Daphne Mills
Feb 4, 2014 2:10:49 GMT
Post by avery on Feb 4, 2014 2:10:49 GMT
Name: Daphne Mills
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual (preference for female identifying folk)
Species/Type: Nymph/Dryad
Conditions: None
Modifications: Nature's blessing
Occupation: Unemployed – currently looking for work
Physical description: Daphne has what would seem a more stereotypical nymph appearance; she’s tall, nearing six foot, and it looks like someone stretched her without thinking to evenly proportion her, and as a consequence is extremely lanky to the point of having a pretty androgynous build. And skin problems, especially around her hips and other such joints, and give her skin (which is normally a faint green, though nowhere near green enough to be mistaken for a pixie) a reddish tint around her joints, hipbones, and collarbone. Her build, however, is as far as her androgynousness goes; her face is decidedly feminine, rounder in shape with a slightly upturned nose and slightly larger green eyes. Her hair is her most obviously dryad feature, since it’s not only long and wavy but the same dark reddish purple color as the orchid she’s bonded to.
She tends to favor leather and other highly durable cloth, even though she has more of a pick as she has less sensitive skin than other nymphs. It’s mostly a practicality thing with how much she’s on the road. She also has several tattoos; the largest is on her right leg, covering almost her entire outer thigh, and is a 3D tattoo that looks like vines woodcarved into her skin. The next largest is a watercolor tattoo, composed of several lines of mostly dark colors tracing part of her collarbone on the right side. There’s another watercolor on her back, this one of a bouquet of assorted flowers in varying stages of blooming and wilting, an orchid presented proudly in the center. The last, and one she says was the most painful, is a black-and-white series of interwoven and interlocking feathers that, primarily, circle her ankle, though a few feathers sneak higher onto her leg or onto her foot.
History: Daphne was born in a small Florida town; it was only large enough to have a few main roads, one official streetlight, and was on some old interstate that people rarely used. The nearest school was too far away and so she was to be homeschooled; sports teams accepting girls were too far away for her to be able to participate in; most of the kids in the general area were at least five years older and not that interested in a delicate, magical friend. She grew up lonely (even though her parents caved on her eighth birthday and got her a dog) and she grew up trapped, and she discovered she really disliked both of those feelings. As she got older she got more restless, though she never got in trouble no matter how much she wished she had, and that restlessness led to her reading whatever she could on the “outside world” as she called it.
Graduating was weird but she did it, and she got a job as a waitress in her small town and dreamed of being one of the few strangers she served whenever they came though. It wasn’t until she was twenty-one that she realized that she was being dumb about the entire thing; she was bound to a plant, not this town, and a wild orchid could be transplanted and carried. And that’s exactly what she did. She used what money she’d made to hire someone to transfer her orchid (very carefully, she stressed, and she lingered over their shoulder anxiously as they did their work) and bought an old but still workable motorcycle. She left after that, leaving a note for her parents, and didn’t look back.
As she traveled through Florida she became to realize just how sheltered she had been; the idea of new places had had her attention, not what was going on in those places, and she was startled by this strange new world of things she never expected. All of a sudden she was introduced to things that her rather socially conservative parents probably didn’t want her to know, and she embraced it. Within a year of leaving home she discovered she wasn’t exactly straight and that gender isn’t the same as physical sex (even if this is still something she slips on, every once in a while, and looks properly horrified and apologetic whenever she does so) and she began to love the world she had wanted to experience for years. She enjoyed meeting people, even at the roughest of places (as she commonly sought out, because orderly places are no fun) and she got tattoos and Daphne is pretty sure, looking back, that she went through the rebel phase she wasn’t able to have at home.
