GRIFFIN, danielle tiana

[Danielle Griffin]

THERE'S A STORM
ON THE STREETS
B U T Y O U S T I L L D O N ' T RUN
W A T C H I N G A N D W A I T I N G
F O R T H E R A I N T O C O M E


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NAME|| Danielle Tiana Griffin
NICKNAMES|| Danii, Dano, Tian, T., D.
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| 24/ March 6th
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| female/heterosexual
SPECIES|| werewolf
CANON|| no


FACE CLAIM|| Danneel Harris-Ackles
HAIR COLOR|| auburn
EYE COLOR|| brown
ANIMAL COLOR|| auburn
BLOOD DIET|| n/a
BUILD|| Dano is 5'9" and 135 lbs. She's of slender, athletic build with muscular undertones
STYLE|| Typically jeans, tshirts, tank tops, denim shorts, her DC high tops, sweaters, sweat pants, yoga pants, flip flops. The occasional dress or skirt.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES|| a tattoo of a red rose on her right shoulder blade, the favorite flower of her best friend at the orphanage.


PERSONALITY|| Danii is the hot headed type. She's stubborn and proud. She isnt afraid of a challenge and she wont back down from a fight. She considers herself damaged goods, someone that no one would ever want a solid relationship with because of her past with her foster family, so she condemns herself to anything BUT a love-related relationship. She wont let herself get that close because she's constantly afraid of being hurt. She keeps everyone at an arms distance because of it.

Dano is one of those girls whose life revolves around one simple thing that makes her happy unconditionally. For her, that thing is music. She's an amazing singer and she taught herself from a very young age to play both piano and guitar. She's been writing songs since she was 13 and even has a band who doesnt have a name yet because they cant decide on one. Music is her escape from all the bad memories she's had in her past. She's written several songs about a damaged girl who's abused by the ones who should be taking care of her. Music is her way to vent without seeming weak.

It's fairly hard to break past the shell she has around herself like a shield, but when someone does, they see a conflicted, damaged young woman trying to make the best out of life even though its screwed her over several times. She's a sweetheart with a heart of gold, though, and will help anyone who needs it. She believes strongly in standing up for what she believes and facing her fears.

LIKES/STRENGTHS||

• pizza
  
• singing
  
• music
  
• playing guitar or piano
  
• drinking
  
• flirting
  
• cocky guys
  
• gentlemen
  
• writing
  
• jogging
  
• basketball
  
• volleyball
  
• working out

DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES||

• being a werewolf
  
• orchestra music
  
• not having the muse for music
  
• vampires
  
• her foster family
  
• anyone who abuses or neglects their family
  
• father figures

SECRETS/FEARS||

• her foster father would rape and beat her and her foster mother was too afraid of him to defend her
  
• she's a minor alcoholic
  
• she wants to find her real family but is afraid of what she'll find when she does

SKILLS|| turning into a wolf, singing, playing guitar, writing songs, drinking just about anyone under the table, flirting, charming people, keeping herself detached from everyone else.


OCCUPATION|| working as a receptionist at the local hotel
FAMILY|| She doesnt know any of her biological family members because she was orphaned from birth, so she considers the employees at the orphanage her family. She had a foster family for a while but the husband was a pig and the wife was too much of a coward to defend her so she doesnt consider them family to her at all.
Does her dog, Havok count?
HOMETOWN|| Baton Rouge, Louisiana
HISTORY||

The circumstances of my birth arent really things I generally look back to. From what I've heard, the woman who gave birth to me was sixteen years old at the time. Her parents had forced her to have the baby and give it up for adoption rather than keep it or have an abortion like she wanted. And the man who got her knocked up was a moron whose brain was screwed up by one too many drugs and was too stupid to use a condom.

I lived in an orphanage in Baton Rouge, Louisiana from the time I was born. I was raised there and the people who worked there were who I considered family. One of the women who worked there was a teacher, and she taught me everything from elementary to highschool. I was a good student, I learned relatively fast and I was a smart kid. The only classes I absolutely hated were math classes.

