[EDITED] dalia nera-anne fable

[Dalia Fable]

Application


{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name
Dalia Nera-Anne Fable
gender
female
discipline
dance :: ballet
age
seventeen
sexuality
heterosexual


{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,


history
Dalia's aunt, Nera Fable, died of breast cancer, and unfortunately her mom, Kaliegh Fable, followed the same way soon after [she also had recently suffered from lung cancer due to her smoking, which made it that much harder for her body to fight the new cancerous cells in different parts of her body]. Dalia was born April 3^rd 1990, in New York. She was born to a beautiful mother and father, both very young but exceptionally wealthy. She was an accident, however her mother embraced it. At first, so did her father.

But as she grew up, he grew more and more horrible. He began beating Dalia and her mother. Soon, the abuse grew into something more; at 8 years old, he raped her. Dalia's mother walked in on it and divorced him. The abuse continued until finally he was removed by the police and a restraining order was placed. A few years later, dalia's mother met another man.

At 13 she was raped again, this time by her mothers boyfriend. She said nothing and endured the beatings she received every day, too afraid to speak up. She missed a period and began getting morning sickness; she went to the doctors after school one day, and was later informed she was pregnant. She was too far along to abort, and therefore forced to keep the baby. But her body rejected it and attacked it like it was a parasite, telling her body to naturally abort and causing Dalia to lose the baby.

And then at 15, the same year she was diagnosed with cancer, she met a boy. She thought she had fallen in love; but she hadn't. She had just recovered from the sexual abuse that she received from her step father, and was only beginning to trust men again. What do you know, the boy rapes her. After that it was all a downhill spiral. Dalia dropped eating and picked up drinking. When she was wasted, it didn't matter if she was being taken advantage of or beaten. It's not like she'd have any memories of it in the morning, besides the bruises.

The news of her cancer caused her drinking to worsen [if at all possible] and cause more violant attacks directed at her. Rather then being sympathetic of her cancer as most families would be, she was shunned and looked down upon as a broken, diseased misfit just squatting in their home. She had several chemo sessions, which caused her cancer to go into remission. The doctors said that it was more then likely her cancer would pop up again in later years.

At 16, Dalia was left alone with her moms boyfriend. She was making dinner so her mom would have something to eat when she got home (this was about a month before her mom lost her battle with cancer). The boyfriend came at her, pinning her against the counter. Her mind became a blurr and she wasn't sure if he was going to rape her or beat her; all she knew was moments later, the knife she had been using to cut the bread was in him.

When her mom lost her battle with cancer, Dalia became boarder-line suicidal. It was because of how horribly fast her life was going down hill that her father, the one that had raped her, sent her to Hoffman Academy in hopes it would turn her life around and 'make up' for what he did. To everyones surprise, Dalia has put up an amazing facade that hides her past. No one would guess at first glance what she has been through.

edit to ad;; Dalia's middle name, "Nera-Anne" was given to her in memorium of her aunt that passed away [Nera Anne Fable]

Also, her father came back into her life just before she turned seventeen, which is how she got into this academy. He is married to a very rich, very snobby women, and they reside in New York. They aren't anywhere near the friendliest people, and use an iron fist with Dalia. They're trying to turn her into and keep her the 'perfect daughter'.


parents
Kaliegh Fable, deceased, mother
Ben Delacrove, father (re-married)
siblings
none


{ am I losin' way too much


personality
L O V E
Something Dalia has never felt, but longs to. Never has she been kissed goodnight and told, "I love you." Never has she left the house to hear, "Have fun hunny, be safe! Love you!" Never has she been hugged, held, or kissed. Not by a parent, a family member, friend, or lover. She's been alone for seventeen years.

F E A R
Blood, death, trauma, abuse, rape. Dalia has been raped by a boy she thought she could fall in love with, her mothers boyfriend, and by her own father. She fears being sexual with guys now, although she would be; she just needs to know that they aren't out to hurt her.

S E C R E T S
Dalia has never told anyone about the abuse she has endured throughout her entire life. She puts up a hard front, scared to let anyone in; but if you do break down the walls she has put up, she'll tell you everything you want to know. Even though she's covered in bruises, she hides them well. She's also anorexic, but it's nearly impossible to tell unless you notice her eating habits [or lack thereof]. She was raped three times, once by her moms boyfriend, once by her own father, and once by an everyday boy. She's never told anyone about it, and is something she harbors inside every day.

