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Danielle Alland

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FizzGig

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Danielle Alland

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Age: Appears to be 22

Gender:Female

Appearance:
Danielle stands just a hair shy of five feet, seven inches. Her stance, her body positioning suggests that she’s always in motion. She has a lean, toned, attractive build, with enough soft curves to bely the strength that lies beneath her skin. Her hair hangs past her shoulders, wavy, and fine, the color of autumn. She generally likes to leave it down, unless she’s in a performance, during which she’ll tie it back in a loose bun, or knot it firmly at the base of her neck.

She has angular facial features, pale, smooth skin, and bright green eyes that reflect an intelligent, strong personality. Her full lips are almost always pulled up at the corners in a soft, knowing smile, as though she’s inviting trouble to come find her.

Personality:
Danielle was raised in a sheltered home, however, her independence was what kept her from becoming the shy wallflower her mother hoped she’d always be. She has a taste for adventure, a curiosity about things that lie outside of the world her mother has created for her. She’s more than willing to try new things, and brushes off concern (even when it’s necessary). She’s smart, very capable in social environments, though her strict schedule generally keeps her out of reach of most social circles. If she were to describe herself, she’d liken herself to a bird hung by a window, trapped in a cage with only the most fleeting hope for escape.

She loves her mother, in spite of her protectiveness, and will do her best to please her. She doesn’t like rebelling, but the girl does have a mind of her own, and if she thinks she can get away with something reasonably, then she’ll most certainly try it. She can only live once, after all.

History:
Born to a single mother of moderate means, Danielle was allowed to pursue the objectives her mother thought would be appropriate for a young lady. So she tried horseback riding, sewing, painting, singing, among other things, and while she had some small talent in each area, she found her true love to be in dance. So she took ballet lessons, often getting in trouble for improvising her own movements with contemporary ones of her own, since the rigidity of ballet didn’t suit her tastes. However to please her mother, she went ahead and complied.

Her talents earned her a place in a prestigious dance academy all the way through her high school years, which in turn lent her a full-ride scholarship to a Fine Arts college not too far from town. So she currently attends classes there, practices nearly every day, and stays the rest of the time at home to study for her other general education courses under the strict tutelage of her mother.

But, it would suffice to say that the girl is more than ready for an adventure.

Likes
~Dancing
~Socializing
~Attention
~Succeeding

Dislikes
~Oppression
~Boredom
~Silence
~Weakness

So begins...

Danielle Alland's Story

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Danielle Alland stood at the entrance to Gambit's bar, the hem of her overcoat clutched tightly in her nervous, slender fingers. Beneath the cloak, the girl was clad in nothing more than a black leotard and a pink, gossamer skirt, her feet covered by thin dance shoes with ribboned laces that curved delicately up her toned, slender calves. She shifted from one foot to the other, the final debate between going or staying all at once decided when a chill wind cut across the porch, slipping easily through the folds of her cloak and raising goosebumps all over her.

She quickly reached for the latch, gave a quick twist of the doorknob, and slipped inside the establishment.

It didn't look too busy. Not as busy as Rei had claimed it would be when she asked her to meet. The pair of them had decided to just sit and relax and talk for a little while, without the threat of being seen by Danielle's mother or any of her close associates. The tall red-head was always kept under close watch for reasons Danielle didn't understand. For all she knew, her mother was just a nit-picky, controlling creature who liked to keep her daughter under strict control.

Danielle's nose wrinkled at the thought. Shaking her head, she removed the cloak from her shoulders, tucking it over her arm before gracefully striding to the nearest table. Best to sit where Rei could easily see her should the woman show. After all, Danielle wasn't all that interested in discovering what lay in the secret corners of this shadowy, dank establishment anyway.

She thought she could hear someone muttering about her, and felt eyes wandering over her in a very tangible way as she pulled out a seat for herself, deciding to make use of the time she had by reading one of the novellas her English professor required her to. She. Such an ugly, dismal read.

The lady sighed. Oh well.

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As words flickered across her vision, her fingertip idly tracing the words on the page, the woman didn't notice the changes that had occurred within the bar until the ceiling lights flickered. She glanced up, looking around with a confused furrow to her brow, straightening in the chair and closing the book just as the fire erupted in the grate across the room.

