Post by Dana Wolfe on Jan 13, 2008 6:39:26 GMT -5
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{ you know you could've been a wonder
character’s name Dana Annabelle Wolfe
gender female
discipline voice ; ballad
age 16
sexuality straight
{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,
history
Dana Annabelle Wolfe’s life began on 2nd of Febuary 1991. Her parents Nicola and Michael Wolfe were as proud as they could be for they now had two beautiful girls. Dana was the second after Denise. Denise Amelia Wolfe always felt compelled to look after her younger sister seeing as she was the oldest. They never really got along well which may have led to there arguments and eventual rivalry. However at the start it was merely passed off as sisterly brawls that would eventually pass. Neither Denise nor Dana could dwell on that matter however because they weren’t the only children for very long. Three years after Dana’s birth followed Sophia then Derik and eventually Markus. Five beautiful children in the perfect family. Or so it seemed.
Now the Wolfe family was not poor. Far from it! They were rather rich so it was pretty easy to raise there children once they were older. However Denise and Dana felt left out because there younger siblings had a lot more attention then they did. They wanted and no doubt needed more consideration then they got. So, in their frustration, they took it out on each other. This pulled them further apart, no doubt breaking any friendship that was ever possible between them. While the rest of the family was very close, Dana and Denise felt separate from them. Off in their own little worlds where they created their own lives. They made different groups of friends, though had similar interests such as music. While Denise tried to make herself more popular, Dana didn’t need to try. The children just came to her. That’s when the sibling rivalry started. And they were only 6 years old.
So now we know where that little problem started. However, as years went on, it seemed to get a lot worse. Denise said that Dana embarrassed her because she was so bubbly and outgoing. Yet it really was jealousy. This was because Dana, the younger sister, was much more likeable then Denise. People would so much rather be with Dana then Denise because she was nicer, friendlier and all around better person. Where is, Denise was over-dramatic, horrible bitch. The students didn’t like that sort of behavior in friends so Denise soon became an outcast. Dana didn’t help because though she was nice, she was rather selfish, especially when it came to Denise. So, shunted by her friends and her family, Denise’s hatred of Dana grew and grew until she could barely hate her anymore. But Dana didn’t really care about this. She had her own life to think about.
At last Dana had found something that she was really passionate about. Music. Actually singing to be exact. She enjoyed it and she was actually good at it. Most people thought that she was just some silly girl who liked to annoy people for the fun of it. That was not true. She had her talents. And singing was one of them. She joined the school choir and was the best singer at her school. As her singing improved, her grades dropped as she didn’t spend as much time studying. Her parents, though proud were also furious at her lack of effort in school. They often said that she should try to be a better role-model for her younger siblings as they looked up to her. Dana would always disagree saying that they didn’t like her at all. Fights would break out quite a bit in the Wolfe residence. Between all of them. But they always seemed to make up in the end. Even if they didn’t like each other that much, they were still family. And family should always stick together.
Finally, at the age of just 14, Dana applied for Hoffman Academy. She was worried that she wouldn’t get in; she didn’t feel so confident about her singing at the moment in time. But she didn’t need to worry. She got in. Celebrations were had throughout the family except for Denise who stayed locked up in her room. She was more jealous than ever. Denise had entered into Hoffman too but was rejected. After that, she committed herself to the piano, playing everyday for over an hour. But when Dana left to go to Hoffman Academy, Denise felt much happier. She could finally have a piece of her life back. She would be accepted into her family once again.
A year past with nothing practically different happening in the Wolfe family. Until that fateful day, the day that Denise ceased to exist. Talking about it, even thinking about it can bring any member of the Wolfe family to tears. Even though it was an accident it was unwelcome and horrible. See, Denise Wolfe while innocently out with a guy, was involved in a car crash. Her and her boyfriend died instantly. Apparently they had been drunk. Though the whole family was hit hard, it was hardest on Dana. She didn’t find out until a few days after the accident when her parents rang her up. Though she hated Denise, despised her so much, she still loved her. She was her sister, her older sister, the one who looked after her when she was little. Even though she didn’t want to, she hated Dana so much, she looked after her anyway. An Dana loved Denise for that.
