Few, Daileh

[Daileh Few]

DAILEHFUCKIN'FEW

make-believing that I have a soul beneath the surface

` THECURTAINSRISING
i’m forgetting where i’ve been !

name ,

daileh (no middle name) few.

nicknames ,

dai.

age and year ,

seventeen, junior.

sexual preference ,

bisexual.

birthday ,

april eleventh, nineteen ninety one.

species ,

half demon, half human.

occupation ,

professional abortionist. or, a student. (winterthorne.)

magyck ,

manipulation Depending on the people and the circumstances, Daileh can bend people to her will. It depends on their will strength.
absorbs people By this, we mean completely. They remain in her mind until she calls upon them, and then, they are as real as ever before (albeit, there to serve). However, this can only be done if the person agrees completely, one hundred percent, without a doubt in their mind. Any powers they may have cannot be used by Daileh, only by the person when they're in a summoned or physical form. This is how Daileh came to possess the mimes. Also, she can absorb items. Items absorbed? An orange bouncy ball and scythe.
the mimes Daileh can summon three ghoulish mimes by the names of Sin, Alex and Tare. They always lurk over her shoulder, though she's the only one that can ever see them, save for when they're needed. However, when it comes to combat, only one of the three is aloud to fight at a time--the other two have to protect her instead.
Tare is the leader, with scraggly black hair and a top hat who wears both black and white. He fights using chains, and his lips are sewn shut.
Sin is the rebel, with a black and white skunk-motif mohawk/devil lock that's rarely up due to the pinstriped fedora. He wears mostly black, and doesn't use any sort of weapon to fight.
Alex is the tag-along, the naive one, with snow white hair and a bowler hat. He wears mostly white and fights with a cane.
None of the mimes can talk, except with themselves and Daileh, through a very minor form of telepathy. All of their weapons are pantomimed, along with everything they do.
pantomime

[/u] Recently found, she has the ability to access the mime's abilities of pantomime. (Like invisible shit, yeah?) If it can be pantomimed it can be done. Her favorites are walls, doors, and stuff to hit people with.[/blockquote]

` MYBREATHFOGGEDUPTHEGLASS
so i drew a new face and laughed !

eyes ,

a light green. like celery.

hair ,

blonde? white? gray? fuck if we know. highly process blonde hair with more bleach and black (for that dead effect) cut into a slightly dykey, mostly messy and boyish a-line.

body type,

short (an astounding 4'10") and slim with basically no hips, and a lousy a-cup, hence the boyish thing. she's incredibly conscious of her weight, always eating carrots and oranges rather than stuff she considers "unhealthy." rather fit though. it's due to her compulsive competitive nature.

distinguishing features ,

on her left shoulder is a depiction of koi fish in orange and teal with a few pink lotus flowers. in total, daileh has eleven peircings. two in the lip, one in the nose and four in either ear.

best feature ,

her height. at least she thinks so. when you're cute and little no one suspects you're a sociopath.

face claim ,

vi.

` LITTLEDEATHSINMUSICALBEDS
so it sees i’m someone i’ve never met !

likes ,

orange stuff, dead stuff, death, sex, drinking, eating puppies--not really, fighting, killing, blood and guts, winning, getting what she wants, being in control, the mimes.

dislikes ,

stupid people, losing, a lack of sex, not getting what she wants, meat, excessive drug use, wearing color, cute things, Charlotte.

strengths ,

her murderous charm, linguistics, understanding how people tick, being completely adorable.

weaknesses ,

not being in control, that whole emotionally retarded thing, being half human (if you ask her), oranges.

fears ,

losing her abilities, failing, being stabbed in the back by the mimes, being stabbed.

quirks ,

wears shades of black and white only, eats primarily orange foods, has a thing for riding on peoples backs, becomes increasingly adorable when cornered.

secrets ,

she's partially responsible for the whole murder spree thing at winterthorne. it hadn't been a secret before, but it is now. i mean, we can't have them prep school kids figuring her out.
she's highly addicted to killing. without it she gets incredibly irritable and snappy, like any other addict.

personality ,

You know the type of girl that is friends with everyone, with the loveable adoring boyfriend, the stunning wardrobe, and the perfect figure? Well, that’s not Dai, so get lost. Sure, she’s got friends, but she doesn’t see them that way—they’re all tools for her. And that wardrobe? Well that’s all black and white, literally.