She startled, nearly standing to her feet in her surprise. Rather than flee, however, her hands merely gripped the edge of the table, knuckles turning pale white as the monster began to crawl from the fireplace, its eyes fixed on her form. A chill of disgust and revulsion ran down her spine, her lips parting as her breath came in short, nervous gasps. It moved quickly, jumping to her table before she had a chance to react, and when the monster came close, she did her best to remain upright.

She would not whither in the presence of this Underling.

"You talk as if I were trying to escape." she replied in a breathless tone. Her chin lifted away from the tail, green eyes hard as she stared at the creature. "If he didn't want me to leave, he shouldn't have made it so easy."

Removing her hands from the table, she folded them in her lap, then watched and waited. "You're here to take me back. Yes?"

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"Not exactly..."

Her face snapped back to the direction of the imp, her lips parting in surprise as questions and concerns formed in the back of her mind. What did he mean? Didn't these creatures work for Hades?

She yelped when the imp incinerated her book, scooting back in her chair as a hand clapped over her mouth in her surprise. "I," Green eyes widened in obvious fear, the facade of calm strength dissipating when she realized just how much trouble she was in. From them? Hades had been protecting her from his own minions?

Large hands gripped her chair, forcing her to sit right where she was. She happened to glance over her shoulder at the monster that grasped the furniture just as the smaller creature gripped her hair. She sat forward, grimacing and swatting the creature's hand away before quickly rising to her feet and side-stepping away from the table.

Everywhere she stepped it seemed the shadows were morphing, creatures of various shapes and sizes in all manners of terrifying climbing through to the realm she walked. There was nowhere safe to turn, no where to run, and no one in the world who knew that she was in all of this trouble.

"Wait, please," she said, her eyes on the first imp. "You don't have to do this..."

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Her jaw clenched, rigid tension freezing her in place as she glared at the imp with as much contempt as she could muster. Intimidation would do her no good here. They knew she was bluffing. They knew, especially here, that she had absolutely no power to stop them. She was as vulnerable and weak as any human, and that realization was something that nearly made her weak in the knees. What could she do? Scream for help? Continue to beg for their mercy? Could she really bring herself to that position, knowing that it wouldn’t do her any good?

The darkness came ever-closer, the writhing mass of hell-spawn reaching for her, clawing at her skin but leaving no marks behind. She stumbled back, throwing her arms out to catch her balance as the multitude of limbs tripped her. But all she found were more arms, more grasping hands and itching fingers touching, groping, reaching for her and sending shudders of disgust and terror through her.

“No, stop!” she cried, trying to pull free, her hair coming undone and falling around her shoulders in fiery waves as she struggled.

When the door to Gambits opened, her head snapped in the direction of the figures who strode into the bar, eyes widening and lips parting with her surprise. All at once, the tension disappeared, and her breath rushed from her in a huge sigh of relief.

He was here.

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In spite of her misgivings, in spite of the fact that Dmitri had kidnapped her, taken her away to a place that was frightening and unfamiliar to her, claimed her for his own , and then forbidden her to travel back to the mortal world until he gave his express permission …in spite of all of that, there was not one person in existence who she was more happy to see than him.

The entire room reacted much differently to his entrance. All at once, the tension in the room mounted, fear tangible as the creatures who had been tormenting her began to beat a hasty retreat. She made sure to hold very still, fingers coming up to tentatively press against her lower lip as Dmitri withdrew his weapon and began to fire.

With each round, each pained screech, she flinched, turning her face away and taking deep breaths to maintain a sense of calm. The hands disappeared from her, and she immediately felt lighter, like she was able to breathe. Quiet nightmares turned and fled, and the darkness that had clouded her thoughts disappeared.

Not soon enough, it was Dmitri approaching her. She met his eyes, searching them, her own bright and wide from residual fear. But it was okay. It was all okay because he was here.

How peculiar.

Say something, Danielle.

“Not at all,” she managed, her voice a little unsteady. “You..had perfect timing. I wasn’t worried.”

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The longer he gazed at her, the more she desired to fidget. But she didn't. She maintained a stillness that had to be beyond a normal human's capabilities, gazing right back at him through the darkened lenses of his glasses. When he spoke again, she finally averted her gaze, looking down at the ground almost ashamedly as she took a deep breath through her nose and sighed.

"I know." she replied quietly. He had never lifted his hand against her, and had indeed guarded her from the minions in the Underworld. She couldn't completely forgive him of fault, though, since he had stolen her away in the first place, and wondered why she had left.

So she found herself making excuses.

