Role
Dead 4
Gender
Female
Age
17
Personality
Taryn has always had to live with two different personalities, which contradict each other so much that she has her own name, Tahni.
Taryn is a sweet and kind loving girl that wants nothing more than to be someoneâs true friend. She during school, she never cared about who she talked to; wanting to know everyone and everything, whether or not they wanted to be talked to or not. She is extremely curious about life and everything around her in her life. She is also slow to anger, but on the flip side, easily frustrated or disappointed with others.
Her only friend that Taryn can call her âbest and trueâ friend was Caprice, who was her brother, Remusâs, girlfriend. She and Caprice did everything together, causing Remus to at times tease them about being sisters, though he ignored the jeers they said to him about if that was true, then it would be incest.
Many of Capriceâs âfriendsâ were dumb and shallow, though Taryn accepted them with open arms as well, enjoying her time spent with them. But she knew that Caprice wasnât happy with them. They spread rumors around about things she has never done, slowly eating away at her best friendâs confidence.
One the other hand, her other persona, Tahni, is the exact opposite of others. When she is present, the atmosphere immediately changes. Unlike Taryn, Tahni can professionally talk down to a person, effectively making them feel like useless and pathetic. Her words are sharp and to the point, not caring if the personâs feelings are hurt by what she had said. Where Taryn is slow to anger, Tahni takes every witty comment towards her as a threat to fight and seems to continuously blow her temper.
Unfortunately, Taryn has no recollection of her other self and is constantly confused and bewildered by the countless marks and bruises she receives from Tahniâs fights. But Tahni, knowing full well that the âuseless and idioticâ Taryn doesnât know of her presence, takes full advantage of this.
Now that both Taryn and Tahni have experienced the horrors and the wonders of the after life, their personalities have changed, some for the better, as well as for the worst.
She hated the after life, what she could remember of it. She would wake up alone, in a different place, a different day, yet she did not know how or why. This confused her greatly and her dislike, her hatred for the after life, the life of a ghost, grew tenfold. Taryn didnât bode well with other ghosts. She was worried about Caprice. Her brother was out there, and worst than that, he had tried to kill her. During her stay in the after life, Taryn grew, mentally wise. She began to understand that not everything could be sugarcoated, said sweetly in a way that made the horrors and bad things vanish. She also got stronger. After life was not a peaceful world and she learned first hand what do to when someone attacked her, though it seemed as if her body knew exactly what to do, just not her mind.
While Taryn grew wiser about the ways of the world, Tahni stood by, quietly for the most part, and took notes on how the people acted and perfected her technique on how to effectively disarm a human, or ghost, in a matter of seconds. As time passed, she became active again, growing more and more dangerous and vile, waiting for the day when she could meet her âbrotherâ, and prepared to kill him, again, without a second thought.
But protecting Caprice came first, and that was the one thing they could agree on.
Appearance
Long and silky chestnut hair cascades down Tarynâs back, coming to a graceful stop at her waist. Shorter wisps of hair abruptly halt at her shoulders, some framing her smooth face. Soft, auburn eyes are hidden behind stylish glasses, a slight tint of pink held in the glass.
Taryn reaches 5â7 in stature, a good four inches taller than her previous self. Her body is almost sickly thin, despite the amounts of food and calories she stuffs into her mouth on an hourly basis. Though she is 17 years old, her chest size is nothing to boast about at her age, yet it fits the rest of her body perfectly, causing her slim body to look almost boy-ish. Her stomach is toned to show little muscle and little fat; it being nearly as flat at the rest of her abdomen. Her waist is barely wider, giving her a bit of shape to her body, before thinning out into her legs. While her arms are long and bony toothpick-like appendages, her legs are lengthy limbs that are packed with pure muscle, her calves bulging out of her slender legs.
She usually dresses in a slightly girly attire, consisting of a long sleeved white shirt; the cuffs rolled and dyed red, her favorite color, or blue and sometimes even greens. Atop her white dress shirt she places a stylish vest and a tie around her neck. Around her virtually non-existent waist normally holds a simple feminine skirt, with ruffles down the sides, causing it to flare out. Instead of wearing socks, Taryn likes to wear thigh high stockings in one of her three favorite colors, with short black ankle boots to match her attire. Her glasses are always at their place on the bridge of her nose, the tint of the glass depending on her mood and what she is wearing.
