Description
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Name: Danica Grace Angelus
Nickname: Dani
Age: She has been nineteen for two years now. (Technically twenty-one years old).
Race: Spaniard/German/Italian/Caucasian.
Species: Homo Immortalis.
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 122lbs.
Body Structure: Athletic/Tone.
Classification: "Dangerous to the public". Subjective. There has been no proof thus far that Danica does pose a threat to humanity, the supernatural, or other beings, etc. But because there has not been any proof so far, the woman is highly watched over by her personal guardian, Nieght Angelus. Possible threats to any and all lifeforms is not tolerable. Any signs of becoming feral, Danica would be detained permanently or executed.
Main Occupation: Works as an intelligence operative for a major paranormal investigative corporation, P.P.I. Corps. (Private Paranormal Investigation Corporation).
Minor Occupation: Since being on her hiatus, Danica generally will do the necessary paper work for her brother concerning any investigations. Thus, it brings her down from an Agent to a part-time Secretary.
Style of Choice: Generally business casual with tailored black pants and a white button up, collared shirt. Sometimes though, the woman will wear something more "feminine" and "fashionable", though it would take a particularly good mood or a special event.
Languages: English Basic.
Intelligence: Danica has the knowledge of quite a few subjects, though none of it in-depth aside from when it comes to the paranormal. As her job was to collect intelligence of the different species and races of supernatural creatures, Danica is quite adept as identifying and classifying those beings.
Power: She has not developed any significant abilities thus far. Though studies have revealed that the woman does not age any longer, does not have the need to eat or sleep. There is the need for her to feed. Danica's method includes draining the life energy from beings that surround her including but not limited to: mortals, immortals, magical beings, beasts, paranormal anomalies, and flora.
■Updated: As she has been exposed to more and more stress, Danica now exudes a thick pheromone into the air which can attract those that are too near her. This is passive and she does not realize this power yet.
Charisma: In this regard, Danica is just the normal "teenager". She has the level of high vocabulary, but decides to not use it unless the occasion calls for such an action. She is, however, easily personable and approachable in her charisma.
Dexterity: Being a Homo Immortalis, the woman is rather normal and so her reflexes do not yet exceed those of a normal human mortal. Even when she was mortal, Danica never was the most graceful of her class.
Agility: Danica is flexible to a degree, though she can't do the splits nor put her foot behind her head. It would be placed a just above average for a female.
Magic: So far there have been no developments of magical abilities, though the creature who caused this change in Danica held such powers. Assumption would be made that it perhaps takes time or high-stress levels to develop these in Danica.
Current Location: Currently she has been spotted more commonly at Gambit's bar than anywhere else in the Multiverse. Generally she does not adventure outside of Wing City.
Current Home: 6664 Sol Avenue, Wing City.
Companions: Her only friend thus far that has been made is Johnny Izumi of the organization named The Invictus. Another acquaintance was made from a man named Jahan, though friendship status has not been achieved. Stryfe, or also known as Fatin, has also been acquainted to Danica, and she hopes to create a more personable level with this woman who also belongs with the Invictus. Miles the bartender, quite the OCD man is her newest acquaintance.
Relationship Status: Currently not dating, or married. Single.
Orientation: Straight.
Disabilities: Danica does not have any disabilities, though her brother and she do refer to her current state as a disability. They prefer that no one know of the change or that Danica is not %100 human.
Family:
†Mother - Ann Brooke Angelus (Maiden Name: Valentine) (deceased)
■Father - Julian Masters Angelus
†Brother -Jasper Nieght Angelus (deceased?)
Work Associations:
■Gabrien Ballard
†Nieght Angelus (deceased?)
■Julia Angelus
■Samael Angelus
■Pathos Cross
■Iris Cross
-more to come as story develops
So begins...
Danica Angelus would now be quite a lovely shade of red, and she hid her head in her hands, her thick hair providing a good shield for her expression.
"I think I embarrassed her, and yeah... like I said, can't stop talking about you. It's like she obsessed or something." A groan would come from Danica.
Danica Angelus would sigh at hearing the boys talk like they were. Were they both doing this just to embarrass her? How cruel... so very, very cruel. Nieght knew he was putting her out of her comfort zone but anything to get her mind off of recent news, was good. "Ah yes, well be touching my sister and we might not be so friendly towards each other the next time we meet. See... I really don't like her dating just any guy around. I rather that I know him, and like him first. I am her older brother after all."
"Just.Shut.Up!"
Danica Angelus would raise her head from the table, though with hands still covering her face lest John see the red cheeks. "He works with me, or really I work with him at P.P.I. He's the agent, and I am the researcher."
Neight nodded at her answer, while reaching up above his head in a long stretch. "Yep. First Class Paranormal Investigator. It spooks you, I come check it out and deal with it basically." Such an understatement.
Danica Angelus looked to her brother, who looked to her at the same time. Neight though would be the first to speak up, "Tu oui fyhd du aqbmyeh ed du res?" Danica glanced at John before asking her brother a question in return, "Ec dryd kuehk du pa ugyo?"
