Post by Danielle Elizabeth Hacker on Aug 20, 2012 14:44:14 GMT -5
DANIELLE HACKER
full name danielle elizabeth hacker
nicknames ellie, dani, liz, or slacker
type original
gender female
age sixteen
birthday november first
group stranger
clique transfer
grade sophomore
sexuality straight
occupation student
face claim erin wagner
alias rem
persona
stubborn, easily annoyed but keeps quiet about it, intelligent, overly sensitive, guarded, sly, sweet, shy, funny, clutzy, lazy, gullible, easily amused, a pleaser, loyal, and a liar.
life
Fascinated by murder, this girl seems to be the type of person you wouldn’t want to see in your crowd, right? Wrong. She’s fascinated, but only by solving it and the minds behind the horrid crime. Having the knack of reading others is something Danielle puts a lot of pride in, if someone ever second guessed her in that subject she would just brush it off and act like she never heard them.
Oh what passive-compulsive girl this one is, she may seem like the sweetest person someone would know, not getting mad at anyone, doing anything to help them without complaining even if they don’t do anything back. But watch out, if you do her wrong so many times, she is a bomb ready to explode. She’s not afraid to turn anyone’s ass out if she isn’t in the mood to deal with them, but later on once her mood passes she will apologize if needed be…and if they aren’t giving her the silent treatment. She is something called a people pleaser, she likes to see everyone happy and everything calm and situated down where things go. With this, she is so open to everything being perfect she often puts unnecessary stress on herself trying to be the perfect calm person she wants to be.
Even though she attempts to keep things calm, and most of the time she can with her persuasive words, she can fail and make things worse…as she sees it. She is a master of being able read people without having to talk to them much, and that is something she takes pride in. If someone was to try and tell her wrong, she will ignore it and that will be that.
Finding things that are odd or anything…others will often hear her say something like “Aww…that’s so cute…” she has a soft spot…for almost everything. That’s another weakness that greatly comes to her disadvantage. She’s sweet to a point, she learned from her mother how people prefer people who listen to their problems instead of her own. On the other hand, her father was a compulsive liar, even though he got better and stopped with his family and friends because it made him miserable, she learned that lying can get you places as long as it’s small and for a good reason. She can sugarcoat things; insulting you in the nicest way and making it seem like not much of an insult.
When someone see’s her explode it’s not a pretty sight. She is loud, rude, and can out talk anyone who she wanted to even if it was the scariest of people; it’s very rare and rather daunting. Once she raises her voice, people tend to know something is wrong and they should calm down or shut up.
Intelligence and memory is something she isn’t lacking, she will remember everything important or non-important to her..every dream she has, she remembers in great detail. Danielle can see both sides in a fight and isn’t exactly one to make decisions because she sees a downfall in both and people being unhappy, giving her the trait of indecisiveness. Except if she has made up her mind fully on something, she is willing to dig her heels in. She is as stubborn as they come and isn’t afraid to show it.
Danielle has trust issues that seem to ruin almost all of her relationships for her. She can't find a way to trust someone 100 percent, unless they haven't messed up anything for a year or two. As soon as something happens that she see's as bad, it turns out to be harder for her to trust.
The nickname Slacker was…well created by her, because on any social sites or anything, Hacker was never accepted as a last name. Slacker, is very true though. She can slack around being lazy and all, she usually waits till the last day to do her work, but normally get’s a B when she knows she can do better.
As for history, it isn’t much, her parents came from Ohio and started dating when her mom was a freshman and her father was a sophomore. They’ve stayed together ever since and it left some impression on her brain, she wants to have a relationship like them, staying together and finding true love and not being one of those people who just date for the hell of it. Now for her, she was born in Mobile, Alabama and her country accent has stayed with her ever since she moved with her twin brother, Xander to Maryland due to her father’s work in the air force and her mother’s work in pharmacy.
She picked up swimming from her mother, her favorite stroke is back or butterfly. Diving is where she is her calmest, also she got that from her land sport mother who pushed her and her brother to try swimming and diving at least once. While her father showed her the fun game of paintball which she loves to play with her brother every now and then.
roleplaying sample
Ariana spent the quiet time reviewing what and who she had seen in the hallway before her. It wasn't crowded anymore. Barely any Hufflepuffs around and the red and gold have gone down a lot, no matter how much she loathed the Gryffindorks, she was feeling out of place with everyone gone. She didn't feel as high in power anymore, just normal among the rest. The scariest part was that now that the Muggle borns and most half-bloods have left, everyone that had pureblood would attempt to down grade others with what they know. Or even in the darkest of the pure gang, turn to death eaters. Not that she cared about what happened to the other beings in this place, it was just a concern if it was going to affect her future. That is something Ariana wouldn't stand for.
Given the choice to stay at home by her worry wart mother… She would have said yes, if it wasn't for her friends. There weren't many, yes, but she cherished them more than she would ever show anyone, even her friends. It was her own little secret she enjoyed with herself, even if Ariana found herself disgusted that she would even think that she would care that much to someone that wasn't herself. Part of her wanted to be back where she was safer, but she was here, and that is all that matters in the moment, right? The Carrows... they always had eyes...somewhere looking for something to torture them. It wasn't fair for them to have it their way all the time, it wasn't how things worked. Ever. It's the world that is suddenly revolving around every single move the Death eaters made.
Ariana took a cautious step back before pressing herself into the shadows. All the thoughts that raced through her head about the Carrows made her flinch. What happened with that pink overweight fuzz freak way back in fifth year was something she wouldn't relive. Professor Umbridge had single handed made her school year a living hell, giving her a scar on her hand that was a reminder of when she spoke back to the...thing... But she knew for a fact that the Carrows could go much, much farther and have more power than she ever did. She wasn't a by the book follower at all, but that's what the Carrows wanted, and she wasn't going to give them that. A smirk grew on her face as the shadows danced around her, the plan was to play it safe in the beginning and slowly, but surely make more and more rules be broken. Her last plan was to join the death eaters, that's if all else fails and she was about to be killed. It would be hard to do since being told what to do every single moment of the day of people you dislike, is like you are a puppet. Just a fool doing everything as they say.
Slowly she put her hand on the cold stone wall and walked forward and made a quick look around. No one was in there. But on the other side of this wall could be the Carrows or students looking for a victim. Ariana took in a sharp breathe as she turned her head towards the couch where she spent many nights in the past. The silhouette of a man on the couch hunched over looking at his lap. She kept her gaze on him and made her way out of the shadows quietly. When she spoke, she saw him get up in a quick movement. The emotion she hated the most raced through her brain, fear. The Carrows… On the edge of every noise because she wasn't sure who it was until she blinked, the noise of the book startled her to the point that she stood up straighter, paling a bit more than she already was she kept a face full of well nothing. Once she heard the voice and her ridgedness was gone. Blaise! She thought with relief. She didn't stop herself before thinking about them, she raced forward quickly and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank god it’s you…" she muttered quietly. A few moments after she realized what she was doing she let go and stepped back a step so it wasn't awkwardly close. A small smile graced the porcelain girl's face, opening her mouth to think of something to say to cover up the actions she just did. Nothing came out until she was able to gather her own thoughts, "I'm sorry when I came in I thought you were a Carrow when you weren't I was...well relieved it was you"
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