Long and choppy chestnut brown hair hangs punkishly down in pigtails held by large black and yellow stripped bows. Her bangs fall annoyingly into her face, obstructing her view, effectively angering her to no end. Her eyes are shaded by yellow shaded glasses, her eye color turning a misleading green.
Tahni reaches 5â7 in height, luckily a wonderful four inches taller than her previous self. Her body is almost sickly thin, and she tries to shove as much food into her small body to fatten it up. Unfortunately, though Tahni is 17, her chest is about as flat and cardboard. Even though, it sadly fits the rest of her body, angering her to the point of the lose of her temper. From many fights and constant working out, of course without Taryn knowing, Tahni has shaped her body to fitness; however, it causes her to look boyish. This also is a sore subject to her. Adding more to her anger of this body, her waist is as shapeless as the rest of her, barely defining that she even has a waist, it swoops out about an inch, showing other that, yes, she is indeed a girl and not some cross dressing male idiot. Trying to make her look less like a gay boy, Tahni spent years toning her legs into long, powerful machines that are a great tool in any fight, be it for running (which is very unlikely for her), or injuring a person via a swift kick to the head. Due to her various fights and work outs, her calf muscles bulge slightly out of her legs, contrasting with her seemingly useless paper thin arms. She is currently working on making them more useful to her.
Fortunately for her and most times unfortunate for Taryn, Tahni is the one who wakes up in the mornings. Hating the way Taryn dresses all âcutesyâ and âlooks moronic 99.9% of the timeâ Tahni takes it upon herself to keep a stash of clothes hidden where Taryn wouldnât find them, and dress herself in her own style, saving her from the confines of girlishness. Instead Tahni dresses in off the shoulder graphic shirts, varying from a picture, to crude and insulting quotes and comments. Happily for her, it does show off what little chest she does happen to have and she takes every opportunity to flaunt it. Most times, her bra color is pink, clashing with the rest of her outfit, yet somehow making it unique. Black shorts cover barely any of her legs, exposing her middle and lower thighs and downward. The one part of Tarynâs outfits she actually can say she approves of is the shoes, though she prefers to wear knee high, black stiletto boots.
Death
It was a not so peaceful day at their house. Her best friend had taken her closest cousin, and had gotten him killed. Of course Dani knew that this was not intentional, but she still felt betrayed. She knew that Remi was worst off. They had had a fight not too long before she drove off with Connor, and she had broken up with him. Now she could see the logic in that. Donât call your girlfriend a shallow bitch, when of course, sheâs feeling like crap and knows that she is acting one. It does not go well.
On this not-so-peaceful day, Dani was cooking, for their mother had not returned home once again, and had an array of house items splayed all over the counter. She was currently stirring the pasta, and checking on the stir fry when Remi walked out of the room, his face distraught and dark.
âRemi, where are you going?â she asked him in a worried voice, clutching the fork in her hand, and turning to look at him clearly.
When he told her that he was going to Capriceâs house to get his revenge she let out a small shout and ran up to him, her hands, still clutching the fork, pressed up against his chest, shaking her head frantically.
[i] âRemiâŠplease donât do that. I loved Connor too. I feel horrible for what she did. But you will not get revenge on her. Please donât Remi. As your sister, not as her friend, I am asked, no begging youâŠdonât do this.â She pleading with him, hoping she could open his eyes and talk him out of this.
Instead he shoved her back, a glint in his eyes she had never seen before. It scared her. It angered her, something that she was against, anger. He was angering her. She needed to stop this.
âRemi stop being a child. She killed him. Your revenge can be letting her suffer in her guilt. Youâve done enough. Leave Caprice alone, she didnât mean any harm and youâre doing nothing to help her!â she shouted at him and glared up at him, a pout on her face.