Her brother would simply nod and stand up. "Well... I'm going to let Dani explain that one. I've got to go. It's getting late and unlike little missy here, I have to be up early. See you two later, kiddos." And with that, Nieght was heading towards the door and a much needed sleep.
Danica Angelus watched her brother walk away from a little while before turning her attention on John. "Oh well... P.P.I. stands for Private Paranormal Investigators. It's a corporation that doesn't really just go out to see what old ladies are squabbling about. We deal with the big boys. Vampire covens, werewolf dens, summoned demons, walking dead, and whatever else you can think of that can't really be explained."
Danica Angelus considered her answers for a moment while bouncing a foot beneath the table. "Yeah, it pays okay I guess. Gets the bills paid at least and there's money left over for whatever else I might need. We really didn't come here because of work, or at least that is what I am told. I have a funny feeling that I am being lied to." She'd turn to smile at John and laugh softly, "Don't worry about asking too many questions. I don't mind really... you can ask me anything that you want, John."
Danica Angelus answered simply, "I live on Sol Avenue, and like I am sure you've guessed it's with my brother. We've got this nice little town home. And if I remember correctly, you were supposed to come and help us unpack. " Danica nudged him playfully, but would distance herself again from him while clearing her throat. Not so easily as it was before.
Danica Angelus would cross her arms and rub them slowly, doing it more because her hands had nothing to do than with her being cold. "Well, in all honesty, I haven't cooked in a couple years, so... I'd probably be terrible at it. And, uh... I think it's still not a good idea for me to be alone with you. I don't really... trust myself anymore."
Danica Angelus would stand up in her seat at noticing something most gruesome, though her nose caught it far before her eyes did. It was someone holding a dead body, with a smashed in head. "I'm going... to... t-to be sick..." Danica took a deep breath while leaning over the table and bracing herself with hands spread along it to hold her up. She worked in intelligence, not field work. Usually stuff like that was left to pictures, and never seen in reality by Danica's eyes.
Danica Angelus brought up a hand to cover her mouth then shook her head. Maybe closing her eyes would help the sick feeling? Nope, it made it worse. God, if only that smell would go away it would be so much easier to deal with that experience. "I..think I'm going to go..." Before he could even protest, Danica was out the door and gasping for fresh air. What he didn't know was that, just seconds after that relieving breath of air, she'd be kidnapped. Her scream the only evidence that something had gone wrong. Danica... had disappeared without another trace.
Danica Angelus would fall through the front door, her last bit of strength giving out. He had to be here, she knew he was here, was John not always here? The woman's clothes were soiled with sweat and that thick black blood as she collapsed upon the floor at the entrance to the floor.
"..help..." her whisper would barely be audible.
Danica Angelus was rather unresponsive, though a heart beat within her chest and the woman drew breath into her lungs. Several lacerations, like claws, were upon her form were flesh was exposed, and even some rather nasty looking teeth marks. Whatever had happened to Danica a few nights passed definitely was nothing good.
Danica Angelus would be denied this healing, her spirit and her own aura not allowing for this. Try as John might, there was just no possibly, no matter the strength of his will, that would allow for the woman to be healed by his own accord. What Danica needed was to feed... though her body and mind was so far beyond exhaustion, it was impossible. Even natural instincts of her being an immortalis would b halted.
The only thing that was going to cure this woman would be sleep.
Danica Angelus was nothing more than a rag doll in John's arms, her body weighing a consider amount less than it had the last time he saw her. Dark circles were visible beneath her eyes, and her cheeks seemed more sallow. Even the color of her skin was paled, and dull. If John didn't know any better, he'd say she was a corpse.
Danica Angelus had opened her eyes from mysteriously re-appearing last night as she laid in a most familiar room, several minutes ago. It had been hard for the woman to get up and out of bed, but eventually Danica was making her way down the stairs carefully and into the barroom below. Did Nieght even know that she was back?
Those silver eyes would peer around the room, only seeing faces and not people. Would they notice if she fed on them?
“
He's mine, stay away!
”
Danica Angelus could hear the music pouring into the room, and it caught her attention fully. She had not even took another step into the building before the young woman was completely entranced. Unconsciously Danica's feet moved themselves towards this man playing the piano across the room, all thoughts clearing from her mind, and worries dripping away from her shoulders. It had... been a long time since she had heard such a melody and from the instrument of God.
Danica Angelus stopped a few feet from the man, taking a long moment to remain there watching and listening. But soon, the spell would be broken along with a smile spreading along her dimpled cheeks. "It's beautiful", was all that Danica would say before turning to see another woman appreciating his playing just as much as her. Danica winked at Eva, before making her way towards the bar counter silently. It was... strange to not see John here.
Danica Angelus would casually enter after not being here for quite some time... Poor John, he was most likely angry at her, or had forgotten. It was acceptable though as it always happened, no matter where she went. With a sigh, Danica would admit, "I need a drink..." And those eyes would flash over to Miles Roux.
Danica Angelus would also here someone claiming them self to be a vampire which caused a most sour expression to grow on her face. "Stupid vampires, parasites... not even what they used to be. All too easy to kill." With a raise of both her eye brows, Danica sat herself into a stool at the bar and awaited Miles to be done with this current customer.