Well, Dana went back to Hoffman the next year, still hurt but the shock had subsided a lot. She still continues to improve her singing skills but is also trying to be a better person than she was. She knows now that even though people liked her, she didn’t really like herself. It was important to fix it, especially for her.
parents
Michael Wolfe
Nicola Wolfe
siblings
Denise Wolfe – deceased at 16 (would probably be 17)
Sophia Wolfe – 13
Derik Wolfe – 13
Markus Wolfe – 11
{ am I losin' way too much
personality
At first glance…
Ok, so we should all know by now that Dana is nice and caring. Everyone notices this when they first meet her. She likes to be nice and kind and lovely to people when she firsts meets them. They like her for that. Sometimes she can lie a little to much to cover the truth, especially if it would hurt someone. Say that her friend asked Dana how she looked. On the inside Dana would be thinking ‘Ugh, that’s hideous.’ However, like most girls her age, she wouldn’t say that right to their face. She would say that it looked lovely, or that it suited her really well. This isn’t always a good thing seeing as her friend might end up embarrassing herself. It’s really only because Dana doesn’t have any true friends so she doesn’t genuinely care what anyone else looks like, only herself.
So, to other people who may not know Dana personally, just see her walking down the corridor or something, they would see a little more than what her ‘friends’ would see. They think her naïve, dumb, blonde and absolutely crazy. She gives them reason to believe that though. She doesn’t seem to understand things sometimes and can trust people a little too much. Dana believes things that others wouldn’t believe. People see her as a nuisance, someone not worth their attention. This leads to people eventually hating her so the world is split into two groups. People that like her and people that don’t. It’s not hard to guess who doesn’t like her.
On the inside…
Now, most people do not know what Dana is really like. What they think is real and what really is, are two very different things. You see, though Dana looks strong, she isn’t. It’s easy for her too breakdown and cry over the smallest things. Take gossiping for example. It’s something she did and relatively encouraged on a daily basis. Yet because she is so talkative, people will gossip on her. She pretends not to notice or be strong and laugh about it, but it hurts her. It hurts her so much that she could scream. And when it happens so much, one comment piled onto another, she will cry, though mainly when no one else was around. And at other times she merely kept it bottled up inside her before she would let it all out, preferably on her family. It hurt her so much to keep it all inside her, not let anybody no that she was hurt. This is where a true friend would come in handy.
Now if you were Dana’s true friend, you would know what she was truly like. You would see through the mask she has been hiding behind and see the true Dana. Though it would take her a while to warm up to you, she would spill all her feelings, secrets and fears to you. She can’t help it, it’s just because she has no one else to talk to. It’s like she can’t keep herself together without telling someone about her problems. And because all her fake friends care more about their nails and clothes then peoples feelings. That’s what Dana hates the most.
likes
- Music
- Boys
- Being liked
- Being looked up to
- Being thought highly of by peers
- People who are happy
- Chocolate
- Autumn
- Winter
- Performing
- Showing off
- Being better
- Classical piano
- Romantic, mushy stuff
- Being loved
- Cats
dislikes
- Smoking
- Drugs
- Bitches
- Her family
- Drama queens
- Ice cream
- People who label other people
- Heavy metal
- Dogs
- Hatred
- Being hated
- Vegetables
ambitions
- Be successful in life
- Graduate
- Get an actual job
- Get married
fears
- Heights
- Having children
- Having control over other peoples lives
- Seeing massive amounts of her own blood
- Driving next to trucks
- Cockroaches
{ my darling you look lovely
portrayed by? Hilary Duff
eyes light brown
hair naturally blonde and curly though occasionally brown and/or straight
height 5, 3
style
Happy, colorful, all over the place. Overall, Dana’s style reflects her mood and personality. She enjoys wearing clothes that suit her, compliment her figure. Sometimes it will just be a simple black tee with jeans and some accessories. Other times it will be completely crazy outfits, with different colors and styles. And then on other occasions she will wear much more sensible clothing; lighter colors seem to work better than darker ones.
