āHappiness is something you have to work at.ā
Gillian Fay Davenport
Nicknames
Gill (Pronounced Jill) or Gigi
Appearance Age
Sixteen
Real Age
130
Role
The Third Davenport Sister
Likes
ā Reading
ā Hot Drinks
ā Swing Dancing
ā Sleeping
ā Ideas
ā Large Crowds (Draws less attention to her)
ā Morning Cartoons
ā Video Games
ā Long Clothing
ā Glasses [She doesn't wear them, but used to wish that she did]
Dislikes
ā Small Groups
ā Dominating Conversations
ā Judgemental Looks
ā Revealing Clothing
ā Anything to do with numbers
ā New People
ā Expectations
ā Sports
ā Blues Dancing
ā Dogs
Appearance
Hair:
Gillian has auburn hair that falls just past her shoulders, and is almost stick straight, with a slight curl at the tips and around her face. The young woman's hair has a slight red-gold shine to it in the sunlight, but otherwise seems to look like a rich shade of brown. There are two streaks of blue in her hair, one on either side, but they are occasionally hidden based upon the styling of the hair. Her bangs are long enough to only slightly count, and are usually pushed back to make them seem nonexistent, fading in with the rest of her hair, which is otherwise unlayered. She usually leaves her hair down, or clips a bit of it out of her face.
Eyes:
Gillian has unchanging, chocolate-brown eyes that are reminiscent of a puppy dog's, almond shaped and of medium size. They have depth to them, and are framed by moderately-thick lashes. If she wears eye-makeup, it is usually a sparse amount and in natural hues.
Body/Build:
She is fairly short, standing at 5'0", although not quite as petite as Adaline is. Her shape is slim but unmuscled, with the exception of her legs, if only from her slight obsession with swing dancing. Unlike her elder sisters, the young woman isn't particularly curvy, although she doesn't have the figure of a twelve year old, either.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Gillian has no tattoos, and her only piercings can be found on her earlobes- meaning nothing incredibly spectacular or eyecatching can be found in the way of ink or piercings on her body. She does have a small scar, just hidden by her hair on the edge of her forehead, from where she was attacked by a dog [Leading to a fear of them].
Supernatural Abilities
Gillian has a strange ability of being able to communicate not with animals, or even insects, but with forces of nature- whether they be living things such as plants, or substances considered inorganic, such as water. When she was younger, the girl would walk about talking to herself, or at least appearing to, in a way that would worry those who were not of her family, or of any sort of supernatural descent. In truth, she would be speaking to the wind, the trees, etc. Animals and instincts, however, are out of her reach when it comes to communication, and honestly this is probably for the best, because certain species frighten her.
Another ability of hers is one which almost encourages her to escape things, for she is able to project her astral form into certain forms of media- written works and paintings/photographs, to be exact. While relatively new innovations, such as video, is outside of her grasp, Gillian can put her mental self into a book, and act as though she belongs in the setting, though this is never actually the case. What she does in the books have no influence over any other printing of the novel, and the same applies to artwork, but it will shift the contents of the specific piece itself (which is why she never goes into original pieces). When using this ability, the girl's physical body is left where she last was, in state that is similar to sleeping, but it remains awake to some extent. In this form, she is easily manipulated, though, because, similar to a sleepwalker, she reacts immediately to commands. Due to this, when using her power, the girl tends to make sure that she is among trusted people, or alone in a safe area. [She has never tried bringing in someone else, but assumes that it will fail, or fears consequences if it does succeed]
Personality
Although she may not be as sweet as Jerrica, as intelligent as Darcy, or as independent as Adaline, Gillian has always been the sort of person who is capable of controlling her own emotions masterfully- to the point where even her own family may not always know how she is feeling. The girl has always believed that happiness is not a right, but something that one must work towards, and her actions tend to represent this belief. She does try her best to be cheerful and pleasant, always striving to be as kind as she thinks she should be, or as happy as she knows people expect her to be based simply on her family, the young woman is cowardly, to an extent, and will often escape the pressure of life as a Davenport, to find solace in a book, or in dancing. When she is genuinely happy, the young woman seems to radiate with an energy abnormal to her. Usually, however, she is pleased to at least be content, although even this can be impossible at times. Of the members of her family, Gillian is perhaps one of those who seems to hold the least amount of willpower, for she would prefer to simply escape into the contents of a fantasy world than suffer the pains that life, especially as a being who is older than the majority of her peers, may present.
Disliking those qualities in herself, the cowardice and frequent desire to escape, Gillian only pushes herself harder and further, often being the sort to spread herself too thin. It raises the question of how she can ever expect to help others, if it takes a good amount of her energy to keep her own spirits high. Still, she grows from her own criticism, and even as she berates herself for giving in to the temptation of shutting herself in her room to project herself into a different world, the young woman is forming a new resolve to better herself. With all this work she does, letting herself down and then deciding to do better, trying, making progress, and then letting herself down again, although to a slightly lesser extent, the young woman doesn't tend to have to go to things like parties, unless she has confidence that she can disappear in them, or is forced to attend. She isn't naturally very adventerous, as well, although tends to find some courage when in a book, a piece of artwork, or when her identity is hidden.
History
One half of the middle child unit, Gillian has suffered a bit of 'Middle Child' syndrome throughout the years, feeling herself inferior to her sisters, and therefore prefering to engage herself in things that they have less of an interest in. She attended school for a period of time, as the rest did, and received her Masters in literature, with a bachelors in French, but has never really pursued academics as far as Darcy has. She is reasonably kind, but has never been quite as tender or loving as her elder sister, for the motherly instinct seems absent in the third Davenport child. She has never been quite as independent as Adaline appears to be, either, generally being more weak-willed than the rest of her family in some matters. Still, she has spent her entire life searching for something that she exceeds in, that can belong to her without worrying about it being overshadowed by her incredibly talented sisters. In the thirties, on a trip to America, she discovered 'Swing Dancing', and this has almost become that thing which she searched for- she is rather addicted to it, and it is one of those places in which she can find some courage, as swing dancing is intended to be an improvised style of dance. The only times in which she is the sort to sneak out are usually related to that style of dance, though she sits out during the blues dancing songs, as that style of dance is far too intimate for her. Still, a style of dance is not a feature, and so the young woman continued to search for something which could be hers. Thus inspired the cycle of improvement and failures that seems to dominate her life and her psyche, mostly hidden behind a smile (at least during the failure sections). She has never been in a scandal, and has never really been close to falling, despite all of her self doubts. She continues to search for something special, and is often taking scattered amounts of lessons, though she usually quits when she finds that they don't click.
Iris- The Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
The Writer-Ellie Goulding
You wait for a silence, I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame, girl unobserved
You change your position and you are changing me
Casting these shadows where they shouldn't be
We're interrupted by the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what's already begun
You're just a body, I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you're wearing thin
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me
Sat on your sofa, it's all broken springs
This isn't the place for those violin strings
I try out a smile and I aim it at you
You must have missed it, you always do
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me