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Name's Delaney. Lane, Laney, Del, whatever floats your boat. Last name Hollenway. I was born seventeen years ago in Las Vegas, Nevada. Love child to two crazy kids who hadn't the slightest idea how to raise a baby up to be good and proper. So I'm neither. My parents never married, though they did joke about heading to the chapel and have some Elvis stand in perform their nuptials. They're still together to this day, so I guess that proves the whole 'a ring doesn't change a thing' ideal. <br><br>
Anyways, we lived in Vegas until I turned thirteen, I started smoking and drinking around then, and my parents were hoping my grandmother could do a better job at getting me on the right path, so they sent me off to live with her in LA. I wanted to go, so don't think it was some kind of neglect or some shit. No, they asked me first. Gran's the best, she's got rules but it's alright, I don't mind em. Soon as she started letting me wear what I want, pierce what I want, and have as much ink as my little body can fit, we started getting along beautifully. She's still anti smoking, but she's lenient so long as I don't do it in the house or leave my butts lying around the yard. She has a zero tolerance policy when it coming to illegal drugs and underage drinking, but street drugs were never my thing anyways, and I can wait a few years before my next binge. <br><br>
Alright, now for the good stuff. I'm a very special individual.... Ha, nah, but I'm not an ordinary teenager either. I'm what you call a potential. I found out that monsters and vampires really do exist and there is a chosen one who stands against them and bladdy bladdy blah. Anyways, I might be next in line, if the current chosen one ever bites the dust. It's whatever, I'm not too worried about it. I have this guy who follows me around, watching, telling me what to do, training me. Ironically, he's called my Watcher. I've been a martial artist all my life, so I already had that advantage. I'm pretty skilled in hand to hand combat, and I can shoot an apple off the top of your head. Really. But, strength and reflex wise I'm really not much different than a typical person. My philosophy is don't get hit. If they don't get their hands on me, they can't hurt me, right?<br><br>
You're probably wondering why I'm in Sunnydale. Let me tell you, I wish to fuck I wasn't. This town's totally overwhelmed by blood suckers and I don't feel safe here whatsoever. But, my Watcher told us that something has shifted recently and that I should be here. So, here I am. I'm a senior up at the local high school, and in my free time I train, write music, and spend time with Gran. My old lady can't possibly have all that much time left in her bones.<br><br>
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Like I said, I live with Gran. As for my parents, last I heard they were travelling Europe. They try to call weekly, but they're free spirits and totally scatter brained. They're only 32 and 35. Had me young, so I can't blame 'em for reclaiming their youth. I don't have any siblings, but I do have a pup named
Hank, a snake named
Urchin, and my newest additions;
Eli and Ellie my hedgehogs. Them and Gran are all the family I need.
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Christ, I don't know. I'm a teenager my personality isn't fully formed yet, or whatever. <br>
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I still have to answer? Fine. I'm kind of rebelliously artistic, if I had to describe myself in one term. I like to be me, and express myself in as many ways as possible. Writing songs, displaying art on my body, showing my intelligence in my school work, proving my worth in my training. I'm a free spirit, yet disciplined all at the same time. <br><br>
I respect my Gran, and my Watcher, but aside from them I really dislike people telling me what to do. I'm almost a grown woman, I'm entirely capable of making my own choices and doing things the way I want. <br><br>
I typically steer clear from the spotlight as best I can. I don't like attention, despite what you may think. My tatts aren't a 'hey look at me' sort of thing, they're a 'this is what freedom looks like' sort of thing. So, yeah, being the slayer isn't really what I want. Even though it's supposed to be all secretive, it seems very public within the supernatural world. So, crossing my fingers I don't get called, or whatever. <br><br>
There really isn't anything else to know about me.
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Um, I never really thought much about my style. I buy things I find interesting or funny or appealing in some other respect. Sometimes it's lacey tube tops, other times it's teal, leopard print shorts or snarky sweatshirts. It all depends on my mood. Oh, and I'm absolutely covered in tattoos with no intention to stop inking. I don't do much with my hair, it's pretty much straight and down or thrown in a ponytail 24/7. Although I sometimes get bored and stripe it with temporary dye paint. As far as makeup is concerned, it's non existent.
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Like I said, martial artist with slight advantages with the slayer's blood coursing through my veins, but not anything really special. I know everything there is to know about demons and vamps though, my Watcher insists I hit the books daily and he quizzes me. It's annoying as shit.
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<option>SHE LIKES</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </option>
<option>tattoos</option>
<option>music</option>
<option>freedom</option>
<option>self expression</option>
<option>boys</option>
<option>girls</option>
<option>animals</option>
<option>menthal cigarettes</option>
<option>Gran</option>
<option>martial arts</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr>
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<option>SHE DISLIKES</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </option>
<option>rules</option>
<option>authority</option>
<option>blondes</option>
<option>organized religion</option>
<option>meat</option>
<option>rap</option>
<option>text lingo, like:</option>
<option>OMG</option>
<option>SMH</option>
<option>LOL</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr>
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<option>SHE FEARS</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </option>
<option>nothing</option>
<option>alright that was a lie</option>
<option>spiders</option>
<option>death</option>
<option>losing my identity</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr>
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<option>HER GOALS</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </option>
<option> become an accomplished writer</option>
<option>college</option>
<option>happiness</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr>
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<option>HER TURN ONS</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - -</option>
<option> things</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr>
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<option>HER TURN OFFS</option>
<option>- - - - - - - - - - - - - - </option>
<option> stuff</option>
</select></center></div></td></tr></table></div></td></tr></table>
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Follow your instincts, follow your instincts, Delaney was repeating the words over and over as she ran through the cemetery. An onlooker may have thought that she was full of fear, sprinting away from the vampire who was hot on her heels. But inside, she was calm and collected, entirely focused on what she was doing. Her feet against the ground were light and soundless, the only noise she could hear was the rhythmic thudding of her heart against her chest and the snarling beast behind her. <br><br>
She knew what she was doing, she had a plan, as long as she moved fast enough no harm would come to her. She just had to make it back to the van, where she had everything set up. With the push of a button holy water balloons would fly towards the undead man, crossed would fall down around him, leaving him trapped. Delaney was good at this, good at trickery and flawless execution of the traps she set up.<br><br>
She maneuvered through the headstones, turning this way and that, winding down the vampire's stamina before finally hopping the hedge and landing next to her vehicle. The vampire should have been right behind her, but he wasn't, something had distracted him but Delaney couldn't see what. All she heard was a loud crash as someone was tossed into the greenery she had just jumped over. "Oh, shit. Shit. Hang on!" She shouted to whoever was on the other side of the dividing plants. She ran full speed back around to the entrance and bolted towards where the vampire was standing, there was someone at his feet, but she couldn't make out who or what it was. </div> |
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