Name: Deirdre Rose Damorte
Age: Seventeen
Personality: Since Deirdre was twelve she has always been rather bitter, quiet, not always pleasant to be around, she used to almost always be smiling and laughing, but after her first breakup she became almost completely different, she still teases people and likes to cause trouble, however she is not at all happy, Dei likes to be on her own a lot, and doesn't like many people. She is a girl who has been lied to far too many times, she doesn't believe in love and when she hears the words 'I love you' she just thinks of them as a lie, she's always seemed mean to others who never knew her and that was because they never knew she was any different than she is now, her name's meaning suits her just fine, 'Mourning', 'Sorrow', 'Broken-hearted', it was almost as if her parents already knew what she would be like, beneath the 'I Don't Care' that she has come to use like a shield she is actually a really nice person if you look closely, she's just a sad girl whom wishes that her life could have turned out far differently and had her Child-Like Fantasy of Love shattered.
Gender: Female
Role: Necromancer
Appearance: Deirdre stands at five foot two and a half, she has long black hair that falls half-way down her back, it is naturally wavy, she is slender and in good shape because she hates to just sit still, she has emerald green eyes and has pale skin, she always has her nails painted black, and wears black eyeliner and dark eye-shadow. Her normal outfits consist of black jeans, t-shirts, tank tops and Converses, however she is occasionally found in a corset top.
Bio: Eleven year old Deirdre snickered, pouring ice water down the back of her brother, Johnny Damorte's t-shirt.
"Deirdre, you little -" He yelped, and jumped up, chasing after his sister. Dei laughed, running toward the pool, "You can't get even like that if I'm already drenched!" She called, snickering. Mid-leap Johnny grabbed his sister and then tipped forward, falling into the pool, once she squirmed out of his grasp she laughed evilly. "Haha." She beamed and her brother just gave her a death glare.
Don't try to fix me. I'm not broken.
Twelve year old Deirdre Damorte bit her lip, and then glared down at the guy in front of her, his shaggy blond hair falling in his eyes. "Sorry, Dei. Just how it is." He grinned up at her.
Deirdre, snatched up a history book from his desk. That little lying bastard... She thought, bringing the book down on his head. "Fuck you." Was all she said, when he yelped and grabbed her arm. "You're out of your -" He broke off when she kicked him in the leg and pulled out of his grip and half ran out of his room.
As she walked home she took a deep breath, shaking her head. She should've never listened to his lies. She shouldn't have done anything with him. She should have known better. Deirdre told herself she would never cry because of him, and she would make sure she never did.
Dei bit her lip, shaking her head quickly again and threw the door of her home open to see her brother Johnny looking at her curiously, television remote in hand. "Deirdre, what's wrong?" He asked, there were no tears but he could see in her face that there was something wrong, Johnny knew her better than anyone. "Nothing." She lied, easily, Deirdre knew her voice sounded all wrong, dead almost.
"Liar." Johnny said, leaping up, running his fingers through his spiky black hair and turning curious brown eyes on her. "I'm fine, Johnny." Dei said softly, touching her brother's shoulder as she passed.
You're love is a lie.
A sixteen year old Deirdre felt her heart shatter. The only boy after her first that she actually really cared about.
"Dei...?" Brendan asked, nervously touching her arm and biting his lip when she flinched away from his touch like he shocked her or something.
"I was wrong...Very wrong." Deirdre turned her back to him. "Everyone I get close to like this lies. I wish you weren't like them." She felt overwhelmed by the feeling of betrayal - He had hurt her, the other's she had been upset by - but this actually hurt. Why on earth would Brendan cheat on her - probably to just use her like all the others. Get what they want and then leave. He was probably upset she didn't want to just jump on his lap or whatever. Whatever. She thought, trying not to focus on him too much. He never loved you. Forget about him. "Dei, I'm sorry, if you'll just -" Brendan tried to finish his sentence but was silenced when she gave him a shove to the chest. "Go away, Brendan." She took in his appearance, his messy dark hair and brown eyes, he was wearing a black Element hoodie and other than that, what he normally wore. Deirdre realized that after this she would never want to see him again, and if she could..Never would see him again. "I'm sick of shitty boyfriends, Brendan..." She shook her head again, getting a feeling of Deja Vu, walked away from him.
Deirdre tapped on her brother's door when she got home, brushing tears from her pale cheeks.
Johnny opened the door, all it took was one look at her. "Who did what?" He demanded not saying anything when she shook her head at him and then wrapped her slender arms around him, tears falling again. Johnny felt like he wanted to rip some one's head off. Whoever did what to her was already dead in his mind. "Dei, what happened?" He asked after a second. "No, no...Just, don't hurt him." Deirdre already knew that Johnny would want to hurt Brendan, however hurt and angry she was at him, she didn't want Johnny to go beat the shit out of him. "So it is a he..." Johnny cocked his head to the side, already running through the possibilities. "Johnny..." She warned. "Right, I'm sorry." Her brother apologized.
