Dee, Weee, angel! XD

[Dee]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Louise
Age;; 16

How did you find KOTS?;; I'm getting asked this too much... Lune, doodz</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Dee Hunter-Summers
Title;; Angel of Hope
Nickname/s;; N/A

Age;; 109
Race;; Angel

Side;; Good
Place of Residence;; Heaven
Level;; Level Six

Occupation;; Influence

Weapon of Choice;; Staff (defense weapon)

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; Amy Lee
Physical Description;; In a general overview, Dee is one of those women whom actually have meat on their bones. She is not fat, but she is not anorexic, neither. Her dress style generally consists of dark clothing, ranging from fishnets and arm warmers to skirts and dresses, all resembling Victorian-styled clothing. When she was human, she favoured wearing heavy "gothic" make-up; however, as an angel, she suddenly prefers to not wear any.

Dee is pretty tall, but that has never really gotten to her. Her skin is a lacy pale colour, though sometimes it seems to get a little bit of colour, and her eyes are a pretty blue/blue gray colour. Again, when she was a human, she tended to wear contacts to make her eyes look gray, but now she has discarded them.

Hair color;; Black
Eye color;; Gray/blue-gray

Height;; 5'9
Weight;; 70 kg (154 lbs)</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; It is very easy to say that Dee is quiet and shy, and perhaps because it is true. However, that is not all of it. She is also willing to do anything you say, basically, and she gets embarrassed very easily. She is not the jealous type, even when it comes to Kayden, but she shows her emotions in a different way. She does not talk a lot, but it is not hard to tell how she is feeling by her face and her actions.

She is a bit self-conscious and makes it seem as if she lacks an opinion of her own. She is more dependent than independent, even though she had to take care of herself and her cousin, and when she is alone, she gets lonely very easily. That is how she acts now-a-days, without Kayden; she seems pretty depressed, affected greatly by the fact that the rest of her family is still living on Earth and that she has not been able to find her husband.

Despite all of that, Dee still shines through with her gratitude. She would give the shirt off her back for anyone, and even if she had nothing, she would try to help anyone in need. She always prefers to see others happy rather than depressed, and for that, she is happy with her job of making mortals happy and want to come to Heaven.

Likes;;
+ seeing people smile and laugh
+ children
+ cleaning
+ everything being neat and straightened up
+ food =3
+ chocolate
+ to draw (mainly doodles)

Dislike;;
+ video games
+ when people are sad or depressed, even if she is
+ prejudice
+ when people don't want to do something with their lives
+ being without her family
+ violence

Skills;; Being kind and generous; would do anything in her power to help someone
Weaknesses;; Kayden, Mikey, and Jax

Hopes;; To meet up with Kayden finally, and wait for Mikey and Jax
Fears;; That she will never see her family again; that she will forever be alone

Goals;; To do her best each day with her job; to find her family

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;; Joseph and Connie Daniels-Hunter
Siblings;; ----
Other Family Members;; Jax Daniels - cousin

Date of Death;; 04/10/1981
Cause of Death;; House fire
Perpetrator/s;;

Past Incarnation/s;; Katrina Walters, painter

History;; Dee Hunter was born to Joseph and Connie Daniels-Hunter in London, England. Her parents had plenty of money to send her to some of the better schools in the area, eager to keep her out of danger. She went to church every Wednesday and Sunday with her parents, and was raised with very strict rules. Her parents believed in "family time", so whenever she was home from school and them from work, they would spend time together. They hardly ever watched movies, let alone television shows, and Dee was never allowed to play any sort of game, let it be a console or board game.

In school, Dee was the perfect student, getting near-perfect grades and never missing a day. To respect her family's strict rules, Dee stayed single the whole time, doing her best to not take interest in anyone, remaining a virgin until she was married. She never attended dances or anything of the sort, since it was against her parents' rules, and so she would stay at home, working on homework.

When she graduated high school, Dee was forced to start a life of her own. However, she had to adopt Jax, her cousin, and let him live with her, since his own parents had passed away. Even though he was older than her, Dee was the one taking care of him, feeding him, buying him clothes, taking him places, and all that. She even got a low-paying job and worked over every single day, trying to get as much money as she could, since Jax would not work.

She waited a year before attending University. When she did, she generally stayed the same way, except for the fact that she was always tired and had to constantly drive back and forth from school to home so she could take care of her cousin.

However, something happened while she was in school. She started taking interest in a boy -- Kayden Summers. She did her best to avoid him, but she always seemed to run into him. One day, he asked her to the masquerade ball, and she had told him that she was not sure if she would attend or not. Against her parents' rules, which she still abided by, Dee went to the dance. However, she never told Kayden who she was; she was worried about his reaction.

Kayden eventually managed to reveal her identity when he stubbornly pulled her mask off later that night while they sat outside on a bench and spoke. She confessed her feelings about him finally, and they ended up becoming a couple.

After they graduated, Dee moved in with Kayden, forced to bring Jax along as well. However, shortly after the two had gotten married, Jax finally left, finding someone he liked and deciding to move out to live with that other person. Dee never really saw much of him after that.

