Post by lilleh3 on Jun 7, 2008 21:43:05 GMT -5
The One Behind the Mask
Alias: talie-tay! =D
Roleplay Experience: Little over five to six years.
Activity Level: It's extremely unlikely for me to be on within the time span of Monday to Thursdays. This is because I have school, and...my parents turn hostile on me if I even touch my computer to do anything but research.
RP Sample: Take a look-see at Aylen's profile or one of myone few threads.
Face Claim:
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Danielle Soleil Corbane.
Age: sixty-four. And a half. But he appears like...nineteen.
Gender: He does his buisness standing up.
Sexuality: Will go for anything that moves.
Danielle is pansexual/omnisexual. This means that he will fall in love with anyone regardless of gender, age, race, ect.
In other words, this means...
NO ONE'S SAFE. >
Occupation: Hairdresser.
Grade: "Whut? Oh, I'm in college."
Species: those evil little vampires.
Look This Way
Eye Color: Turquoise blue irises peek through a curtain of carnival fringe, the tendrils dappled licorice and candy apple, their narrowed shape sloping upward. Dark lashes exceed out at the linings of each eye with feathered tips that curve out slightly. Two beady pupils are embedded in a mixture of amber and honey gold, darkening at the peak of the iris.
Hair Color and Style: The mane's natural color is your everyday black, streaks of fire truck red dyed in. Danielle's top layer of hair has a 'swirl' effect - there's a point in the center of his head and all of the locks curve out from it. Underneath this extreme cowlick are the remaining strands, straight charcoal and crimson ones that descend just past his chin, not nearly as unkept as the others.
Build: Standing at five foot seven, Danielle's height teeters slightly below average with a weight to match. Because he doesn't exactly tower over other men a few factors have been added to his appearance that may stir in a pinch of intimidation. Despite this, he has an almost identical wiry frame as his sister. If you were to put Danielle in a dress and a wig, no one would be able to tell that he was in fact a male. Seriously.
Skin Tone: His Italian parents were to thank for the sun-kissed, bronze skin that coats his thin body. Now, his skin still has a bit of a bronze tint, even so his skin was deathly pale now that he was in fact undead. In the sun, his skin will glitter ever so slightly.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Piercings or Tattoos: Ebony tattoos are washed down each muscled arm and multiple pins have been speared through both earlobes. The most significant happens to be an earring jolting out from his cartilage, connected by a chain to another dangling from the boy's bottom lip. The metal in Danielle's mouth causes his already flawed way of speech to become even more slurred, but hey, it's the price one must pay to look cool.
Too bad for Danielle, the chain piercing only makes him look like a bigger imbecile.
Granted, the piercing connector isn't always hooked in and there are many days when Kalen simply sports his ear and lip ring separately or tosses them aside entirely. Two thin strokes of ink black form the eyebrows which aren't always visible under his veil of fringe, usually scrunched up in puzzlement. Perched under his brows are the eyes, slightly larger than average with dramatic lashes framing them. Two burgundy stripes run vertically underneath the bottom lashes, reaching halfway down the cheeks - odd looking.
Clothing Style: Clothing, in Danielle's humble opinion, is mankind's worst invention. Well, jean miniskirts and doll sized tank-tops are okay with him, but you don't see too much of that around Forks, Washington. (Which, in all honesty, he is thankful for - the town certainly has a shortage of young hotties.)
Despite being a proud supporter of nudity, Danielle invests quite a bit of time into fashion. Most often, dusty sepia colored jeans cling to his legs, various pyramid belts looped at the waist. Notes in Sharpie have been etched on the material, ever-so-sophisticated sayings such as "Aylen is a hooker" and "Your mom's moves were super effective last night" scattered about. The shirt on his upper-half changes each day but the hodgepodge style remains the same - his various zippers and pins never absent.
Danielle's favorite top includes several layers, the first being a smokey shirt with skulls imprinted on. A lighter slate vest of sorts slides over it, fastened on with lemon-colored buttons. The sleeves of this catastrophe are the identical blazing brick red of his hair, sleek, accompanied by zippers striping across. Netting ascends to Danielle's neck from the shirt and meets up to the collar, also a similar tone of scarlet.
This is Who I Am
Likes: • girls.
• boys.
• anything that moves.
• candy
• hello kitty.
• television.
• his hairdrier.
• his face.
• his sister, aylen.
• nothing else.
Dislikes: • ugly people.