She spent a few years riding around Florida with her orchid before going up into Georgia and exploring there too. She wasn’t planning on staying long (there were parts of the state that reminded her too much of home) but, unfortunately, her motorcycle had a breakdown outside of Mossy Hollow, leaving her with no transportation until she can get it fixed, which is expected to take a while due to the nature of whatever happened to her bike and the parts needed. She’s stuck in town and has decided to use that to her advantage, even if it means getting a job (she’s looking for something more waitress-y) in the time being.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual (preference for female identifying folk)
Species/Type: Nymph/Dryad
Conditions: None
Modifications: Nature's blessing
Occupation: Unemployed – currently looking for work
Physical description: Daphne has what would seem a more stereotypical nymph appearance; she’s tall, nearing six foot, and it looks like someone stretched her without thinking to evenly proportion her, and as a consequence is extremely lanky to the point of having a pretty androgynous build. And skin problems, especially around her hips and other such joints, and give her skin (which is normally a faint green, though nowhere near green enough to be mistaken for a pixie) a reddish tint around her joints, hipbones, and collarbone. Her build, however, is as far as her androgynousness goes; her face is decidedly feminine, rounder in shape with a slightly upturned nose and slightly larger green eyes. Her hair is her most obviously dryad feature, since it’s not only long and wavy but the same dark reddish purple color as the orchid she’s bonded to.
She tends to favor leather and other highly durable cloth, even though she has more of a pick as she has less sensitive skin than other nymphs. It’s mostly a practicality thing with how much she’s on the road. She also has several tattoos; the largest is on her right leg, covering almost her entire outer thigh, and is a 3D tattoo that looks like vines woodcarved into her skin. The next largest is a watercolor tattoo, composed of several lines of mostly dark colors tracing part of her collarbone on the right side. There’s another watercolor on her back, this one of a bouquet of assorted flowers in varying stages of blooming and wilting, an orchid presented proudly in the center. The last, and one she says was the most painful, is a black-and-white series of interwoven and interlocking feathers that, primarily, circle her ankle, though a few feathers sneak higher onto her leg or onto her foot.
History: Daphne was born in a small Florida town; it was only large enough to have a few main roads, one official streetlight, and was on some old interstate that people rarely used. The nearest school was too far away and so she was to be homeschooled; sports teams accepting girls were too far away for her to be able to participate in; most of the kids in the general area were at least five years older and not that interested in a delicate, magical friend. She grew up lonely (even though her parents caved on her eighth birthday and got her a dog) and she grew up trapped, and she discovered she really disliked both of those feelings. As she got older she got more restless, though she never got in trouble no matter how much she wished she had, and that restlessness led to her reading whatever she could on the “outside world” as she called it.
Graduating was weird but she did it, and she got a job as a waitress in her small town and dreamed of being one of the few strangers she served whenever they came though. It wasn’t until she was twenty-one that she realized that she was being dumb about the entire thing; she was bound to a plant, not this town, and a wild orchid could be transplanted and carried. And that’s exactly what she did. She used what money she’d made to hire someone to transfer her orchid (very carefully, she stressed, and she lingered over their shoulder anxiously as they did their work) and bought an old but still workable motorcycle. She left after that, leaving a note for her parents, and didn’t look back.
As she traveled through Florida she became to realize just how sheltered she had been; the idea of new places had had her attention, not what was going on in those places, and she was startled by this strange new world of things she never expected. All of a sudden she was introduced to things that her rather socially conservative parents probably didn’t want her to know, and she embraced it. Within a year of leaving home she discovered she wasn’t exactly straight and that gender isn’t the same as physical sex (even if this is still something she slips on, every once in a while, and looks properly horrified and apologetic whenever she does so) and she began to love the world she had wanted to experience for years. She enjoyed meeting people, even at the roughest of places (as she commonly sought out, because orderly places are no fun) and she got tattoos and Daphne is pretty sure, looking back, that she went through the rebel phase she wasn’t able to have at home.
She spent a few years riding around Florida with her orchid before going up into Georgia and exploring there too. She wasn’t planning on staying long (there were parts of the state that reminded her too much of home) but, unfortunately, her motorcycle had a breakdown outside of Mossy Hollow, leaving her with no transportation until she can get it fixed, which is expected to take a while due to the nature of whatever happened to her bike and the parts needed. She’s stuck in town and has decided to use that to her advantage, even if it means getting a job (she’s looking for something more waitress-y) in the time being.