When I turned thirteen, I found music. It was the best kind of escape. It was a way for me to vent about how unfair it was that I was orphaned. The first song I ever wrote was about a friend of mine, though. Rose. She'd been an orphan like me, and her adopted father had killed her. Some psychopath who didnt get caught in the radar.

Fifteen years old was my day of reaping. I was put into a foster home with the Atideva family who as it turned out was almost as bad as the family Rose was with. The wife was a coward and the husband abused and raped me almost every single night that I was there. It took two years for child protective services to find out about it and after they put my foster father in jail, I was deposited back into the orphanage.

A year later, I was eighteen and finally able to get out of Baton Rouge. Not that I totally wanted to leave. I mean, my family was there at the orphanage and it made me sad to leave them but I needed the change, you know? So I moved to Mystic Falls. I've been in this town since then. I've been a barista at a coffee shop, a waitress in the Grill, and now I'm a receptionist at the local hotel. I got a large golden retriever puppy whom I've named Havok. I didnt think my problems could get any worse until, a year ago, I killed someone... Thats right. I guess I didnt know what happened until after the initial attack. All I knew was that for a few years, I'd been battling some sort of strange anger that came out of nowhere during my teens. And a year ago, when I was going home from work - walking, of course - I got attacked by a guy. There was a fight, and I dont remember much about it, but when it was over, he was lying dead on the ground in the alleyway he'd caught me in... A few nights later, I made my first transformation into a werewolf.

BEHIND THE SCENES|| Lily
OTHER CHARACTERS|| will in about five minutes
CONTACT|| pm through site/email or MSN
RP SAMPLE||

Lexi Branson stood behind the bar counter at the Mystic Grill, a thoughtful and faraway look on her face. She hadn’t been working there long, as a waitress and apprentice bartender, but for the time she had started work in the Grill, she liked it. She was already familiar with the usual crowd of customers; among them Damon and Stefan Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. Though, it wasn’t as nice to have Stefan around anymore. Not when he was on the Ripper phase he was on now. Being compelled by Klaus hadn’t done him any justice either. She missed the old Stefan, the one who she went to that Bon Jovi concert with all those years ago, the one she thought of as her best friend. Who he was recently was a completely different person, one she’d seen only a handful of times.

Lexi had helped Stefan out of his Ripper phase before, several times. But now that he was being compelled by Klaus, she figured it’d be a little harder. He gave up human blood before of his own free will. But Klaus lived off humans and expected Stefan to kill for him, and what better killing tool did a vampire have aside from his own fangs? She remembered when it used to be easier to get a vampire off blood when you were a vampire yourself. All you had to do was over-power them, lock them in a room with no source of human blood and feed them bunnies. But now that she was human, she couldn’t exactly do that without using vervain, and she refused to use that stupid plant against her best friend, regardless of how he was acting lately. She’d just have to rely on Damon to get the blood out of his system.

Damon. The eldest Salvatore brother had been on her good side—for the most part—until he put a nicely shaped piece of wood into her heart when she was a vampire. She kind of gave in and forgave him for it though… If she were in his place, she’d probably have done the same thing at some point in their lives. Despite his former “evil scheme”, he had been trying to keep the townspeople off the Salvatore’s trail and keep them from finding out they were vampires. It was all for the good of surviving. Survival of the fittest wasn’t always fair but it always worked out in the end. Sighing, she grabbed her stuff and went over to a table a young couple had just left, cleaning it up so someone else could occupy it. Now to figure out what to do about Stefan and Klaus...

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[Admin]

In order for her to be a werewolf, (change at the full moon etc) she needs to have killed someone. has she, or is she dormant?

[Danielle Griffin]

Oh sorry! She is, I added it to her history <3

[Admin]

wonderful, accepted.