{ and I'm telling you why
your name Caitlin
age 14
years of roleplay about a year
code sentence if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain.
other nope
sample post
[[this is kinda old but oh well]]
Ashley body ached. She lay in her bed in the morning, wincing slightly as she rubbed her tender bruises. Her mind was full painful memories of the night before. Cuts on her wrists told her the story of last night when she lost control. Everything was dark, horrible and full of evil. No light could penetrate her gloom. She knew this; she felt the shadows taunt her. Tears fell reluctantly from her eyes as the days morning light began to shine. But Ashley didn’t notice this, she didn’t notice anything. Everything was a blur, a dark and painful smudge in her hectic life. It wasn’t easy being a nut case, it never was. People would look at her strangely if she told them what was wrong with her. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to know what stories Ashley Hendrix had to tell.
The normal guards escorted her to the garden once the morning a properly begun. Ashley wore and grey jacket so that her cuts would go unnoticed. Her blonde hair hung lifeless and unbrushed on her head. Her baggy jeans swept the floor loudly. Her eyes shone out from her shadowed face making her look haunting. Even then as she walked in between to guards, memories flooded back. Images of blood on her forearm, nails digging into her skin and tears running down her face. Ashley wanted to yell, to scream out to the world. She wanted to run away and yet, she wanted to hide. She didn’t want to be with anyone. All she wanted was to be alone.
Her arms were seriously starting to hurt her. She considered asking the guards to take her to the medical ward to get checked out. She knew she deserved the pain, for being the way she was but it was really annoying her. Nevertheless, she kept quiet while the guards took her to the garden. Its splendor usually would brighten up Ashley’s day but not this time. Not when everything was so dark, gloomy and depressing. Its bright flowers were not enough to quench Ashley’s thirst for light. Its beauty and innocence could not heal her suffering. All she could do now was hope for the best.
The guards walked away leaving her there alone. She pulled her sleeve up to reveal her barely healed cut from last night. She looked at it, touched it softly with one finger and felt the pain rip through her arm and mind. It was mental pain as well as physical. When she was like this, she knew that there was something wrong with her. But why didn’t she just get help somewhere other than here? She needed a doctor or something like that, not a prison. What was the point of locking her up and making her talk to other people? This was her problem, no one else’s. No one else was suffering from her pain. Only she knew what it was like to be in nothing but darkness. Only she knew what it was like to be her.
Finally, Ashley made up her mind. She watched the guards come back into view and decided to ask them to take her to the medical ward. It wasn’t therapy she needed, it was proper treatment. They took her without explanation as they saw the cuts and bruises on her arms. They seemed rather scared of her as she looked at them with evil eyes. This wasn’t right. Why should they be afraid of her when they were the guards and she was the prisoner? They were so timid around her in fact, that they dropped her off in the hallway leading to the medical ward. Cowards Ashley thought to herself.
Ashley walked slowly down the hallway, dreading of what was about to come. There was no reason that she shouldn’t turn back around and leave. If she went then she would have to explain everything that she did to herself. As if.
Screaming. Nothing but screaming rang through her ears. Where was it coming from? Terrified, Ashley looked for the source of the noise. It was coming from the storage closet. Without a moments hesitation she ran forward and opened the door. There she saw a guard who had pinned what looked like a 19 year old against the wall. He looked around at her but before he could do anything else, Ashley punched him right in the face. Her arm was strong and it knocked him backwards, howling in shock and pain. Ashley grabbed the girls hand and pulled her out of the storage closet and down the hallway. The shock was yet to subside from Ashley’s face but she tried to look brave as she pulled around the corner and out of sight from the guard who hadn’t come out of the closet yet.
Ashley’s back slid down the wall and sat down, trying her hardest not to breathe too loudly. She looked at the girl next to her. She did not recognize her but that wasn’t anything new. She didn’t recognize anyone here in this prison. “Are you alright” she said softly. Of course the answer was going to be no but it would be nice to at least ask. As mother said Ashley thought. Politeness and manners goes a long way.
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