With an even harder shove, he knocked her to the floor, her head just missing the hard tile floor by the kitchen area. A dull pain blossomed at the contact point and spread to the base of her neck, rendering her immobile. She heard him shout at what a horrible person she was, defending her friend. Not caring enough about Connor to want revenge. Pay back for what she did to their family. Dani wanted to respond, yet her lips wouldnât move. Her vision was going black. Her head couldnât have caused that, it was the wood she fell on, not tile.
That was the last thing Dani remembers of her life alive, under her name Dani. The last memory of being human; however, Dev remember much more.
She got up off the floor, glaring menacingly at Remus, her eyes narrowed and darker.
âWhat the fuck is your problem? Do I need toâŠshove you back you prick?â to prove her point, with a powerful shove she sent him stumbling away from her and she quickly stooped downward to grab the fork Dani had dropped, pointing it at him.
âDevaki,â Remus snarled at her, causing a laugh to slip out of her mouth, the corners of her lips tugging into a smile, âGet the hell out of my sister you psychotic bitch!â
Her smile grew, turning innocent, the fork twirling in her hand harmlessly, âWhy Remi, why would I do that?â she snorted, âHer fault for being born into this fucked up family. ThoughâŠyour not much better. If you really loved Dani so much, whyâd you shove her away? Does revenge really change a person? I wonderâŠshould I let you kill Caprice, or do I abide by Daniâs wishes and stop you.â
She thought for a while, a yawn splitting her lips, âDo I stab need to stab this fork through you to prove our point?â Her head tilted slightly, hair covering her left eye, âDonât kill that girl Remus. Fine, she killed your cousin. So she screwed you over. Move the fuck on. Would this dear Connor want you to kill on his behalf?â A pleased grin was plastered on her face, venom pouring from every word she spoke to him.
âGo Ahead, Run me through. How do ya think thatâll make Dani fell hn? Killing her only brother over an âaccidentâ? He smiled wryly and the bored and annoyed expression Dev shot him, âWhy do you care what I do to the backstabbing bitch anyways? She isnât your best friend.â
Devaki just shrugged and smirked at him as she took slow steps toward him, like one would do when approaching a wild animal, until she was looking up at him, internally cursing her height. Take the fork she jabbed it roughly into his chest, her pupils dilating at the sight of blood seeping into his cleaned shirt and let out a small laugh.
âY-your whore!â he gasped, hands clutching his shirt, pressing against the bleeding wounds. She watched as he sank down to the floor, along the edge of the fireplace. Dev debated whether or not to bash his head open now, or torture him.
âYou donât want to knowâŠwhat I plan to do to you if you donât get your ass back in your gay ass room and die there,â The fork took another spin in her hands, âIf you donât, I will gladly end your life here. As long as your motivation is to kill that Caprice girl that is.â She let out a loud cackle, her lips parted in an insane grin as she bent down, standing on the balls of her feet, and twisted the fork back into his chest, applying more pressure and turning it to elicit more pain.
Unexpectedly, she fell back, skidding around the floor as a guitar came in contact with the side of her head. âwaiting for cayleen-
Hex Code
#00FC32
Goal
To protect her best friend from the terrors that await her if Lynx is able to catch her.
Take it off- Ke$ha
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
When the dark
Of the night comes around.
That's the time,
That the animal comes alive.
Looking for
Something wild.
And now we lookin' like pimps
In my gold Trans-Am.
Got a water bottle full of whiskey
In my handbag.
Got my drunk text on
I'll regret it in the mornin'
But tonight
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
Lose your mind.
Lose it now.
Lose your clothes
In the crowd.
We're delirious.
Tear it down
'Til the sun comes back around.
N-now we're getting so smashed.
Knocking over trash cans.
Eurbody breakin' bottles
It's a filthy hot mess.
Gonna get faded
I'm not the designated
Driver so
I don't give a
I don't give a
I don't give a
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
Oh, oh, oh!
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
Oh, Oh, Oh!
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
Right now! TAKE IT OFF! (x3)
Oooh.
Right now! TAKE IT OFF!(x2)
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF!
There's a place downtown,
Where the freaks all come around.
