Post by Delilah Brennan on Jul 11, 2007 9:02:59 GMT -5
Name: Delilah Brennan
Nicknames: She doesn’t have any.
Age: 16
Grade: Sophmore
Clique: Delilah floats between the “Creative Kids” and the “Stoners”. She has no problem getting along with everybody, though.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Audrey Kitching
Hometown/Country:Gold Hill, Oregon. U.S.
Personality/Attitude:
Delilah is a small town girl with a big city attitude. She has lived many places, but her most recent years have been in Gold Hill. Delilah is bright, witty, generally optimistic; a perfectly functioning teenager. However, once you get on her bad side, it’s another story… Usually, though Delilah is a sweetheart. She loves to go out, have fun, have a few laughs. However, she isn't very open about her past, and tries to keep it a secret for fear people might judge her.
Unfortunately, Delilahs’ sweet personality has a bitchy side, like any other teenage girl. Most people don’t believe it, but she can tear you down and rip you up- something she learned from her mom. Otherwise, Delilah tries, sometimes too hard, to get along with people. She’s far from needy- just extremely friendly which sometimes makes her seem vulnerable.
Likes:
- Playing her guitar.
- Learning.
- Reading.
- Music.
- Falling in- and out- of love.
- Going to concerts.
- Smoking.
- Writing.
- Yoga.
- Running.
- Nature.
- Hiking.
- History.
Dislikes:
- People who are rude.
- Crappy rap.
- Sleazy guys.
- People who are judgemental.
- Jesus freaks.
- People who make rude comments.
- Meat, dairy-products, poultry.
- Everything she did in her past.
Appearance:
Delilah has long, -natural- black hair that falls to her waist. Often, she'll change it to weird, funky colors and put it in weird styles, though. She is pale, skinny, and has a slight smile permanently attached to her pierced lip. She has an illegal tattoo on the back of her neck- it’s in Japanese and means “free spirit”. She has scarring on her left and right lower legs- scarification she got when she was 15. It follows many cultures, but it was her "Right of Passage", so to speak, to let go of the past and move on. She has old scars from past suicide attempts- nothing she tries to cover up, but avoids from being noticed.
Usually, she wears skirts, t-shirts, jeans, and a variety of shoes. Delilah has a certain expertise with make-up, and is always sure that she looks decent.
Picture:
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 100-105
(Remember, she's a vegan artist who pays for everything in her mouth and on her back)
Relatives/Family:
“Dad”- David Hagan- passed away.
Mom- Laurene Brennan-Hagan, 42, widowed.
Sister- Courtney Brennan, 18, lives at college.
Biological Father- Unknown.
Occupation: Student and will sometimes play music at local joints.
Background/History:
Delilah, like I said earlier, has lived many places. Born in south side Chicago, Illinois at 4 in the morning. She came in a ruse, as many said- less than 2 hours of labor. The doctors didn’t even arrive, in fact- her grandma had to deliver her. When she was only two months old though, the tragedy started for Delilah. Laurene left her biological father, an abusive druggie, and went off to live on her own. From that moment on, Delilah never lived in one place for more than a year.
Life passed on, until she was three, which at that point she could already read, walk, talk, and made everyone know exactly when and what she was thinking of. Then, Laurene married David, after about a year and a half of dating. David was the perfect man- smart, kind, loved children, held a job- and the perfect father. Delilah was spoiled, but not a brat. At about the age of six, Delilah learned to quite down, and with good reason- David killed himself, and she’s the one that found him.
At that point, even Delilah herself cannot recall much happening. She was in shell shock and hardly spoke to anybody. She was expelled from her good Catholic school for dragging a boy into the girls bathroom and trying to drown him in the toilet- all for calling another girl fat. Delilah from then on went in and out of schools, teachers and parents alike looking down there noses. Along with the fact Laurene couldn’t hold a job, they were always moving.