• people who think they're better than everyone. But then again, he thinks that of himself as well.
• spiders. ew.
Strengths: Like any other vampire, Danielle's previous abilities were strengthened. He has gained super human strength, and agility. Unlike his sister, Danielle can tend to be incredibly graceful. He is also really good with the ladies. That, and he likes to get laid.
Weaknesses: He can easily be hurt. No matter what he lets up, Danielle is able to be crushed to pieces if you can manage to break his heart. If he had one. To be honest, Danielle is genuinely vulnerable, and can be sweet except for when he's....you know. Him.
Personality: Sardonic with a world-weary act. Aren't all brothers this way? No? Well Danielle has enough character to go around.
Danielle is a joker. An airy, smart-alek joker. He's often found making smart remarks and snarkie comments, though it seems he finds little humor in them himself.
He often acts overly dramatic. Maybe it's for the fun of it or maybe it's to get under Aylen's skin for once even if she doesn't show it. "He's quite good at it and should take up acting." says Aylen.
He likes to drawl on and on about things too. If, for example, Aylen asked Danielle for a good strategy to make her hair twist into a ponytail, Danielle couldn't give a straight answer. Oh no.
He'd have to tell you every option, where he came across the information, who came across the information, and how he's applied it to his own style.
Although he's sarcastic and not afraid to let his brains show, Danielle is very modest. When he speaks something he thinks is right, which usually is right, he's not showing off but simply stating what he knows.
And with his modesty, he's very reserved. That dramatic talkative character doesn't uncover itself right away. Someone would need to spend time with Danielle to see that side of him. Until then, he keeps to being quiet reasonable making him more or less attractive.
Danielle is also a bit of a flirt. He's not too bold and not too subtle. Just the mild signs. A 'let me help you' there and a 'let me get that for you' here and bam!
Even when toned down, he's capable of creating romantic vibes. It's just one more trait that secretly drives Aylen crazy.
Family: __elizabeth corbane -- mother -- dead.
__alexander corbane -- father -- dead.
__aylen corbane -- sister -- alive.
__danielle corbane -- him -- alive.
History: Los Angelos. An area buzzing with excitement, citizens socializing, and accommodating stores such as the Flower Shop, the Game Corner. It wasn't until Danielle evolved into a teenager that a new realization was layered onto his life.
Aylen > Danielle
And it was that fact, and that girl; Aylen, the cherished child of the Corbane family, that earned her title as Danielle's competition. That was between him and the affection of his father. Dispose of the twin then earn your acknowledgment - it was a simple equation for the thirteen-year-old.
And that was exactly what he planned to do.
-----
This will end it. After this, it'll all be over.
A grassy hill. A teenage boy. A teenage girl. A Browning 9 mm Hi-Power semi-automatic pistol. And a clouded midnight sky sweeping over it all. Slender tan fingers massaged the leather grip, their tips sliding over the trigger but swiftly bouncing back to the handle every time they glossed past it. The trigger meant a step forward.
"Why aren't you running away?" His voice sounded rougher than he remembered. It wavered in the chilled summer air like a flapping ribbon. Instead of responding, the female shifted her body down into a sitting position a few feet in front of the human. Aylen's eyes gave him an answer.
"Fine. Just... shut up."
But the twin wasn't speaking, now was she?
"I mean, Jesus, I need to get it over with. You deserve this, you lil' piece o'trash." The fingertips inched back to their previous resting spot. Danielle flexed against the icy metal, applying pressure and then releasing it in a moment. Aylen, his parents' so-called "prize," wasn't bothering to flinch and held his gaze at the teenage boy.
"Don't look at me like that. This'is whatcha get. You did this to me." His words were twisted with desperation, and eyes were too, but couldn't bear to return his twin sister's glance. "I-If you juss' disappeared Ma and Pa would love me. They wouldn't have some stupid thing to love n' obsess over-r."
Breath, June, breath. Easy now.
"Keep your mind sharp," everyone would tell him. But that left him with a dumb body seeking direction.
Look. Talk. Breath in. Breath out. Easy.
"... I don't see why they..." But it wasn't easy; his words felt like a waterfall rushing out. No amount of boulders could stop the current. "How can they love you? What's so good 'bout you?" Aylen was silent.
"Answer me!" Still, no response. Only a pair of oval eyes gazing up.
