Post by dani on Jul 15, 2012 8:29:36 GMT -5
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Face Claim: GRAHAM, kat
Canon or Original? Original
Ranger Group: Jungle Fury~ the b a s i c s !
Full Name: Danica Marie Benoit
Nickname(s): Dani
Alias(s): Pink Ranger
Age: 18
Birthday: April 17, 1986
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood Type: O
Ethnicity: Half Caucasian, Half African American
Job: Movie Theater
Theme Song:…
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~ the a p p e a r a n c e !
[/size]Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel Green
Height:5’4’’
Weight:115 lbs
Skin Tone: Caramel Brown
Body Frame: Thin and fit
Brief Overview: Dani is about the average size for a teen. She’s not too short, nor is she too tall. She’s not too big or little. She’s just right. She stands at about five feet, four inches high and weighs about one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her hair is a dark brown which closely resembles black. It falls to the small of her back in curls with a bang covering her face. Her skin is a caramel color due to her Creole heritage. Her skin tone brings out her rare set of hazel green eyes, which can switch to brown according to the weather or how the light strikes it. She is often called attractive due to her unique features and her fit, toned body.
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~ the p e r s o n a l i t y !
[/size]Likes: shopping, makeovers, jewelry, gum, pop music, dancing, candy, bunnies, her stuffed animals.
Dislikes: rude people, jerks, pervs, working, vegetables, spiders, getting dirty.
Strengths: smart, determined, selfless
Weaknesses: impatient, stubborn, dependent
Hobbies: dancing, shopping, capoeira, surfing
Fears: spiders
Overview: Dani is a princess, or at least acts like royalty. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and portrays herself as such. She comes off as cocky and conceited, but the worst part about it is that she doesn't know that she is. She'll talk about herself and the things she owns, like cars, how many clothes, shoes, etc. Someone has to literally tell her to stop talking for her to actually stop.
Other than the constant chatter about herself, Dani can be a real sweetie pie. She's friendly, kind and generous...sometimes too generous. She goes by the saying "It's better to give than to receive," but sometimes Dani gives too much and gets into trouble for it. She can be selfless when the situation calls for it, but that's not often.
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~ the h i s t o r y !
[/size]Birthplace:New Orleans, Louisiana
Current Residence: Ocean Bluff, Maine
Mother: Elena Benoit
Father: Matthew Benoit
Sibling(s): Owen Benoit, Luke Benoit
Overview: Danica was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana just like her parents. They too were both born and raised in the same city; the same state. Her grandfather was the CEO of a mega corporation and when he died, the position passed on to his son, her father Matthew. He ran the company with pride and a firm fist. He was on top of the world when he met a beautiful secretary by the name of Elena, and they hit it off well. They were married in less than a year, and she moved into his big fancy house with a baby in her tummy.
Elena gave birth to a bouncing baby boy named Owen, and five years later came Dani and another five years came Luke. Growing up rich had its perks, and growing up the only girl was even better. Dani got all that she desired because she was daddy’s little girl. She was very spoiled, but her mother made sure that she was not rotten and thankful for what she had. As long as she was thankful and happy, the parents gave her whatever she wanted.
Her parents put her into her mind that she could get anything that she wanted, and that caused her to get her whatever she wanted…using her parents credit card. She used up so much money that caused her parents to scold and send her to be disciplined at the Pai Zhuq to learn self control. And so the 13-year-old Dani flew to the temple, and loved it.
It turns out she was great at self-defense and when her parents told her she could come home, she didn’t want to. She was perfectly happy and she made friends there: actual friends who didn’t pretend to like her because of her rich background. She excelled in the training courses so well that she was invited to join a privileged team that saves the world: The Power Rangers. Dani was reluctant at first, thinking that she didn’t deserve the honor, but after a bit of persuasion she joined the team and is now the Pink Power Ranger.
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~ the r a n g e r !
[/size]Color: Pink
Spirit Animal: Ocelot
Secondary Animal: Squirrel Monkey, Cockatoo
Morpher: Ocelot Morpher
Weapon(s): Ocelot Razor Fan, Jungle Claws
Vehicle(s): Motorcycle
Zord(s): Ocelot Zord, Squirrel Monkey Zord, Cockatoo Zord
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~ the p l a y e r !
[/size]Name: Riah
Age: 20
Gender: Female
How Did You Find Us? Caution
Roleplay Sample:
Something was up. Diana’s head perked up towards the ceiling of her apartment as if she was listening to something…or someone. The feeling was familiar; it felt like a connection was being rebuilt in her mind with someone, but Diana brushed it off as nothing. She didn’t want to get her hopes up once again. Too many times she imagined the connection like today. Too many times she’s been disappointed that it was only her imagination fooling her. She wouldn’t fall for it again today. No, she wouldn’t give in this time.
She forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Today was her day off, if that was such a thing for superheroes like herself. She had boxes to unpack and Cassie forced her to into resting today, and she listened. The young girl thought that she needed physical healing like mortals do, which she didn’t. She did need to relax her mind at least, and that was why she obliged to listen. Diana learned later on in life, though that resting her mind was much more difficult then resting the body. So many worries, troubles, and regrets swam in the depths of her innermost thoughts, especially with what’s been happening and what had happened 8 months ago.
Diana was not relaxed mentally, anyone with eyes could see that. She lost a very important part of her more than half a year ago: her sister Donna. But in a way, she felt more than a sister. She felt like Donna was a huge part of her. She was her breath, her soul, her essence, and when she died, Diana felt like she lost all of that. In a way, she died too. Her performance slowed down considerably: she was still able to fight and defend, but not as precise as before. Her strength never left her body, yet her spirit and being was gone along with her beloved sister.
She looked at the boxes before her with disdain, not wanting to unpack, but she had to. She needed her mind to focus on this task, anything really instead of letting it wander into other less pleasant thoughts. She ripped the taped openings off with ease and started pouring out the clothes, shoes, accessories and other objects she’s accumulated over the years. Some of them were even priceless items from home like the Horn of Cyana, the enchanted unicorn. Another was Aphrodite’s very own girdle. Diana didn’t think she would ever use such an item anytime, but it was very beautiful to behold.
Just then the same buzz went off in her mind and Diana immediately looked towards the window. This wasn’t the soft connections like before, this one was strong and it’s pull was greater. She was calling her, wasn’t she? But she couldn’t. She was dead. Diana saw to the burial herself. There was only one way to find out. Diana flew out of the 4th floor window and followed the pull into Downtown Gotham. She landed in a secluded spot in an alleyway between a coffee shop and a pizzeria to avoid any unwanted attention. She allowed the connection to pull her in the direction of the coffee shop and directly in the path of her.
Diana froze in place and just stared. Was it her? Could it be her? She could hardly breathe and couldn’t stop staring at the girl who closely resembled her. The connection didn’t lie to her, though because it was forcing her to go on, but she wouldn’t move. She just stood frozen and continued staring at the familiar face sitting down. Surely she would feel her presence here too, wouldn’t she? She was a little ways away from her, but the words left her lips and she knew she would hear her. “Donna.”
She forced herself to focus on the task at hand. Today was her day off, if that was such a thing for superheroes like herself. She had boxes to unpack and Cassie forced her to into resting today, and she listened. The young girl thought that she needed physical healing like mortals do, which she didn’t. She did need to relax her mind at least, and that was why she obliged to listen. Diana learned later on in life, though that resting her mind was much more difficult then resting the body. So many worries, troubles, and regrets swam in the depths of her innermost thoughts, especially with what’s been happening and what had happened 8 months ago.
Diana was not relaxed mentally, anyone with eyes could see that. She lost a very important part of her more than half a year ago: her sister Donna. But in a way, she felt more than a sister. She felt like Donna was a huge part of her. She was her breath, her soul, her essence, and when she died, Diana felt like she lost all of that. In a way, she died too. Her performance slowed down considerably: she was still able to fight and defend, but not as precise as before. Her strength never left her body, yet her spirit and being was gone along with her beloved sister.
She looked at the boxes before her with disdain, not wanting to unpack, but she had to. She needed her mind to focus on this task, anything really instead of letting it wander into other less pleasant thoughts. She ripped the taped openings off with ease and started pouring out the clothes, shoes, accessories and other objects she’s accumulated over the years. Some of them were even priceless items from home like the Horn of Cyana, the enchanted unicorn. Another was Aphrodite’s very own girdle. Diana didn’t think she would ever use such an item anytime, but it was very beautiful to behold.
Just then the same buzz went off in her mind and Diana immediately looked towards the window. This wasn’t the soft connections like before, this one was strong and it’s pull was greater. She was calling her, wasn’t she? But she couldn’t. She was dead. Diana saw to the burial herself. There was only one way to find out. Diana flew out of the 4th floor window and followed the pull into Downtown Gotham. She landed in a secluded spot in an alleyway between a coffee shop and a pizzeria to avoid any unwanted attention. She allowed the connection to pull her in the direction of the coffee shop and directly in the path of her.
Diana froze in place and just stared. Was it her? Could it be her? She could hardly breathe and couldn’t stop staring at the girl who closely resembled her. The connection didn’t lie to her, though because it was forcing her to go on, but she wouldn’t move. She just stood frozen and continued staring at the familiar face sitting down. Surely she would feel her presence here too, wouldn’t she? She was a little ways away from her, but the words left her lips and she knew she would hear her. “Donna.”
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