"Johnny, put you're clothes back on!"
It was just you're average day in the Damorte house-hold when Seventeen year-old Johnny decided it was just a little too boring for him.
"Johnny, put you're clothes back on!" Deirdre shouted at her older brother. Johnny rolled his eyes, as she took in his appearance - he was wearing a short Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt, which showed Dei's belly-button when she wore it, making it so that you could see a good deal of his muscular body, the shirt was way too tight on him also. But wait. That wasn't all, he was wearing her red mini-skirt and a pair of her Gothic-style boots. "I so wouldn't have worn that all together..." Deirdre raised an eyebrow, "Are you wearing my earrings?"
Johnny snickered, "Yup..." He strode down the remaining stairs and grinned at her. "You need some fun. So I say, let's go shopping, little sis!" He picked her up and spun her in a circle. "Only if you put you're clothes back on..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...That's boring, I'm going like this." He set her down and started dragging her out the door.
"Oh, good lord..." Johnny and Dei's mother said, shaking her head at her son. "It's bad enough my daughter sometimes dresses like this, but now my son? What next?"
Johnny grinned at his Mom and walked over, hugging her. "Chill, mom." He winked. "Besides, my outfit is badass."
"Maybe I'm the one
Who is...
Who is the schizophrenic psycho
You're the one
You're the one
Who is...
The schizophrenic psycho."
Deirdre glanced around the cemetery, her ink black hair blowing in the wind and her emerald green eyes scanning the area, "You're sure no one is here?" She asked Kristoff who was leaning against a tree, his bleached white hair sticking up in random directions from not brushing it before he left.
"Positive." He told her, smiling.
Deirdre sighed, the cemetery looked particularly creepy with the fog, wooden fences, large trees and yes...The many, many, many tomb stones. The places was incredibly old and made her feel like an unwelcome visitor. Like someone was staring at her. Or more like glaring.
Kristoff stood up and moved away from the willow tree, he stood in front of her and tilted his head, the goth boy had just turned eighteen. Deirdre thought he was possibly a good choice to date, but she wasn't quite sure.
Deirdre stepped forward and felt Kristoff slip his arms around her waist. She felt a little awkward but ignored the feeling.
After a few minutes the two had started kissing, Deirdre playing with the ends of his rather Emo-like hair. Kristoff seemed a lot more into than she was, but she couldn't really say anything because she didn't mind very much.
"Stop making out with your boyfriend on some one's grave! Don't you have any respect!" Hissed an old woman.
Deirdre jerked away from Kristoff and gasped, her eyes wide, "What the -" She broke off and spun around trying to find the source of the voice.
"What - Deirdre -" Kristoff began to say but Deirdre silenced him. She figured it was just some stupid kids trying to mess with them, but still.
"Necromancer!" She heard and turned her head.
"Necromancer?" Deirdre heard a young boy say.
Deirdre felt over-whelmed by all the voices she was hearing.
Kristoff stomped over to her, "Deirdre, what the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her a bit, just now looking at Kristoff she noticed he looked rather frightened.
Deirdre was about to say something when she saw a young boy - probably about her cousin Christopher's age - standing behind Kristoff. Her mouth fell open as she stared at him, he had appeared out of nowhere. Literally. "Kristoff -" She couldn't finish what she was about to say because the little boy started crying. Couldn't Kristoff hear and see him?
She jerked away, looking at the child over his shoulder.
"Please help me..." Tears streaked his cheeks, and when he turned his head that's when Deirdre saw the gunshot wound on the back of his head.
Deirdre stumbled back a step, she heard Kristoffer yelling at her, but keeping his distance. He looked seriously freaked out.
"Wha - What's..." Deirdre knew her eyes must be huge. What's wrong with you?! She thought.
"Come on you little fucking Necro! Help us!" A huge man appeared behind the child and pushed him, the child disappeared directly after.
Deirdre stepped back, gasping.
"Deirdre!" Kristoff yelled, backing away from her, he had his cell phone out, talking to someone on the other line, but she paid no attention to him.
"Go away!" Deirdre replied to the man, still backing away.
"Don't you think you can just walk away!" The man kept coming toward her, and Deirdre almost fell into a tomb stone.
"Kristoff! Can't you see -" She broke off as the man appeared right in front of her.
Later that night Deirdre was sitting on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest as she stared at the wall, she felt like a psycho.
Diagnosed with: Schizophrenia.