It's a hole in the wall.
It's a dirty free for all.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off.
There's a place I know
If you're looking for a show.
Where they go hardcore
And there's glitter on the floor.
And they turn me on.
When they Take It Off.
When they Take It Off.
Everybody Take It Off
Coming Undone- KoRn
Keep holding on
When my brain's tickin' like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts have come Again to get me
Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along mocking bird
You don't affect me
That's right
Deliverance of my heart
Please strike
Be deliberate
[Chorus]
Wait
I'm coming undone
Unlaced
I'm coming undone
Too late
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate
Wait
I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
One looks so strong
So delicate
Choke choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end
They're out to get me
Since I was young
I've tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun
Does not protect me
That's right
Trigger between my eyes
Please strike
Make it quick now
[Chorus]
I'm trying to hold it together
Head is lighter than a feather
Looks like i'm not getting better
Not getting better
[Chorus]
Original Name
Dani Kaneko
Appearance
Gold eyes reflected from behind clear glasses. Layered, apple green hair was cut to just above her neck, though towards the front it got longer, the ends reaching down to her chin, surrounding her small and childish face.
For a 17 year old, Dani only stood at a âfun sizedâ 5â3, making her a target of jabs such as âShort stackâ, which she laughed along with, a pleased smile on her lips. Her slim body looked healthy and athletic, not once breaking the 110 lbs mark, though she was constantly shoveling food into her mouth before and after each soccer game she played. As well as being short, Daniâs chest was close to not being anything. Though she had little chest to show, she made what she was endowed with work for her and her body type, as boy-ish as her body looked. Her stomach was hard and flat, strong muscles toning her slim body. Other than her chest, Dani was a very curvy girl, her waist was elegant and curvy, pleasing her that she wasnât a total boy figure. Her feminine waist worked its way down to her thick muscle packed legs. Though they were short, they were powerful, due do her soccer playing.
Though she enjoys the tom-boyish outlook of her clothes, most times Dani wears blouses and sundresses, embracing the feminine side of life with happiness. On days such as this, Dani usually is found with her glasses on top of her head, a pair of white shorts around her power packed thighs and slim waist. While her outlook on shirts varies from day to day, Dani mostly places herself in camis or colorful tank tops with a pair of Converse.
Dark gold eyes glint dangerously out of fogged glasses. Uneven green hair ends abruptly above her neck and slants down to her face, the tips framing narrowed eyes and a childish face.
Devaki only stood at an annoying height of 5â3, her temper short circuiting when people made fun of her, a dangerous glint in her eyes, her body tensed for a fight. Her slim bode was healthy looking, yet was riddled with almost broken bones and sprained injuries due to fights. Unlucky for Dev, on top of being abnormally short for her age, she has no chest to exhibit to others, her chest being as flat at a boys, automatically putting her in a bad mood. To accompany her boy-ish figure her stomach is hard and flat, riddled with ripples of muscles, donning a visible 4 pack on her abs. Though her chest was as boyish as one girl could possibly be, while still being a girl, her waist was happily a different story. Suave and very much unlike the unshapely torso she had, her waist was feminine like, but not to the point that she looked too much like some Transgender freak. As her waist gave way to her legs, Dev became happier with the body she owned. Her legs were a slight pain in her ass, being short as hell, though they did fit with her body. What made her thrilled was the power the legs held. They were thick, rounded thighs that slid into slimmer, yet no weaker, shins and even more powerful feet, efficient enough to deliver kicks to opponents she fought.
One thing Devaki hate the most about her other self, is her sense of style. While Dani dresses much girlier, Dev prefers to dress in punk clothing, despising the feminine side of life and going as far to say that âevery woman alive who dresses as such is a slut and should act like oneâ. Devâs outfits consist of a ripped t-shirt, or a graphic tee with deeming quotes towards boys and girls alike, never caring who or what is offended by it. She likes her shirts long, while her shorts much be short, almost to the point of them looking like boy short underwear that were made with denim instead. While she likes Converse, she believes that combat boots, or any boot in general, is her best friend.
I've come alive somehow.