S H A M E
Dalia was brought up to believe that everything that happened and happens to her is her fault. And, tragically, being raised around that theory for so long has caused her to believe it. Every scar, every broken bone, every bruise she receives she believes is her fault. She has even been convinced the rapes were her fault.

E X T R A . . .
On first glance, Dalia appears like a quiet, innocent, richy-rich girl loner. Really, she's broken and self-conscious. She's very quiet and secretive, always putting walls up to block people out. No one has ever tried to tear them down; she just wishes someone would. She's very self-conscious, currently battling with anorexia.

She's never had a true friend, and has never felt what it's like to be loved. She thought she felt it at one point, with a much older boy; she was beginning to see he was using her. When she tried to leave him, he raped her. Now, battered and bruised not only by her 'family', she's lost trust in the human-race in general. She is not in the least bit racist, homophobic, or judge mental to people that are "different".

Past the walls, Dalia is a sweet girl. Funny, compassionate, sensitive, full of love. But initially, if someone said that about her, it would be nearly impossible to believe. She hides herself from people, giving them the side of her that doesn't feel the pain from their words and physical abuse. She's scared to let anyone in, but she's tired of being alone. She needs someone. No one can live their life alone in its entirety.

likes
chivalry
alcohol
drinking
partying
horses
equestrian sports
equestrian competitions
riding, any discipline
ballet
her moms dog that she now has, Jasper
dislikes
her dad
her step mom
food
racists
homophobics
ambitions
quit drinking
get over her fears
fears
being raped again
never falling in love


{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by?
brittany snow
eyes
blue
hair
blond
height
5' 4''
style
Dalia doesn't follow trends, but she doesn't make them either. To put it bluntly, she just.. dresses. She shops at all the high-end stores such as American Eagle, Hollister, Abercombie and the like. However she doesn't go and dish out hundreds upon hundreds of dollars. She goes straight to the sale rack and buys from there, knowing that it's still in style and half the dent as regular prices. Because of her very shy and timid attitude she generaly only wears dark jeans or loose sweat pants, never stepping into a skirt or shorts. She wears her hair as a lot of the more 'preppy' girls - bleach blond, although not as intensely, and perfect side bangs with the whole head straightened.


{ and I'm telling you why


your name
gabrielle
age
fifteen
years of roleplay
five
code sentence
if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain
other
she has a dog, Jasper, passed on to her from her mom
sample post

Visiting her moms grave had become a regular occurance for Dalia. She'd walk to the graveyard with her dog, Jasper, and then sit and rest against her moms tombstone and talk to her. Not literally, obviously, but she'd just... talk. She had told her of being raped, of being abused. She told her everything, even though she couldn't respond.
"It's a really lonely place, mom. The world... it's not as warm as I remember it was when you were here." Tears slid down her beautiful cheeks, causing her mascara to run with it.

And then she heard footsteps, of someone else. That was strange; no one ever comes here. She sits up onto her knees and glances around; their was a boy. Not to be stereotypical, but who would have guessed a guy would be soft and caring enough to come visit a grave? Or, was it because he had killed the person in the tombstone below him? No, she decided. He didn't look like a killer. Even so, looks can be deceiving, but she decided he looked like someone just like her; lonely and sad.

She turned back to her original position. But as the boy leaned against the tombstone, her heart began to ache for him. From where she was, a few rows back, she could see him, but he could not see her.

Standing, she walks over to where the boy was, Jasper following faithfully behind. She came up beside him, and noticed he had headphones in. She stood in front of him and smiled, invitingly and warmly, but sympathetically as well. She was going to wait for him to say something, but noticed he was crying. He was vulnerable, which made her hurt for him even more. She was relating to this guy so much, even though they hadn't exchanged words.

She sits down gently beside him, careful not to touch the tombstone. For whatever reason he was here, she would have felt as if she was being almost... invasive, to touch the tomb of the person he had come to visit.

Dalia was never one to make the first move to say something to someone unless absolutely trapped and forced to. But, this guy... he seemed so much like her. Broken, but still holding on.
She'd wait until he took his headphones out. And if he didn't, well... she didn't quite know. But she just turned her head, her beautiful hazel eyes looking to him, searching his face. She could sense something from him. Something that made her feel comfortable, and not have to fear him.

[Razz Perkins]

add the style paragraph to looks before i can accept you,

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[Dalia Fable]

oi. sorry. forget to hit the copy n paste on that.
fixed it

[Razz Perkins]

ACCEPTED!

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[Dalia Fable]

-le sigh- I had the wrong history. So, I edited to put the correct one. I hope it doesn't matter - I haven't RP'd at all regarding her history yet. So, yuhh.