"Yeah, nothin'. You're... nothing. So it'll make me happy ta get rid of ya." Even though that was what he claimed, Danielle couldn't ignore the teardrops stinging against the linings of his eyes. "I'll be happy 'cause I'll be wanted-d."
Don't cry. Don't let yourself cry, Danielle. It'll be alright.
"They will want me." His voice was weak. He was a pillar and there was a crack scarring down the center. "I'll b-be loved."
Look at yourself; now you're crying. Stop it. Hold it in.
He ran his shirt sleeve along his face, allowing the material to gather the salt-water droplets and snot dangling from his nose.
---
He dropped the revolver. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He just couldn't. He left Aylen alone, as Aylen asked herself the same question he had been asking. "Why did they love her more than him?" He sobbed. The splashes of water leaked out of both eyes like a faucet, causing his eyelashes to mold into triangle shapes, forming stars for eyes. Nesting her nose against Danielle's arm, Aylen released a hum of sympathy and peeled shut her eyes. And somehow it didn't seem to matter that the twins weren't exchanging words; both trapped in the rhythm of shakes from the teenager's body as he cried.
Now let yourself fall to pieces.
---
When Aylen had dissappeared, it made a difference to Danielle. All of his mother's attention was now focused on him. The person he strived so hard to push out of the way was finally gone. But, Aylen wasn't the sourse of his misery. When his sister had dissappeared, Danielle left in search of her.
---
No later than that, he had found himself dying of exhaustion. That and he had just made it out of being mauled by a bear. Yay. He was so close to Aylen. So close. Luckily for him, Aylen had smelled the scent of blood. Of course, at the time Aylen had figured that her brother would've been her lunch. Aylen had found her brother, and silently bit him on the neck. He shifted into the form of a vampire, pale and dead.
No sooner than the very moment Aylen had bit him, was the time that he had cried tears of joy for his sister. From there on, they began to live together. He was only nineteen at the time.
It all begins here.
Power: Danielle has the ability to tap into others' mind. Unlike Edward Cullen, he can not read the thoughts of the ones he taps into. He usually can read valuable information however. Although, he does tend to misuse this by whispering words into their minds about how hot he is to get laid. He also has the ability of casting fearful illusions.
How you became a vampire: Aylen bit him when he was partially mauled by a bear. Simple?
Secret Phrase: -Admin Edit-
Alias: talie-tay! =D
Roleplay Experience: Little over five to six years.
Activity Level: It's extremely unlikely for me to be on within the time span of Monday to Thursdays. This is because I have school, and...my parents turn hostile on me if I even touch my computer to do anything but research.
RP Sample: Take a look-see at Aylen's profile or one of my
Face Claim:
Just who do you think you are?
Full Name: Danielle Soleil Corbane.
Age: sixty-four. And a half. But he appears like...nineteen.
Gender: He does his buisness standing up.
Sexuality: Will go for anything that moves.
Danielle is pansexual/omnisexual. This means that he will fall in love with anyone regardless of gender, age, race, ect.
In other words, this means...
NO ONE'S SAFE. >
Occupation: Hairdresser.
Grade: "Whut? Oh, I'm in college."
Species: those evil little vampires.
Look This Way
Eye Color: Turquoise blue irises peek through a curtain of carnival fringe, the tendrils dappled licorice and candy apple, their narrowed shape sloping upward. Dark lashes exceed out at the linings of each eye with feathered tips that curve out slightly. Two beady pupils are embedded in a mixture of amber and honey gold, darkening at the peak of the iris.
Hair Color and Style: The mane's natural color is your everyday black, streaks of fire truck red dyed in. Danielle's top layer of hair has a 'swirl' effect - there's a point in the center of his head and all of the locks curve out from it. Underneath this extreme cowlick are the remaining strands, straight charcoal and crimson ones that descend just past his chin, not nearly as unkept as the others.
Build: Standing at five foot seven, Danielle's height teeters slightly below average with a weight to match. Because he doesn't exactly tower over other men a few factors have been added to his appearance that may stir in a pinch of intimidation. Despite this, he has an almost identical wiry frame as his sister. If you were to put Danielle in a dress and a wig, no one would be able to tell that he was in fact a male. Seriously.