Finally, when Delilah was 12, everything just exploded from in her. Her, Courtney, and Laurene had moved to the small town in southern Oregon, even though Courtney was at boarding school. And Delilah couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was sixth grade, and she had almost no friends, her older sister was gone, her mother emotionally unavailable- it was all wrong. In an almost successful suicide attempt, she had felt a connection deeper than anything else, and discovered her religion- Wicca. For the next two years, however, Delilah was in and out of hospitalization for bipolar. When she managed to be out of the hospital, she constantly was running away, ditching school, she skipped class, smoked pot, slept around, partied, and tried about every drug available.
Finally, her mother put her through a series of tests- IQ and such, and people were stunned; at only 14 this suicidal, smoking, slutty, doped up girl had an intelligence quotient of 169. Immeadiately, and without question, Delilah was put in schools- scholarships, the whole raw deal. Only catch is she has to keep her act in order. So far, her friendly personality has kept her in check, but she doesn’t know how long she can keep the act up…
Canon or Custom? Custom.
Timezone: My timezone? I believe it’s +8… or -8. Well, I live on the West Coast of the U.S.
Sample RP:
Hands shaking, Delilah wiped her hands on her short jean skirt. In a white tank top, black combat boots, with her long black hair flowing down her back and the flood stopping at her waist, Delilah looked like somebody hiding in hair and shoes that were too big.
Clearing her throat, she choked into the microphone, “My name’s Delilah, and this is called ‘Self-Destruct’” A few hoots and “YEE-AHS!” followed appropriately, and the small girl gave a shaky laugh. Her hand strumming the old guitar, covered in doodles, paisleys, and a photograph on the back, Delilah closed her eyes and began to sing.
“…Sometimes you’ve got to let go,
Even if you let your feelings show,
And after all you had to do,
I don’t miss you.”
Finishing the song, the crowd erupted with applause. “Thank you,” she mumbled into the microphone, and ducked behind the stage, letting out a sigh.
“That was great kid. Come back next week?” Another random manager asking her back, for a new song, new look, more audience appeal; not likely to happen. She nodded her head and smiled, knowing she would never see him or this place again. Strapping her guitar into it’s wooden case, she dodged out back of the smoke-filled joint, and hitched a ride back to Tucson with some horny college guys. Better say ‘Hi’ to mom, and hell, why not get laid on the way?
Nicknames: She doesn’t have any.
Age: 16
Grade: Sophmore
Clique: Delilah floats between the “Creative Kids” and the “Stoners”. She has no problem getting along with everybody, though.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Audrey Kitching
Hometown/Country:Gold Hill, Oregon. U.S.
Personality/Attitude:
Delilah is a small town girl with a big city attitude. She has lived many places, but her most recent years have been in Gold Hill. Delilah is bright, witty, generally optimistic; a perfectly functioning teenager. However, once you get on her bad side, it’s another story… Usually, though Delilah is a sweetheart. She loves to go out, have fun, have a few laughs. However, she isn't very open about her past, and tries to keep it a secret for fear people might judge her.
Unfortunately, Delilahs’ sweet personality has a bitchy side, like any other teenage girl. Most people don’t believe it, but she can tear you down and rip you up- something she learned from her mom. Otherwise, Delilah tries, sometimes too hard, to get along with people. She’s far from needy- just extremely friendly which sometimes makes her seem vulnerable.
Likes:
- Playing her guitar.
- Learning.
- Reading.
- Music.
- Falling in- and out- of love.
- Going to concerts.
- Smoking.
- Writing.
- Yoga.
- Running.
- Nature.
- Hiking.
- History.
Dislikes:
- People who are rude.
- Crappy rap.
- Sleazy guys.
- People who are judgemental.
- Jesus freaks.
- People who make rude comments.
- Meat, dairy-products, poultry.
- Everything she did in her past.
Appearance:
Delilah has long, -natural- black hair that falls to her waist. Often, she'll change it to weird, funky colors and put it in weird styles, though. She is pale, skinny, and has a slight smile permanently attached to her pierced lip. She has an illegal tattoo on the back of her neck- it’s in Japanese and means “free spirit”. She has scarring on her left and right lower legs- scarification she got when she was 15. It follows many cultures, but it was her "Right of Passage", so to speak, to let go of the past and move on. She has old scars from past suicide attempts- nothing she tries to cover up, but avoids from being noticed.
