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Post by Daisy on Wed Oct 15, 2014 10:40 pm


| basics |

name;; Daisy Saoirse
nicknames;; none, just Daisy
age;; 69 but looks 25
sexuality;; straight
marital status;; single
group;; displaced

| appearance |

height;; 1.68 m
build;; slim build; Daisy is quite petite and has hardly any curves.
hair color;; brown
eye color;; green
tattoos;; her stone angel wings were replaced with an angel wing tattoo on her back when she came through the portal
defining characteristic(s);; n/a
clothing style;; Daisy likes to wear her hair down in gentle waves and can often be seen with a flower wreath in her hair. Her favourite flower to use are daisies, but she loves using other wildflowers. She loves to wear dresses (having worn one for the past sixty-nine years during her time as a statue) and usually wears a white flowing dress when out and about. She doesn't wear any makeup as she has absolutely no idea how to apply it.
face claim;; Ginnifer Goodwin

| the fallen angel |

personality;; Despite everything that she's experienced as a Weeping Angel, Daisy still holds a very fairy-tale view of the world. She believes that people are inherently good, or at least can be good if they tried or wanted to be. She also believes in true love, not just of the romantic sort, but also of the familial kind where siblings would go to the ends of the Earth for each other. She has a strong moral compass and though she has been forced to feed off human time-energy (something she hates herself for), she only feeds off those who are evil: drug-dealers, muggers, bullies, and the like. She takes no joy in hunting and feeding and can fall into a deep depression after 'meals' as she knows that this behavior makes her evil, and that's the last thing she wants to be. Her morals were shaped in a very black-and-white manner and she believes that because she's hurting people, that makes her a bad person. Save for that, Daisy is a very cheerful, and at times awkward individual. Not having ever interacted with people before (any time someone would look at her she would lock, preventing her from interacting with anyone), she has no idea about how to interact with anyone though she has learned many lessons from her years at a playground (things like personal space, not interrupting when someone's speaking, and the like). She is curious and loves exploring, is an optimist, and is extremely clumsy while she's trying to get used to this human form. She is constantly amazed by the world and everything in it, from ladybugs on roses to more spectacular things like demon doors.  
family members;; n/a
other important figures;; n/a
occupation;; displaced ex-Weeping Angel
skills and talents;;
Daisy came into this world as a stone statue, placed in a popular park in London, England, shortly after the end of World War 2. She lived an unremarkable life, forming attachments to the children that would come visit her. Early on in her life she received the name Daisy, due to the daisy-chains that the kids would make and then decorate her with. She longed to play with the children, or talk to them, but she knew that was never going to be an option. But still the girl dreamed. Even if she didn't get to play with them, she could still participate in their tea-parties and teddy-bear picnics. And Daisy loved every minute of it. Years turned into decades, her children grew up, but new children came, initiated her as one of their own. The now-adult children would bring their own kids to see Daisy, telling them about the games they'd played with the statue. The years went on, blurring all into one never-ending cycle of playful kids and adults who fondly remembered their own childhood with her. It was wonderful and though she couldn't express her joy, Daisy was happy with the world.

One night, a creature called a Weeping Angel spotted her in her park. Daisy had heard about such creatures before - stone statues that could move around but that fed off human time-energy to survive. She thought them foul, but more than that she thought them evil. How could one harm a human for their own use? It didn't seem right to her and Daisy hated the creature being anywhere near her. That night the Weeping Angel kissed her and transformed Daisy into a Weeping Angel herself. For the first time in her life she wept crystalline tears that night, but the next morning when the children came to visit her the next morning they were delighted. Daisy was an angel! Look, Mum, look, Daisy's got wings, she's an angel now!

She discovered that she could move around, late at night when no one was looking at her. She could move around in the day time too, but whenever anyone looked at her she would freeze. She also discovered hunger and just how animalistic it made her. The first times she felt the hunger, she tried to resist. She refused to eat, not wanting to stoop to the level of the monsters. But the longer she didn't feed, the worse she looked, her stone skin wearing down until her face would become a smooth chunk of stone, devoid of any features. The kids were terrified of what was going on to their beloved angel, and seeing their sadness and fear, Daisy decided that she would keep herself alive, just for them. That night her first 'victim' was a mugger who was trying to rob an old lady. Daisy decided that if she had to feed, she would at least feed off low-lives and criminals. It didn't, however, make her feel any better about herself, and she would often lapse into depression after feeds.

The years dragged on, the streets of London became that much safer. During periods she didn't need to feed, Daisy danced and lived her life as best she could. She still couldn't interact with her children, but she could play with them at least - always freezing in a new position every morning so when they came to see her they'd be surprised. They thought it was magic and Daisy was happy to have them keep believing that.

Late one Winter night when Daisy was refusing to eat, a strange light appeared not far from where she was sitting. Ever the curious one, Daisy went to investigate, only to be pulled into the portal and away from her beloved London. She was thrown out the other end into Greatwood, Albion near Rose Cottage. Her soul had been ripped from its stone prison and was given a human form. Now Daisy's greatest adventure yet begins.

| behind the fallen angel |

alias;; Calypso
experience;; about ten or so years? i've lost track
other characters;; Stella Beck and Jack Harkness
how you found us;; I created you Razz
contact information;; PM on Stella's account

| credits |

this application was made by kittymorphine at caution 2.0 & bellachanx at shadowplay; lyrics are from “Fallen Angels” from Black Veil Brides. Steal or take off the credit and I will have my army of zombies out to eat your brainz.


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