About half a year or so later, Dee gave birth to a boy, whom she and Kayden named Mikey. By then, Dee had loosened up a bit, and so Mikey had a generally free childhood; he was allowed video games and friends. However, Dee always kept a very careful eye on him, never wanting anything bad to happen to her precious son.

Some twenty years on down the road, while she lay sleeping with Kayden, a forgotten candle had caught a curtain on fire. Mikey had thankfully not been home at the time, and so he was safe from the fire that killed his parents as they slept.

Now Dee is alone in Heaven, having no idea where her beloved husband is, and wanting to just be reunited with her family once again. She can always be caught thinking about them, usually reminiscing on good times.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;; (same sample from Grey's app; clearly not Dee)

Yay, it was Monday morning. That meant school. That meant having to deal with other people she highly disliked. That meant another day without talking and just ignoring people. That just meant another day; another boring-packed day. Well, until she came home, but she did not have to worry about that yet.

Scowling, Bella stumbled out of her bed, nearly falling at one point. She finally made it into the small bathroom that was connected to her room, and she closed the door behind herself, her hands going in front of her as she searched for the sink. She soon found it and she felt for the faucet, turning the water on and cupping her hands underneath the cool liquid. She then lifted her hands up to her face and splashed the water all over it, her eyes still closed since she had not opened them yet. However, when she finally did, she looked straight in front of her, into the mirror. What she saw was a huge blurry figure, supposedly herself, her misty gray eyes wavering slightly and her pale eyelids slightly narrowed over them, her pitch black hair tied back into a braid with stray strands in her face.

Reaching behind her, Bella began to take out her braid, looking downwards to the counter, staying silent as she began to think to herself. She had gotten a new schedule the last week at school, giving her new classes, and she found herself still not comfortable with the change. She was not very fond of change, since she normally did not have to deal with it. Her family had always been the same; she had always lived in this house, in this city, in this state; nothing really changed.

Once her hair was down, Bella ran her fingers through it before she reached over, grabbing her contact case. She opened it and began putting the black contacts in, covering up her beautiful natural eyes, enabling her to see much better. When she finally had them in, she blinked a couple times, shaking her head and looking at herself in the mirror. Now the image was much clearer. Her straight, shoulder-blade length hair covered up the fresh bruise on her neck, and she was thankful for that, even though she felt as if she could still see it. The thought of it made her eyes narrow in anger. Her skin was pale, contrasting with her contacts and hair, and soon enough, her outfit and make-up. She was what people normally called “gothic”, even though she had no idea how they got that. She was not into the whole “heavy metal” thing; she barely knew any bands. She loved music, true, but she was not allowed the privilege to explore many things, including music. She wrote herself, though, so it was not so bad.

Running her skinny fingers through her hair one last time, Bella turned around and limped back to her bedroom, over to the dresser by her bed. She grabbed some clothes, throwing them on her bed before she began to change. When she got rid of her layers, it was very easy to see how skinny the frail sixteen-year-old was, which was actually a little scary. She still had a body form, good shape, but her anorexia was quite obvious. Well, if you ever caught her without her many layers. Another thing you could catch without her layers on, besides her skinny frame, was that her skin was pale was marked. She had bruises, new and old, all over her body, and her thighs and on the inside of her lower arms were red, irritated, and scarred, a couple spots of fresh blood noticeable. She was a cutter; she had issues. It was life, was it not? Exactly.

Bella quickly got dressed, wearing baggy clothes. She wore a pair of black Tripp pants with red hems and many layers for her top; a black tank top, a black short-sleeved shirt, a black long-sleeved shirt, and, finally, a black jacket with red hems, finishing the outfit. She soon pulled on some old, worn-out tennis shoes, ones she had coloured black herself, and then she walked back into the bathroom to apply her heavy black make-up; heavy eyeliner, heavy mascara, heavy eye shadow, heavy lip stick – heavy everything.

When she was finally done, Bella quickly limped back to her bedroom, grabbing her backpack and stuffing a couple things inside, zipping it back up inside. She then carefully slipped it onto her shoulders before she limped out of her bedroom, towards the front door, her head bowed with her hair hanging in her face. The cold hit her like a brick wall, but she did her best to ignore it, making her way a couple blocks before arriving at her bus stop. The others there glanced at her, but generally left her alone, continuing their conversation as Bella stayed there.

The bus was there a couple minutes later, and she was the last to get on, the others pushing her aside so they were able to pick their seats. A soft scowl escaped her lips, but for the most part, she remained expressionless, finding a seat and occupying it. The bus ride was another fifteen minutes as they picked up more students, Bella looking out the window the whole time. The bus soon slowed down for the final time, telling everyone that they had arrived, and so Bella shifted, getting ready to stand and to get off.

The school looked the same as ever, with the additional blanket of snow covering its rooftops. The girl spared the boring building only one glance before she headed over to her normal bench, one that was always vacant, and she took a seat, looking down at the ground blankly. She was alone, and she was fine with that. She did not need any friends; she was independent in her own way.

Other Info?;; ...None. ^^;

This post has been edited by Dee on Jul 29 2007, 11:03 PM

[Kingdom Of The Sky]

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