Skin Tone: His Italian parents were to thank for the sun-kissed, bronze skin that coats his thin body. Now, his skin still has a bit of a bronze tint, even so his skin was deathly pale now that he was in fact undead. In the sun, his skin will glitter ever so slightly.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Piercings or Tattoos: Ebony tattoos are washed down each muscled arm and multiple pins have been speared through both earlobes. The most significant happens to be an earring jolting out from his cartilage, connected by a chain to another dangling from the boy's bottom lip. The metal in Danielle's mouth causes his already flawed way of speech to become even more slurred, but hey, it's the price one must pay to look cool.
Too bad for Danielle, the chain piercing only makes him look like a bigger imbecile.
Granted, the piercing connector isn't always hooked in and there are many days when Kalen simply sports his ear and lip ring separately or tosses them aside entirely. Two thin strokes of ink black form the eyebrows which aren't always visible under his veil of fringe, usually scrunched up in puzzlement. Perched under his brows are the eyes, slightly larger than average with dramatic lashes framing them. Two burgundy stripes run vertically underneath the bottom lashes, reaching halfway down the cheeks - odd looking.
Clothing Style: Clothing, in Danielle's humble opinion, is mankind's worst invention. Well, jean miniskirts and doll sized tank-tops are okay with him, but you don't see too much of that around Forks, Washington. (Which, in all honesty, he is thankful for - the town certainly has a shortage of young hotties.)
Despite being a proud supporter of nudity, Danielle invests quite a bit of time into fashion. Most often, dusty sepia colored jeans cling to his legs, various pyramid belts looped at the waist. Notes in Sharpie have been etched on the material, ever-so-sophisticated sayings such as "Aylen is a hooker" and "Your mom's moves were super effective last night" scattered about. The shirt on his upper-half changes each day but the hodgepodge style remains the same - his various zippers and pins never absent.
Danielle's favorite top includes several layers, the first being a smokey shirt with skulls imprinted on. A lighter slate vest of sorts slides over it, fastened on with lemon-colored buttons. The sleeves of this catastrophe are the identical blazing brick red of his hair, sleek, accompanied by zippers striping across. Netting ascends to Danielle's neck from the shirt and meets up to the collar, also a similar tone of scarlet.
This is Who I Am
Likes: • girls.
• boys.
• anything that moves.
• candy
• hello kitty.
• television.
• his hairdrier.
• his face.
• his sister, aylen.
• nothing else.
Dislikes: • ugly people.
• people who think they're better than everyone. But then again, he thinks that of himself as well.
• spiders. ew.
Strengths: Like any other vampire, Danielle's previous abilities were strengthened. He has gained super human strength, and agility. Unlike his sister, Danielle can tend to be incredibly graceful. He is also really good with the ladies. That, and he likes to get laid.
Weaknesses: He can easily be hurt. No matter what he lets up, Danielle is able to be crushed to pieces if you can manage to break his heart. If he had one. To be honest, Danielle is genuinely vulnerable, and can be sweet except for when he's....you know. Him.
Personality: Sardonic with a world-weary act. Aren't all brothers this way? No? Well Danielle has enough character to go around.
Danielle is a joker. An airy, smart-alek joker. He's often found making smart remarks and snarkie comments, though it seems he finds little humor in them himself.
He often acts overly dramatic. Maybe it's for the fun of it or maybe it's to get under Aylen's skin for once even if she doesn't show it. "He's quite good at it and should take up acting." says Aylen.
He likes to drawl on and on about things too. If, for example, Aylen asked Danielle for a good strategy to make her hair twist into a ponytail, Danielle couldn't give a straight answer. Oh no.
He'd have to tell you every option, where he came across the information, who came across the information, and how he's applied it to his own style.
Although he's sarcastic and not afraid to let his brains show, Danielle is very modest. When he speaks something he thinks is right, which usually is right, he's not showing off but simply stating what he knows.
And with his modesty, he's very reserved. That dramatic talkative character doesn't uncover itself right away. Someone would need to spend time with Danielle to see that side of him. Until then, he keeps to being quiet reasonable making him more or less attractive.
Danielle is also a bit of a flirt. He's not too bold and not too subtle. Just the mild signs. A 'let me help you' there and a 'let me get that for you' here and bam!
Even when toned down, he's capable of creating romantic vibes. It's just one more trait that secretly drives Aylen crazy.
Family: __elizabeth corbane -- mother -- dead.
__alexander corbane -- father -- dead.
__aylen corbane -- sister -- alive.
__danielle corbane -- him -- alive.
History: Los Angelos. An area buzzing with excitement, citizens socializing, and accommodating stores such as the Flower Shop, the Game Corner. It wasn't until Danielle evolved into a teenager that a new realization was layered onto his life.