"I was anxious." she explained. "Frightened. I didn't understand..." And to many degrees she still didn't. "...but it wasn't for wont of anything. You take care of me."

And for the life of her she did not know why.

"I'll go back." she promised. "With you, and I won't run again. I promise." The demons had confirmed that much.

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It came as almost a surprise to her that the gods had been constantly searching. Hadn’t she threatened as much, those dark days when she had first walked in the realm of Hades? Hadn’t she hoped that they would find her, and punish him for what he had done?

But she couldn’t bring herself to smile, or to feel relief. She didn’t feel the necessity to flaunt the power of Olympus, or to rejoice in the fact that she was, at last, safe from the clutches of the underworld. In fact, she was so confused about how she felt, versus how she should feel, that she could only stand in awkward silence, staring at Dmitri as he changed before her eyes, the air around them shimmering as the god and goddess were transferred between realms.

Her eyes found Zeus, her father, and she felt no compulsion to run to him. His eyes were not for her anyway, but for Hades.

“Persephone!” The voice of her mother cut across the distance separating them like an arrow, striking the girl’s heart in a painful way. “Come away from him! Please!”

The young goddess clenched her hands at her chest, her figure transformed to the ethereal being she was always meant to be. The skin of her pale cheeks flushed slightly as she scrambled to think of what to do next. Stay or go? Was she really and truly meant to stay with Hades? If that was the case, wouldn’t all of the Council be in agreement?

“Demeter,” she greeted her mother as the other made herself apparent in the crowd, beckoning to Persephone. With one last look at Hades, she turned away from him and quietly walked to her mother’s awaiting arms.

From one prison to another.

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“Persephone!” Demeter cried, her pain evident, though it was clear that she could do nothing beyond call out to her daughter. The latter stumbled back a step, one hand raised defensively as she stared at the scythe that hovered over her, blocking her escape.

So this was how it was going to be then.

She could feel his eyes burning into her back, but she would not turn around. No matter what his intentions had been in kidnapping her, it was obvious that nothing had really changed. He wasn’t going to let her go home. He was going to keep her regardless of her own wishes.

But when he mentioned the food…

Her face paled as she met the eyes of her father.

“The pomegranate seeds…” she whispered, a feeling of dread spreading through her stomach. Whirling on Hades, she struck the shaft of the scythe so that it wouldn’t hover so close, her eyes narrowing furiously at the god who stood shamelessly before her.

“You tricked me!” she shouted at him.

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“I’m not a liar!” Persephone seethed, hot tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I am not the one at fault here! You kidnapped me!”

Those eyes of his, those contrasted, darkened pupils stared down at her in a way that made her heart stir uncomfortably in her chest. When her father’s question came, she didn’t hear him at first. Then when she realized what he was saying, her incredulity was practically dripping from her voice.

“Six, father, does this really matter?” She turned back to Zeus, knowing she was within arm’s reach of Hades now.

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In the furthest corner of Gambit's bar, a flickering shadow created by firelight began to solidify, to still, to take shape into the form of a tall, slender young woman. She stepped out of her cloak of shadow, nervously smoothing the satin sleeve of a form -fitting dress that had been given to her as a gift. It hugged her toned form comfortably, sporting her lean figure, and leaving little to the imagination.

She closed her eyes, taking a breath before striding gracefully across the main floor of Gambits, aiming for one man in particular who sat near the bar counter. Her autumn red hair hung in waves around her face, trailing past her shoulders and moving in an almost liquid-like fashion with each of her movements.

But when she spotted the man who was with her, she hesitated, green eyes widening when she realized that Dmitri was in the middle of some kind of business deal. What was she supposed to do now?

Just play it off, Danielle.

So that's precisely what she did. Squaring her shoulders, she aimed for the bar, making sure she kept within Dmitri's line of sight as she reached the polished surface, laying slender hands atop the counter and leaning. Her long, pale legs crossed at the ankles, the dangerous heels she wore glinting sharply in the low lighting.

"Just a cup of tea." she murmured to the bartender, who returned her request with a strange look. It was true. The drink didn't match up with the woman who ordered it.

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To be perfectly honest, Danielle had been completely oblivious to the chaos that was churning all around her. This came as a result from having a detrimentally one-tracked mind, and her focus had been so intent on Dmitri that she'd wandered through carnage and not even realized that the heels of her stilettos had traipsed through monstrous goo.

