Post by davielawrence on Nov 11, 2012 0:59:21 GMT -6
davie m a r i e lawrence
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Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Name Meaning[/color]: Davie is short for David, but changed for a girl, as in Davie. The name means "Beloved". As for Marie, it comes from Maria, which comes from Mary. The background isn't exact but it can mean any of these: "sea of bitterness", "rebelliousness", and "wished for child". Lawrence is her surname, it comes Laurence which means Laurel.
Sex[/color]: She's got the female reproductive parts. So let's go with female.
Age[/color]: Twenty lovely years young
Sexual Orientation[/color]: She hasn't figured that one out yet.
Ethnicity[/color]: British and Native American.
Species[/color]: Witch
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Davie has long straight hair. It ends above her waist and completely dull. It has a golden, almost wheat color. She wears it in a braid rolled into a bun, just to keep it out of her way on the job, but if she's just doing her own thing, it sits on her back.
Height & Weight[/color]: Hmm, the muscle she has leans her at about 136lbs, it is a combination of her muscle, fat (which isn't a lot) and height, she's pretty tall. She's around 5'8" or 5'9".
Body Type[/color]: Very athletic, but slender and lean.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: This is the fun part. You can tell she has the Native American features, the hair, the skin. BUt what sets her apart is her light eyes. She also has the thick eyebrows. She then has the Native American symbol for hummingbird on her wrist. She has one scar on her left hip and one going down her ankle. Left one. Then she always wearing her combat biker boots.
Face Claim[/color]: Clara Alonso
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well its bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Vampires, anything evil actually, being waken up, lack of money, she doesn't want to use her father's money leaves a trail and just messes with her mind, replacing her boots.
Strength[/color]: Knife work and spells, plus determination.
Weaknesses[/color]: Keeping her opinions to herself. Provoking her target, and temper.
Fears[/color]: Dying, her or her father, failing, and the normal life.
Secrets[/color]: She has a grimoire full of Native American culture and ceremonies and rituals.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: She braids her hair then take it down and the starts all over. Likes to tap her chin when she's deciding on something. Bounces legs when she's p.o.ed.
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: Davie… She’s your cliché badass chic. Well not really, she’s just independent. She is pretty much confident and strong. She can keep herself alive. She is quick with her tongue, she says the first thing that is on her mind, actually she says everything. But she gets scary quiet when she’s mad. And she has a temper, almost blinding. She has a lot of self-discipline though, she tries to keep herself in check. If you get on her good side, you’ve got a loyal friend. She really is a sweet heart, she wants to help anyone innocent. She is also a great actress, she has to be. She likes to con people and get her way around with minimal problems. And watch out, she is a total flirt. She will play dumb and friendly almost innocent.
As to how she portrays herself, she keeps her cool and usually looks approachable and laid back. She dresses usually in jeans and regular shirts. She loves her sweatshirts and hats though. Now if she has something specific to do, well she’ll dress up. Davie is actually obsessed with these pair of biker like combat boots. She wears them all the time and loves them. Hurt those boots and you probably will get kicked by them.
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There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: Hotels
Mothers Name[/color]: Rose Waagosh Lawrence
Fathers Name[/color]: James Alexander Lawrence
Siblings[/color]: None
Pets[/color]: None
Overall History[/color]: It was a late June night. Davie met the world that. Rain pour and lightening striked. It kind of adds up to a horrible night, as clichés go. But it was a wonderful night. Nothing wrong. A spell was cast to send evil away while Davie was being born. It wasn’t a normal family she was placed it. They were practitioners of magic. Oh and not Black Magic, the White kind. They are the very rare good witches. Both her parents were.
The Lawrence’s had this little herbal shop. It was actually her grandmother’s shop which he mother inherited. This shop holds majority of the things you would need for potions, spells, and hexes. They’ll even sell spells for the right price.
Her father on the other hand is actually a lawyer, one that takes on the “unusual” cases. He makes a bit of money and as well as has his family living comfortably. But Davie was never spoiled. Her father kept her well-disciplined. She had to learn determination, confidence, and independence. He wouldn’t except the possibility of his daughter being weak.
Davie spent most of her childhood learning the craft. She went to school of course, but the importance of her life was giving good the upper hand. So she learned what she needed to learn until her mother’s death. She had to be thirteen. A very bad witch walked into the shop. He demanded the things he needed for a ceremony. Her mother, of course, denied his request. That was basically her handing herself over to the witch. Davie saw everything and grabbed one of the many grimoires they held.
She found a spell to freeze the witch before stabbing a dragger into his heart. Davie called her father and he came home immediately. They burned two bodies that night.
Davie after that sought help from a hunter that shows up in the shop many times. Behind her father’s back she began training to kill demons, just as long as she stays in school and doesn’t go out looking for demons.
Seven years later, Davie can be found travelling around. She broke her promise and now is hunting as a living. The pay is crap, but the girl is great at pool. Hussling is what she‘s good at, forgery, not so much, but she is getting better. There are perks to being a nosy teenager helping her lawyer father out. If you need a witches help, well most hunters should have her number, or well her mother’s (voicemail gives Davie’s number). Point is, you need one, Davie should be there as soon as she can.
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
The sun began to set when she finally had the body covered in salt and then gasoline. “Really I understand about the whole viscous death thing you’ve got going on. But,” she paused and looked at the ghost. Instead of looking friendly and sweet like it had in the beginning, if looked almost like the body in front of her. “Killing random people is so not cool. And really? Trying to send me and my car over the edge. Not cool either.” She lit a match and threw it on the body. A couple more matches to make sure it will stick before she grabbed her gun. “And I liked you.” She frowned at the gun before throwing it into the flames.
The blonde leaned up against her car and pulled out her journal and a pen, “Gavin Dealy. Thirty. Murdered by best friend and girlfriend before thrown into the creak a mile west into the woods. You’d think they’d find him.” She shook her head and continued with the date it was done with and how. “ Washington Grove, Maryland.” The small town apparently was being haunted with terrible deaths, and all the same. They said serial killer, Zara said something else. It wasn’t a bit killing, a small one that was more annoying. But with the small town and the way things happened, Zara decided to nip it in the butt.
Zara got into her car before driving off. She’d been looking for something more fun to kill, but it seemed the most challenging ones were not anywhere near her. The girl drove for a bit until she found a small inn outside of the town and the forest surrounding it. Once inside she present some fake identifications and got herself a room and a strong drink. She sat in the dining room like area and laid her head on the table. “This is ridiculous.”
Read more: dancingwithfire.boards.net/index.cgi?board=northern&action=display&thread=1218&page=1#ixzz2BtTIdg6P
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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