Age: Seventeen
Personality: Since Deirdre was twelve she has always been rather bitter, quiet, not always pleasant to be around, she used to almost always be smiling and laughing, but after her first breakup she became almost completely different, she still teases people and likes to cause trouble, however she is not at all happy, Dei likes to be on her own a lot, and doesn't like many people. She is a girl who has been lied to far too many times, she doesn't believe in love and when she hears the words 'I love you' she just thinks of them as a lie, she's always seemed mean to others who never knew her and that was because they never knew she was any different than she is now, her name's meaning suits her just fine, 'Mourning', 'Sorrow', 'Broken-hearted', it was almost as if her parents already knew what she would be like, beneath the 'I Don't Care' that she has come to use like a shield she is actually a really nice person if you look closely, she's just a sad girl whom wishes that her life could have turned out far differently and had her Child-Like Fantasy of Love shattered.
Gender: Female
Role: Necromancer
Appearance: Deirdre stands at five foot two and a half, she has long black hair that falls half-way down her back, it is naturally wavy, she is slender and in good shape because she hates to just sit still, she has emerald green eyes and has pale skin, she always has her nails painted black, and wears black eyeliner and dark eye-shadow. Her normal outfits consist of black jeans, t-shirts, tank tops and Converses, however she is occasionally found in a corset top.
Bio: Eleven year old Deirdre snickered, pouring ice water down the back of her brother, Johnny Damorte's t-shirt.
"Deirdre, you little -" He yelped, and jumped up, chasing after his sister. Dei laughed, running toward the pool, "You can't get even like that if I'm already drenched!" She called, snickering. Mid-leap Johnny grabbed his sister and then tipped forward, falling into the pool, once she squirmed out of his grasp she laughed evilly. "Haha." She beamed and her brother just gave her a death glare.
Don't try to fix me. I'm not broken.
Twelve year old Deirdre Damorte bit her lip, and then glared down at the guy in front of her, his shaggy blond hair falling in his eyes. "Sorry, Dei. Just how it is." He grinned up at her.
Deirdre, snatched up a history book from his desk. That little lying bastard... She thought, bringing the book down on his head. "Fuck you." Was all she said, when he yelped and grabbed her arm. "You're out of your -" He broke off when she kicked him in the leg and pulled out of his grip and half ran out of his room.
As she walked home she took a deep breath, shaking her head. She should've never listened to his lies. She shouldn't have done anything with him. She should have known better. Deirdre told herself she would never cry because of him, and she would make sure she never did.
Dei bit her lip, shaking her head quickly again and threw the door of her home open to see her brother Johnny looking at her curiously, television remote in hand. "Deirdre, what's wrong?" He asked, there were no tears but he could see in her face that there was something wrong, Johnny knew her better than anyone. "Nothing." She lied, easily, Deirdre knew her voice sounded all wrong, dead almost.
"Liar." Johnny said, leaping up, running his fingers through his spiky black hair and turning curious brown eyes on her. "I'm fine, Johnny." Dei said softly, touching her brother's shoulder as she passed.
You're love is a lie.
A sixteen year old Deirdre felt her heart shatter. The only boy after her first that she actually really cared about.
"Dei...?" Brendan asked, nervously touching her arm and biting his lip when she flinched away from his touch like he shocked her or something.
"I was wrong...Very wrong." Deirdre turned her back to him. "Everyone I get close to like this lies. I wish you weren't like them." She felt overwhelmed by the feeling of betrayal - He had hurt her, the other's she had been upset by - but this actually hurt. Why on earth would Brendan cheat on her - probably to just use her like all the others. Get what they want and then leave. He was probably upset she didn't want to just jump on his lap or whatever. Whatever. She thought, trying not to focus on him too much. He never loved you. Forget about him. "Dei, I'm sorry, if you'll just -" Brendan tried to finish his sentence but was silenced when she gave him a shove to the chest. "Go away, Brendan." She took in his appearance, his messy dark hair and brown eyes, he was wearing a black Element hoodie and other than that, what he normally wore. Deirdre realized that after this she would never want to see him again, and if she could..Never would see him again. "I'm sick of shitty boyfriends, Brendan..." She shook her head again, getting a feeling of Deja Vu, walked away from him.
Deirdre tapped on her brother's door when she got home, brushing tears from her pale cheeks.
Johnny opened the door, all it took was one look at her. "Who did what?" He demanded not saying anything when she shook her head at him and then wrapped her slender arms around him, tears falling again. Johnny felt like he wanted to rip some one's head off. Whoever did what to her was already dead in his mind. "Dei, what happened?" He asked after a second. "No, no...Just, don't hurt him." Deirdre already knew that Johnny would want to hurt Brendan, however hurt and angry she was at him, she didn't want Johnny to go beat the shit out of him. "So it is a he..." Johnny cocked his head to the side, already running through the possibilities. "Johnny..." She warned. "Right, I'm sorry." Her brother apologized.