It was about the time that the scorpion crawler attacked one of Dmitri's henchmen that Danielle's tea arrived, the bartender sporting a hard-hat for the festivities. She took the warm mug gratefully, at long last noticing that she was in the middle of a warzone.

Her green eyes widened in their sockets, flickering all around as she hovered close to the bar counter, guarding her tea-cup protectively. This was...uncannily familiar to Hades...

Dmitri startled her, nearly upsetting the cup as his hand came to press against the small of her back. She nervously set the cup to the side, her eyes flickering from him to the fight that was broiling all around the pair.

"I wanted to apologize for yelling at you." she told him quietly. "And for being stubborn and hard-headed, I just.."

Something loud crashed nearby, and the woman stepped into the fold of Dmitri's arm, her chest warm against his as she peered over and around his shoulder with wide eyes. This was one place she knew she was safe.

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She gazed up at him, her brows lifting in surprise. It was that easy? No anger? No quipped remarks?

He was gentle with her, holding her against him and carefully knitting his fingers into her hair. She closed her eyes, tucking her chin to her chest as she idly lifted a hand and toyed with the collar of his shirt. His words were causing her to blush, a peculiar response that she wasn't really expecting. Yet, she was letting him hold her, wasn't she? She was comfortable around him. She felt safe.

And the way his hands felt when they held her...

"Doesn't take much, does it?" she asked him, almost teasing as she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Do...you like the dress? I thought you would..."

She'd worn it for him, after all.

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Danielle Alland stood at the entrance to Gambit's bar, the hem of her overcoat clutched tightly in her nervous, slender fingers. Beneath the cloak, the girl was clad in nothing more than a black leotard and a pink, gossamer skirt, her feet covered by thin dance shoes with ribboned laces that curved delicately up her toned, slender calves. She shifted from one foot to the other, the final debate between going or staying all at once decided when a chill wind cut across the porch, slipping easily through the folds of her cloak and raising goosebumps all over her.

She quickly reached for the latch, gave a quick twist of the doorknob, and slipped inside the establishment.

It didn't look too busy. Not as busy as Rei had claimed it would be when she asked her to meet. The pair of them had decided to just sit and relax and talk for a little while, without the threat of being seen by Danielle's mother or any of her close associates. The tall red-head was always kept under close watch for reasons Danielle didn't understand. For all she knew, her mother was just a nit-picky, controlling creature who liked to keep her daughter under strict control.

Danielle's nose wrinkled at the thought. Shaking her head, she removed the cloak from her shoulders, tucking it over her arm before gracefully striding to the nearest table. Best to sit where Rei could easily see her should the woman show. After all, Danielle wasn't all that interested in discovering what lay in the secret corners of this shadowy, dank establishment anyway.

She thought she could hear someone muttering about her, and felt eyes wandering over her in a very tangible way as she pulled out a seat for herself, deciding to make use of the time she had by reading one of the novellas her English professor required her to. She. Such an ugly, dismal read.

The lady sighed. Oh well.

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She heard the music before she saw the group of dancers. Licking her lips, Danielle poked her head around the corner, peering with widened eyes as she observed the teens shifting across the ground, popping their arms and legs rythmically as they seemed to float on nothing.

Dressed in dancer's flats, a black leotard, and loose-fitting capri-sweats, Danielle knew that she didn't fall into the same category as these kids, but damn...

It sure did look like fun.

Rounding the corner, she approached the group, hovering just off to one side as she watched them dance.

Interesting.

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Fortunately for Danielle, she was a lot more gracefully aware of her surroundings than the dub-stepper was. She shifted her weight, spinning out of his way in the nick of time, head held high, her shoulders back in a dancer's pose.

Unfortunately, that put her inside their circle.

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Lowering her chin, she followed them with her eyes, looking up through her lashes. "I'm sorry," she said with a slight smile.

"I wasn't aware that you were dancing."

Turning to look over her shoulder at him as he circled her, the smile grew, a light of mischief making her green eyes glitter.

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"I'm in my element." she replied, tossing her head and looking to the larger man who had approached her. "And smart enough to know when someone else is kidding around." Crossing her arms over her chest, she approached Farai, tilting her head to one side.

"What is this? Some hybrid of hip-hop?"

She shifted her hips, pulling a smooth curve to the left, her body moving in a single, fluid motion before coming to a stop.

Almost like a challenge.

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The trouble with dubstep was finding the beat. It was fast, breathlessly so, and provided very little wiggle-room when it came to improvisation. She took two steps forward, lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she shifted back, then threw her arms out, turning to face Farai before throwing herself into a spin.

