Name: Danielle Victoria Peters
Age: seventeen going on thirty (in her own mind); birthdate: November 5th, 1989, which makes her a Scorpio
Race: human
Height: now 5'8" and seems to still be growing
Weight: who needs to know? average
Build: enough height to keep her weight in good balance, with some muscles, built for endurance rather than speed
Skin: fair
Eyes: dark brown with flecks of golden brown
Hair: medium red-brown and lighter in tone than her eyes, and naturally reddish, not from henna
Distinguishing Features: a dark brown mole on the back of her left shoulder; ears pierced twice in each lobe but no other piercings, tattoos, or body markings
Hobbies & Skills: reading (especially biographies and histories), collections (rocks & minerals, shells), art (just sketching but she can draw a mean caricature when the mood hits... literally mean)
Combat & Magic Skills: a few years of training in Aikido; magic doesn't exist
Favorite Food: barbeque beef/chicken/pork for meals, extra dark chocolate for sweets
Favorite Colors: gold
Likes: getting her own way by whatever means needed
Dislikes: drugs and the losers who use them
Personality:
outwardly? compliant, intelligent, helpful, persistent, hopeful
actually? manipulative, clever, sarcastic, evasive, cynical
History Summary: Danielle lives with her grandmother. Her mother was a drug addicted drop-out and runaway who essentially forgot to have another abortion in time. She nevertheless tried to take care of Danielle for a couple of years but found the responsibility too much and turned back to drugs, including dealing them, as an easier alternative to trying to balance a menial job and day care. Danielle's grandmother found out and turned her in to the authorities, not so much from concern for Danielle's safety as because it was the high-moral-ground right-thing-to-do. Danielle's grandmother is very fond of such attitudes and nice strict rules. However, Danielle found out fairly soon that appearances are good enough when no one really cares about you, and the stricter the rule the easier to find a loophole. Even knowing this, sometimes in early school years the shell would crack and she'd get into a physical fight, blowing out all the pent-up rage. Some counselor had the bright idea of Aikido classes as a way of controlling and channeling this, and it worked somewhat.
Danielle doll-version:
Danielle by Re-Peat Again