"Johnny, put you're clothes back on!"
It was just you're average day in the Damorte house-hold when Seventeen year-old Johnny decided it was just a little too boring for him.
"Johnny, put you're clothes back on!" Deirdre shouted at her older brother. Johnny rolled his eyes, as she took in his appearance - he was wearing a short Avenged Sevenfold T-shirt, which showed Dei's belly-button when she wore it, making it so that you could see a good deal of his muscular body, the shirt was way too tight on him also. But wait. That wasn't all, he was wearing her red mini-skirt and a pair of her Gothic-style boots. "I so wouldn't have worn that all together..." Deirdre raised an eyebrow, "Are you wearing my earrings?"
Johnny snickered, "Yup..." He strode down the remaining stairs and grinned at her. "You need some fun. So I say, let's go shopping, little sis!" He picked her up and spun her in a circle. "Only if you put you're clothes back on..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...That's boring, I'm going like this." He set her down and started dragging her out the door.
"Oh, good lord..." Johnny and Dei's mother said, shaking her head at her son. "It's bad enough my daughter sometimes dresses like this, but now my son? What next?"
Johnny grinned at his Mom and walked over, hugging her. "Chill, mom." He winked. "Besides, my outfit is badass."
"Maybe I'm the one
Who is...
Who is the schizophrenic psycho
You're the one
You're the one
Who is...
The schizophrenic psycho."
Deirdre glanced around the cemetery, her ink black hair blowing in the wind and her emerald green eyes scanning the area, "You're sure no one is here?" She asked Kristoff who was leaning against a tree, his bleached white hair sticking up in random directions from not brushing it before he left.
"Positive." He told her, smiling.
Deirdre sighed, the cemetery looked particularly creepy with the fog, wooden fences, large trees and yes...The many, many, many tomb stones. The places was incredibly old and made her feel like an unwelcome visitor. Like someone was staring at her. Or more like glaring.
Kristoff stood up and moved away from the willow tree, he stood in front of her and tilted his head, the goth boy had just turned eighteen. Deirdre thought he was possibly a good choice to date, but she wasn't quite sure.
Deirdre stepped forward and felt Kristoff slip his arms around her waist. She felt a little awkward but ignored the feeling.
After a few minutes the two had started kissing, Deirdre playing with the ends of his rather Emo-like hair. Kristoff seemed a lot more into than she was, but she couldn't really say anything because she didn't mind very much.
"Stop making out with your boyfriend on some one's grave! Don't you have any respect!" Hissed an old woman.
Deirdre jerked away from Kristoff and gasped, her eyes wide, "What the -" She broke off and spun around trying to find the source of the voice.
"What - Deirdre -" Kristoff began to say but Deirdre silenced him. She figured it was just some stupid kids trying to mess with them, but still.
"Necromancer!" She heard and turned her head.
"Necromancer?" Deirdre heard a young boy say.
Deirdre felt over-whelmed by all the voices she was hearing.
Kristoff stomped over to her, "Deirdre, what the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her a bit, just now looking at Kristoff she noticed he looked rather frightened.
Deirdre was about to say something when she saw a young boy - probably about her cousin Christopher's age - standing behind Kristoff. Her mouth fell open as she stared at him, he had appeared out of nowhere. Literally. "Kristoff -" She couldn't finish what she was about to say because the little boy started crying. Couldn't Kristoff hear and see him?
She jerked away, looking at the child over his shoulder.
"Please help me..." Tears streaked his cheeks, and when he turned his head that's when Deirdre saw the gunshot wound on the back of his head.
Deirdre stumbled back a step, she heard Kristoffer yelling at her, but keeping his distance. He looked seriously freaked out.
"Wha - What's..." Deirdre knew her eyes must be huge. What's wrong with you?! She thought.
"Come on you little fucking Necro! Help us!" A huge man appeared behind the child and pushed him, the child disappeared directly after.
Deirdre stepped back, gasping.
"Deirdre!" Kristoff yelled, backing away from her, he had his cell phone out, talking to someone on the other line, but she paid no attention to him.
"Go away!" Deirdre replied to the man, still backing away.
"Don't you think you can just walk away!" The man kept coming toward her, and Deirdre almost fell into a tomb stone.
"Kristoff! Can't you see -" She broke off as the man appeared right in front of her.
Later that night Deirdre was sitting on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest as she stared at the wall, she felt like a psycho.
Diagnosed with: Schizophrenia.