Dahlia is 17 years old and only 4’11. She’s got an average build, and lighter skin. Her eyes are grassy green, and her hair is dark and naturally messy. She has a cute little smile, but it’s rarely seen because her expression is almost always panicked.
She normally dresses in green, and she wears dark red lipstick as well as black eyeliner regularly.
Demonic Appearance: The first thing to change is her eyes. The whites of her eyes will become clear as glass and the pupils as shiny as marbles. Her skin will harden slowly until it has a wooden quality, and all of her joints will become disconnected as her transformation continues. Eventually she becomes a true puppet, and then her demon, the puppet master, will control her and use her as he likes.
Dahlia has often been referred to a parakeet due to her nature to flutter around restlessly at the slightest stimulation. She’s extremely anxious, and regularly carries a paper bag with her in case she has one of her panic attacks. She frets over small details often, and tends to obsessive compulsively fixate on insignificant things (such as one shoelace being slightly longer than the other).
She tends to be very shy, and when she talks she often speaks too quickly. She has a large heart, however, and tries her hardest to make other people proud of her.
Her parents loved her very much, but she was a difficult kid. Not because she tried to be, but simply because as a baby she wouldn’t stop crying, and as a child she started having myoclonic seizures (small, jerky movements and twitches). Doctors tested her over and over again, but found no signs of epilepsy or other seizure-related disorders. As her anxiety developed, she was referred to psychiatrists who concluded that it was her body’s way of dealing with stress.
She learned the truth, however, when she was sixteen and the dreams started. She would hear a sneering voice tell her to dance, or jump, or kill. She’d always obey, her body moving of its own accord. Sometimes she’d see the shadow of a jester-like figure, but it would disappear quickly. When awake she’d try to ignore the dreams, but that all changed when the voice started speaking to her when she was awake. She immediately thought she was schizophrenic, and she didn’t realize the truth until her first transformation.
Feeling like her parents would welcome the idea to be rid of their problem child, and terrified more of the idea of death than of the voice, Dahlia ran away.
