel to be any better than she was.
But when her mother died, things changed. She watched as she floated down the river, the angel's last wish, dark rivulets of hair cascading through the small currents. It was sunny that day. Delaney grew to hate the sun quickly after.
Her father moved them into the city, from the rocky forests of southern Utah to the bustling suburbs of Las Vegas. Dell couldn't handle it. Her father locked himself in a small room and wrote hundreds of beginings, but never an ending. And if he ever pulled and ending out, it was chopped, gruesome and dower. Delaney grew to ignore him in the years that went past.
She made friends with stray animals easily, and they followed her around. People would have labeled her as a freak for her lack of social skills if it wasn't for the fact that they were so attracted to her, like bugs to a lantern. But Dell really wasn't ever one for people, it was much easier for her to escape back out to Utah for a while, and sit in the trees were her mother braided her hair.
But all things change.
Lack of attention made her wary.
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SEREN. FOREVER! underage. ponita is a RIDICULOUS pony.