She’s a simple little girl that likes oranges, killing sprees (but don’t tell those prep-school snobs), getting what she wants and doing so by any means necessary. Trust us, do not tempt this girl. If it's a challenge she'll take it, and no, she won't quit. Usually she's pretty up front about what she wants; though watch out for reverse psychology and a gentle stroke to the ego. No, she doesn't care how dirty of a move it is.

She's power hungry— short, so it must be a Napoleon complex. Any little amount of power will go right to her head. Be that the power of sex or a little baggy of cocaine with your name on it. She never just sits there. She will be watching, and she will be figuring out how to break you. Everyone's got one.

Unfortunately she has a tendency to be a bit impulsive when provoked. If things aren't going her way, watch out; her fuse is shorter than she is. The mini tyrant will come just shy of throwing a fit. Instead, she'll smash a vase or too, maybe wreck a cushion, destroy an orange, or occasionally kill the unsuspecting hobo. Really that all depends on how available they are though.

But she's not all bad (okay, that's really stretching it). She's got a soft spot for a few people and it kills her. It's a weakness. Weaknesses are bad. Her Kryptonite, if you will. Heaven forbid anyone play on that though. Do you even want to imagine that tiff?

In short, don't get in her way. Happily oblige to any and all demands, because if you don't, one way or another she'll get what she wants from you. There's no promising you'll survive it either.

`I’MNOTCRAZYI’MJUSTALITTLEUNWELL
i know, right now you can’t tell !

favorite cereal?

cap'n crunch. it's orange and tears the shit out of your mouth.

deal or no deal?

no dice man. i'll just kill you and take the money.

opinion on pink, fuzzy handcuffs?

if they weren't pink then fuck yeah.

if confronted by the living dead, what would you do?

"mimes! attack!" only not so lame.

` WORDSOFWISDOMFORTHEWEARY
see who gets it in the end !

family ,

Michael White, adopted father, 45.
Julia White, adopted mother, 43.
Real parents, unknown. All that is known is that her father is a demon, which is why her mother put her up for adoption.

pets ,

wake the snake.

best memory ,

killing some "fickle little bitch" from her previous school. oh that glorious splatter.

worst memory ,

catching her parents when the lied about her being adopted.

history ,

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Daileh Few. Born in Georgia and living with her lovely adopted parents, Mister and Misses White, she had a delectable little life. The Whites were spineless little rodents you see, and their little princess quickly learned how best to manipulate them. One day though, in Los Angeles this time, because the Whites loved to move, after a few other moves as well, the ten year old discovered that her mummy and daddy were liars.
She was in fact adopted. Should've figured really, they were absolute yuppies. She really had no problem with it, other than the fact that she hadn't caught their lie sooner.
Early on she was moved forward a grade, and early on she got a taste for the forbidden fruit of death. It was insatiable. At age twelve, she killed her teacher over in Whales. Then there was that obnoxious boy in Canada. And there's no forgetting that girl from England. Like clockwork, the Whites and little Daileh packed up and moved every year and a half. This, along with the privileged little life she had, allowed her to get away with murder.

However, at fourteen, when her school went into class elections, she found something she wanted: more power. For some reason, being class president meant the world to her. Not even she knew why. So, the little breed ran. And won, thanks to some casual little threats to her fellow class mates, her competition, and even the administrators. Clearly, she had a knack for this.
But some little fucker ratted her out. She was expelled for it (and the pot in her locker, but it wasn't hers I say), and soon sent to another school.
That school? Same story. However, she had met some rather nice friends. Those three weird kids that never spoke, they got attached. The sex was great, it was a perfectly cohesive friendship. That's when Daileh discovered her other power. She'd done and absorbed those stupid mimes. Unfortunately she didn't even know how.
That school didn't last long either. This time though, she was held back a grade. So much for that leap forward, yeah? What for? Attacking a teacher. But the bastard deserved it. He'd been looking up her skirt, and there was no way she was about to lay him with that Gambol kid in the class room. Zack Gambol, little bendable Zack. He adored her. Daileh, however, just saw a pliable little sap. That obviously hadn't lasted long. Kicked him to the curb too.
So she wound up at Winterthorne. You can just guess where that lead to. The murders, the drama, endless nights of, "no, fuck you." At least she was never caught. Take that and stick it in your evidence.

` WE’RETHEPARTYYOU’RETHEPEOPLE
let’s make this night a classic !

codename ,

R3D! redredred. :]

agent number ,

seventeen.

mission time ,

seven or eight?

directive ,[/i]

what the fuck sav. halp. cannot fiiind. D:
YOUFAIL.

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