Post by DINAH AVIELLA CAINE on Jul 20, 2013 18:24:51 GMT -6
DINAH AVIELLA CAINE
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i bet you're wondering who i am. well, Doc is the name, you see. i've been around for nineteen years and in that amount of time, i've been rping for two years. amazing, huh? since i love flesh&&bone sooo much, i also play none[/color] here. enough about me, lets get on with the show! [/blockquote]
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FULL NAME Dinah Aviella Caine
NICKNAMES Di, Caine
AGE Twenty eight, October 12th
GENDER Female
SPECIES & GROUP vampire, rogue
SEXUALITY bisexual.
PLAYED BY Kaya Scodelario
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KNOWN THE STORM WAS COMING
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'' P E R S O N A L I T Y
Dinah is the kind of girl who is rather blunt and forward in the way she talks because she’s always one to speak what she honestly thinks. She never sugar-coats things, refrain from speaking her mind entirely? Maybe, but she’d never try to make things seem better than they are- especially if they’re quite clearly not. Some things she says cruel or harsh things even though she could just keep her mouth shut and follow the ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’ saying.
This young bitten vampire is like wildfire; uncontrollable, untameable, wild, unstoppable and destructive. Dinah can be quite playful, impulsive, reckless, flirtatious and child-like. Se lives in the moment, by the day- as if every day were her last. It’d be fair to say that she lives her life destructively she smokes, drinks excessively, acts a bit like a whore- sleeping around and when she feeds she doesn’t hold back one bit. She likes to loose herself completely, get out of her mind and she’d take any high to do so.
She acts like she doesn’t care about anyone else or what anything else thinks about her and that is probably because at the moment she doesn’t have anyone she cares about and why would she give shit about what people she doesn’t know thinks about her?
Dinah does all this, puts up this façade because if she stops moving, stops smoking, drinking, sleeping around she is given too much time to actually think and when she sits down to think too much, her past sneaks up on her and with that all her repressed feelings do too. Occasionally, these feelings can surface in little mental break downs where she’d cry her heart out in her own privacy before going out and drowning out her depression by sinking her teeth into the neck of a man or woman she decided to have sex with.
So, she has a lot of issues and you wouldn’t be wrong to call her mentally damaged.
When it comes to herself, Dinah rarely looks in the mirror anymore not entirely because she's self-conscious (although she is- she just would never admit it because she hates it when girls ‘fish for compliments’) but because she doesn't really recognize her reflection. She sometimes feels slightly smothered by her past and the things she does, the blood on her hands and she sees herself almost like a china doll. Pretty, hard, cold, empty.
One thing that should be noted about Dinah is that it’d be extremely hard to earn her trust) but when you do earn her trust she’s loyal but if you ever lose her trust in any way you will lose her trust and respect forever- she never gives second chances and doesn’t really ‘do’ forgiveness.
'' H I S T O R Y
Dinah’s childhood wasn’t the greatest. Her father, her was an aggressive man that beat his wife and his children whenever he lost his temper- which was often and whenever he got drunk and Dinah hardly remembers any time her father wasn’t drunk. He had crazy mood swings and a deep feeling of self-hatred that he took out on those around him either by hitting her, throwing things at her or spitting vile, horrible words that no mother should ever speak to those he claims to love.
And Di’s mother was a mumbling wreck, submissive, scared of her own shadow and because of the abuse had become quite a reclusive woman- never wanting to do anything that could invoke more abuse from her husband. Not even stand up for her own children.
As Di grew older and her little sister was born, she was the one that stuck up for her little sister when their dad was on a rampage.
Her family life is what pushed her away from home. As a young teen she began going out, drinking, smoking, parting and losing herself. It was unhealthy but she found it was the quickest and easiest way she could escape from life.
When she was sixteen she met this guy, a charming, cocky guy named Reese. He was two years older than her, one of those ‘bad boys’ that managed to win her over with petty words and promises. Love. He said he loved her, she felt like he loved her and to someone who had felt very little ‘love’ in her life? She clung onto the idea.
One night, when she was she was drunk herself and on a high she actually confronted her parents. Both of them. She hardly really remembers it all but there was a lot of screaming, shouting and ended with her, a broken nose and being kicked out of her house.
Di ended up going to Reese’s house, where he comforted her and gave into his sweet talking and bullshit front and gave up her virginity to him. After that? It was two days before her broke up with her and that hurt. That hurt so fucking much. It made her angry. She’d told him everything, she had opened up to him and he had used her. So, she punched him in the balls and promised him she’d never forget what he did and one day, he’d regret it.
After that, Dinah managed to get a small job that she spent her weekends and whenever she wasn’t at school doing but at night lived by stopping over at various houses, her friends, house parties, guys she slept with.
By the age of twenty Di was juggling three jobs on top of spending her nights out partying and maybe it was her lifestyle that attracted the creature that’d change her life forever
She met him at a bar and remembered clearly how indescribably beautiful he was. The young woman drank and danced with him before leaving with him. They didn’t manage to get very far before she couldn’t hold back, she wanted him, so she didn’t hesitate to kiss him, back him into an alley and against a wall, deepening the kiss and fumbling to undo his jeans. Yes, so fucking what if she was acting like a slut? Why would she give a shit? He was fucking beautiful, who wouldn’t want to sex him? Once again, her memory’s a blur when she thinks about it but all she remembers is his teeth sinking into her neck and the feeling. The long pulls. Of course, she panicked at first but her kept a hold of her and she could feel the life slipping away from her and to think of it…she didn’t care.
Darkness engulfed her but instead of dying, Di awoke in an unfamiliar room of a house that seemed abandoned. She felt different. All her senses were sensitive and she hungered. She was so fucking hungry. Confused, bewildered the man she remembered last being with was gone.
Despite it all, at first she just thought she was hung over, had tripped out and had the munchies so she left the house- noting it was dark, and went to find something to eat. But when Di first came across a young woman walking home by herself…the smell, oh god the smell, it made something switch inside of her, a dark predatory instinct took over and she attacked the woman. Latching onto her throat and letting the warm, iron-tasting blood slip down her throat.
Of course, when she was done she freaked out. She had killed someone. And she was now something that was only spoken about in horror stories, sappy chick-lit or shitty erotica. She didn’t understand but what she did understand was this new feeling…a hunger, she needed to satiate.
So she did. Over and over again.
She eventually killed Reese, reminding him how she didn’t forget. She paid a visit to her family too and killed her father…her mother…but, what she didn’t mean to do and what really shook her was that she also killed her little sister. With every death it killed a little bit inside of her and it built onto the guilt she felt to all those she had hurt and killed. Even the ones she hated.
But she continued, eventually her bloodlust became more controllable and over the many yeas she met more of her kind and learnt more about herself but she lived her ‘rogue’ life as she was used to; drinking, smoking, feeding, fucking.
Because if you keep on moving. If you push everyone away. If you never let anyone in or ever care about anyone…you can’t get hurt.
Right?
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