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Character Bio
Danielle Olivier is a Toreador from Vancouver, Canada. While
artsy and graceful, she is also very timid, especially when meeting people for
the first time. She may seem reserved at first, but will gradually warm up once
befriended. Her trust issues stem from the night that she was turned. Most of
her memories from that night have been blocked, and if brought up she will react
as an assault victim might. She actually moved from Vancouver to Sonoma County
to “wipe her mind” of the trauma. Why Sonoma County? Honestly, she moved on
impulse. It seemed quiet, hidden away. There was no way that her attacker would
follow her such a distance, she would reassure herself. However, no one would
know that she was there to hide; she didn’t want any word coming out of her
mouth that someone was possibly looking for her. As long as she stayed hidden
away, she was safe. She had to at least reassure herself of that.
Her art is one thing that she would never give up, though. She can always be seen with a sketchbook in her arms and her face buried within its pages. Some of her drawings are lovely, with graceful figures and flowing nature. Others, however, delve into her deep anxiety. They make no sense. They’re scribbles, scratched out onto the pages; but there’s no explanation for them. She isn’t even consciously aware of herself while she’s drawing them. They’re the only drawings that she won’t show to people.
Danielle is much too fascinated by humans. She considers herself lucky that she still has most of her humanity. It allows her to blend in with human society, and this is to her benefit because she could never live without her art supplies. Even though she “blends in”, she somehow manages to make herself stand out. Talking about hiding and then painting her hair with colours is such a hypocritical thing to do, yet she does it anyway. She sees everything as a canvas, and if hair always fell into its place every day, she would probably paint a scene on it instead of turning it all one solid colour. Even though she’s fairly observant of her surroundings, she blocks out her surroundings entirely when she focuses all of her attention on her art.
Her art is one thing that she would never give up, though. She can always be seen with a sketchbook in her arms and her face buried within its pages. Some of her drawings are lovely, with graceful figures and flowing nature. Others, however, delve into her deep anxiety. They make no sense. They’re scribbles, scratched out onto the pages; but there’s no explanation for them. She isn’t even consciously aware of herself while she’s drawing them. They’re the only drawings that she won’t show to people.
Danielle is much too fascinated by humans. She considers herself lucky that she still has most of her humanity. It allows her to blend in with human society, and this is to her benefit because she could never live without her art supplies. Even though she “blends in”, she somehow manages to make herself stand out. Talking about hiding and then painting her hair with colours is such a hypocritical thing to do, yet she does it anyway. She sees everything as a canvas, and if hair always fell into its place every day, she would probably paint a scene on it instead of turning it all one solid colour. Even though she’s fairly observant of her surroundings, she blocks out her surroundings entirely when she focuses all of her attention on her art.
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