Usually, she wears skirts, t-shirts, jeans, and a variety of shoes. Delilah has a certain expertise with make-up, and is always sure that she looks decent.
Picture:
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 100-105
(Remember, she's a vegan artist who pays for everything in her mouth and on her back)
Relatives/Family:
“Dad”- David Hagan- passed away.
Mom- Laurene Brennan-Hagan, 42, widowed.
Sister- Courtney Brennan, 18, lives at college.
Biological Father- Unknown.
Occupation: Student and will sometimes play music at local joints.
Background/History:
Delilah, like I said earlier, has lived many places. Born in south side Chicago, Illinois at 4 in the morning. She came in a ruse, as many said- less than 2 hours of labor. The doctors didn’t even arrive, in fact- her grandma had to deliver her. When she was only two months old though, the tragedy started for Delilah. Laurene left her biological father, an abusive druggie, and went off to live on her own. From that moment on, Delilah never lived in one place for more than a year.
Life passed on, until she was three, which at that point she could already read, walk, talk, and made everyone know exactly when and what she was thinking of. Then, Laurene married David, after about a year and a half of dating. David was the perfect man- smart, kind, loved children, held a job- and the perfect father. Delilah was spoiled, but not a brat. At about the age of six, Delilah learned to quite down, and with good reason- David killed himself, and she’s the one that found him.
At that point, even Delilah herself cannot recall much happening. She was in shell shock and hardly spoke to anybody. She was expelled from her good Catholic school for dragging a boy into the girls bathroom and trying to drown him in the toilet- all for calling another girl fat. Delilah from then on went in and out of schools, teachers and parents alike looking down there noses. Along with the fact Laurene couldn’t hold a job, they were always moving.
Finally, when Delilah was 12, everything just exploded from in her. Her, Courtney, and Laurene had moved to the small town in southern Oregon, even though Courtney was at boarding school. And Delilah couldn’t hold it in any longer. It was sixth grade, and she had almost no friends, her older sister was gone, her mother emotionally unavailable- it was all wrong. In an almost successful suicide attempt, she had felt a connection deeper than anything else, and discovered her religion- Wicca. For the next two years, however, Delilah was in and out of hospitalization for bipolar. When she managed to be out of the hospital, she constantly was running away, ditching school, she skipped class, smoked pot, slept around, partied, and tried about every drug available.
Finally, her mother put her through a series of tests- IQ and such, and people were stunned; at only 14 this suicidal, smoking, slutty, doped up girl had an intelligence quotient of 169. Immeadiately, and without question, Delilah was put in schools- scholarships, the whole raw deal. Only catch is she has to keep her act in order. So far, her friendly personality has kept her in check, but she doesn’t know how long she can keep the act up…
Canon or Custom? Custom.
Timezone: My timezone? I believe it’s +8… or -8. Well, I live on the West Coast of the U.S.
Sample RP:
Hands shaking, Delilah wiped her hands on her short jean skirt. In a white tank top, black combat boots, with her long black hair flowing down her back and the flood stopping at her waist, Delilah looked like somebody hiding in hair and shoes that were too big.
Clearing her throat, she choked into the microphone, “My name’s Delilah, and this is called ‘Self-Destruct’” A few hoots and “YEE-AHS!” followed appropriately, and the small girl gave a shaky laugh. Her hand strumming the old guitar, covered in doodles, paisleys, and a photograph on the back, Delilah closed her eyes and began to sing.
“…Sometimes you’ve got to let go,
Even if you let your feelings show,
And after all you had to do,
I don’t miss you.”
Finishing the song, the crowd erupted with applause. “Thank you,” she mumbled into the microphone, and ducked behind the stage, letting out a sigh.
“That was great kid. Come back next week?” Another random manager asking her back, for a new song, new look, more audience appeal; not likely to happen. She nodded her head and smiled, knowing she would never see him or this place again. Strapping her guitar into it’s wooden case, she dodged out back of the smoke-filled joint, and hitched a ride back to Tucson with some horny college guys. Better say ‘Hi’ to mom, and hell, why not get laid on the way?