Where his movements were jerked, hard, all angular, her's were smooth, fluid as she twisted, kicking one leg higher into the air before throwing herself into a flip that didn't require her arms.

"You can float," she said as she stepped in time over to Farai. "I can fly."

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With a laugh, Danielle jogged over to her bag, withdrawing her iPod, and flipping it to one song in particular. With a slight grin, she went over to the stereo, unplugged the iPod sitting there, and went ahead and plugged her own in.

Striding back to the center of the circle, she put her hands on her hips and watched Farai with no small amount of amusement. "Change of pace then. This girl uses more than her ballet flats."

Every Day I'm shuff-uh-lin.


And just like that, the girl began to do the Party Rock shuffle.

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In that same moment, Danielle appeared around the corner, having come out a back door of the dance studio, one of the many buildings that lined the main street. She had headphones in her ear, and was clad in nothing but capri-length sweat-pants, sitting low on her hips, and a black sports bra. Her red hair was piled high on her head in a messy bun, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder as she prepared to head home.

She was on the scene in time to see Cianna pluck the wand out of the man's pocket, and in her rush to run away, Danielle had the grace and wits about her to pluck the wand right out of her hands as she rushed past.

She twirled it deftly in her fingers before sticking it in her bun for safe keeping. "Not very nice to take things that don't belong to you." she noted, pulling her headphones out and slinging them over her shoulder.

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Danielle rested a comforting hand on Nathan's shoulder, fixing Cianna with a penetrating, emerald-eyed stare. "Who is Nix?" she asked, tilting her head to one side curiously. She put herself between the two, taking the wand and holding it in her hand as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at the girl.

"How old are you? You certainly talk like a grown-up." she added with an easy smile.

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Danielle ran her tongue over her bottom lip, looking at Nathan out of the corner of her eye. “Faring well.” She replied lightly, the corners of her mouth turning up before she looked back at Cianna.

“Six huh? That’s a pretty tough age, especially to be running around the city by yourself.” She was still holding the wand, but she went to one knee in front of Cianna. “Sometimes when people get upset they say things they don’t mean. I for one can’t imagine anyone wanting to hurt a girl like you on purpose.”

She gestured for Cianna to come closer, leaning to whisper in her ear. “You know, I had a friend like Nix once. Nobody else could see her either. When I grew up, she left to go to school somewhere else, but sometimes she visits me from time to time.” She looked perfectly serious as she leaned back on her heel.

“How about I take this guy and punish him for saying such awful things to you.” Danielle suggested as she stood. “I’m sure he won’t want to do anything like that ever again.”

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The air was warm, heavy with humidity, with the sun hanging in the middle of the sky. She stepped out of the darkness of an alleyway, having emerged from the side-door of the dance studio she often frequented for practice. Clad in a black sports bra and capri-sweats, she hiked the strap of her duffel bag higher onto her shoulder. Earbuds hung around her neck, an odd tune blasting as she stepped lightly down the sidewalk, her red hair curling around her ears as tendrils hung loose from the bun that knotted her hair at the base of her neck.

Light steps, dancer's steps. A smile was playing at the corner of her mouth.

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She didn't see the man until he went crashing right into her. Thoughts preceding the inevitable collision revolved mostly around the routine she was working on, up until the point where the car horn had her lifting her eyes from her feet.

She staggered back, but her quick steps and her sense of balance kept her from falling right to her rear-end. Eyes wide, with her mouth agape, she stared at the man, green eyes on blue, before flippantly waving her hand around.

"I'm good. No worse for the wear." She picked up her headphones, which had unwrapped from her neck in the collision, and tossed them back over her shoulder. "I was daydreaming anyway."

Man, he was cute. She studied his features, eyes flickering from the strength of his shoulders to the muscles that were very clearly defined by the shirt he wore. She let out her breath in a huff.

She bet he knew how pretty he looked too.

"Try to keep your eyes in front of you next time? More interesting things to see." she said, the corner of her mouth lifting. Her eyes danced as she took a step closer, aiming to step around him.

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"So quick to judge character." Danielle replied, looking over her shoulder at him through half-lidded eyes. Thick lashes brushed her cheek as she winked, turning to take the hand that he extended.

"Danielle." she replied. "So tell me, Evan, do you usually blind-side helpless women in the hopes of getting a phone number? Or am I just exceptionally lucky to have run into you this afternoon."