Aylen > Danielle
And it was that fact, and that girl; Aylen, the cherished child of the Corbane family, that earned her title as Danielle's competition. That was between him and the affection of his father. Dispose of the twin then earn your acknowledgment - it was a simple equation for the thirteen-year-old.
And that was exactly what he planned to do.
-----
This will end it. After this, it'll all be over.
A grassy hill. A teenage boy. A teenage girl. A Browning 9 mm Hi-Power semi-automatic pistol. And a clouded midnight sky sweeping over it all. Slender tan fingers massaged the leather grip, their tips sliding over the trigger but swiftly bouncing back to the handle every time they glossed past it. The trigger meant a step forward.
"Why aren't you running away?" His voice sounded rougher than he remembered. It wavered in the chilled summer air like a flapping ribbon. Instead of responding, the female shifted her body down into a sitting position a few feet in front of the human. Aylen's eyes gave him an answer.
"Fine. Just... shut up."
But the twin wasn't speaking, now was she?
"I mean, Jesus, I need to get it over with. You deserve this, you lil' piece o'trash." The fingertips inched back to their previous resting spot. Danielle flexed against the icy metal, applying pressure and then releasing it in a moment. Aylen, his parents' so-called "prize," wasn't bothering to flinch and held his gaze at the teenage boy.
"Don't look at me like that. This'is whatcha get. You did this to me." His words were twisted with desperation, and eyes were too, but couldn't bear to return his twin sister's glance. "I-If you juss' disappeared Ma and Pa would love me. They wouldn't have some stupid thing to love n' obsess over-r."
Breath, June, breath. Easy now.
"Keep your mind sharp," everyone would tell him. But that left him with a dumb body seeking direction.
Look. Talk. Breath in. Breath out. Easy.
"... I don't see why they..." But it wasn't easy; his words felt like a waterfall rushing out. No amount of boulders could stop the current. "How can they love you? What's so good 'bout you?" Aylen was silent.
"Answer me!" Still, no response. Only a pair of oval eyes gazing up.
"Yeah, nothin'. You're... nothing. So it'll make me happy ta get rid of ya." Even though that was what he claimed, Danielle couldn't ignore the teardrops stinging against the linings of his eyes. "I'll be happy 'cause I'll be wanted-d."
Don't cry. Don't let yourself cry, Danielle. It'll be alright.
"They will want me." His voice was weak. He was a pillar and there was a crack scarring down the center. "I'll b-be loved."
Look at yourself; now you're crying. Stop it. Hold it in.
He ran his shirt sleeve along his face, allowing the material to gather the salt-water droplets and snot dangling from his nose.
---
He dropped the revolver. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He just couldn't. He left Aylen alone, as Aylen asked herself the same question he had been asking. "Why did they love her more than him?" He sobbed. The splashes of water leaked out of both eyes like a faucet, causing his eyelashes to mold into triangle shapes, forming stars for eyes. Nesting her nose against Danielle's arm, Aylen released a hum of sympathy and peeled shut her eyes. And somehow it didn't seem to matter that the twins weren't exchanging words; both trapped in the rhythm of shakes from the teenager's body as he cried.
Now let yourself fall to pieces.
---
When Aylen had dissappeared, it made a difference to Danielle. All of his mother's attention was now focused on him. The person he strived so hard to push out of the way was finally gone. But, Aylen wasn't the sourse of his misery. When his sister had dissappeared, Danielle left in search of her.
---
No later than that, he had found himself dying of exhaustion. That and he had just made it out of being mauled by a bear. Yay. He was so close to Aylen. So close. Luckily for him, Aylen had smelled the scent of blood. Of course, at the time Aylen had figured that her brother would've been her lunch. Aylen had found her brother, and silently bit him on the neck. He shifted into the form of a vampire, pale and dead.
No sooner than the very moment Aylen had bit him, was the time that he had cried tears of joy for his sister. From there on, they began to live together. He was only nineteen at the time.
It all begins here.
Power: Danielle has the ability to tap into others' mind. Unlike Edward Cullen, he can not read the thoughts of the ones he taps into. He usually can read valuable information however. Although, he does tend to misuse this by whispering words into their minds about how hot he is to get laid. He also has the ability of casting fearful illusions.
How you became a vampire: Aylen bit him when he was partially mauled by a bear. Simple?
Secret Phrase: -Admin Edit-