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Chrysanthemum Davenport

"My name is Chris, call me Chrysanthemum and see what will happen."

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a character in “They are Anything But Simple”, originally authored by .euphoria., as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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“Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
~ Bernard Baruch


【More Than Just A Pretty Face...】
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“We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create in this world. But, as a Davenport, I'll sure will try to be remembered as a creator.”
~Chrysanthemum Davenport


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Full Name
"The name's, Davenport. Chrysanthemum Davenport."
Chrysanthemum Veronica Davenport

Nicknames
Her parents, her friends, everyone she has ever met has mostly called her Chris for short. Her boss however, calls her Mum, which she does not approve of and others have called her Davenport like they did her father. Again, something she is not a fan of whatsoever. But, one she does like a bit more than anything else but Chris is the nickname C.V.

Occupation(s)
She is the assistant for the real devil wears Prada, Elizabeth Cooper, editor in chief of the one of the biggest fashion magazines of the country. Meaning she books everything from appointments, to shoots, to even personal things for her boss like dinner for her and her husband or parties for her three children. But, she's also the gopher, go-for this, go for that. Like coffee, and accessories, etc. She hates and loves the job at the same time. But, the job she really wants to do, which she went to college for is to become a journalist or or journalism teacher at a high school.

Age
24

Sexual Orientation
In this time of her life, she doesn't have time to worry about things like romance and love and sex and whatever else doing with the subject... Not that she did ten years ago either but, she has never felt something for someone in romantic way. So, she just calls herself asexual. Meaning she doesn't feel an attraction to any gender.

Apartment Number
1B



【Behind The Mechanics】
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“Some girls need men to take them places. Others just click their heels, spread their own wings, and fly.”
― Coco J. Ginger



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Likes Dislikes
Cats: Especially her own, Lex. Romance in most situations
Music (Folk, Indie, and Italian) Pop Music
Things Done Her Way Being Lied To
Independent Women People Not Saying Her Name Right
Spicy Food Distractions
Adventure Her Cancer
Stability Her Job
Being In Control Sympathy
Chocolate Covered Strawberries Not Having Control
Jogging Reality Television


Fears and Phobias
Chris is afraid of many things, just like a normal human being here are just a few: Dying, of course. Mostly by drowning. She is terrified of the water ever since she was seven and almost drowned in her family's pool. Other then that fear she is afraid of going insane and losing control of herself. Which has happened to her brother which is exactly why her father had to send him away. And the last one of her major fears is being in love and then having that said person either leave her. With that of course comes her fear of abandonment.

Aspirations
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Just Live Past 28

Because of her illness, she never knows when her body will just stop fighting. Her sister, who also had Bone Cancer passed away at the age of 28 which is the age Chris wants to pass. And she is doing anything she can in order to reach this goal.

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Become a Writer

She truly hates her job right now but, she can't just live without a job and she refuses to call her parents whenever she needs money not unless it's a dire emergency. What she really wants to do is to become a writer for a famous music magazine. Which is what she plans to do with her life.

Secrets
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Her Past

Everyone thinks that her life was so hard and difficult, but in all honesty, it was very nice. She was raised in the Hamptons, New York with her super large Jewish family. Never having to raise her voice or a finger to get what she wanted. But, she didn't want that. She wanted to work for what she wanted and even if it seems crazy, that's what she wanted to do with her life. She's not ashamed of her life but she doesn't need people to think that she's nothing more than a spoiled brat.

Personality
Chris is easily one of the most Sarcastic, Snarkiest, and Wittiest girl you will ever meet, who knows exactly what she wants in her life. She will do anything for the life she wants to live but isn't the most open girl in the world, she doesn't take many chances and likes things to be planned out before hand so that she can relax and enjoy and with that said she completely hates surprises of any type. Unless those risk do with her style. This is the one thing she will always be a risk taker in! Within one year, she still sees herself being that same Determined girl who still is going to shoot for the stars and looking completely different from the crowd while doing it. Yea, she's a Dreamer. But don't get me wrong she has both feet on the ground and would like to keep it that way. And, if you have a bad idea, she will tell you right away. C.V is the type of girl who can and most likely will call you out on it. One thing she hates about her personality, personally is how much of an Anxious person she is. She is always thinking that the worst possible thing is going to happen and always a bit nervous and worrying.. Over mostly nothing. It could be about her family, friends, her boyfriend get hurt or anything like that. But, it's all out of love, she just worries a tad too much as her family has told her.

Saying that, she is very Opinionated and knows how things should be done, the traditional way. She is a Traditional kind of girl and likes things done the older way because if it lasted this long that means it must work, right? Which is why she is so obsessed with Vintage clothing, movies, music,.... anything made before her own generation really! She was taught that if you don't have family then you don't have anything. She was born as a Family Oriented girl and wouldn't change it if she could. And to this day she is very close to her family that lives in Los Angeles.

But, a big piece of her personality is her being very Enthusiastic about anything she puts herself in whether it's helping out for credit hours for college or helping out the local high school with a writing class. And, she never does something half assed... Never. She rather not do it at all then look like an idiot for being unprepared. With that being said she can be a bit of a Control Freak and likes to Be In Charge only because, she feels that she can get it done the quickest, the neatest and the best. With that said she is a big Perfectionist and loves it. Yet, there is a part of her personality that hidden and that is how much of a teddy bear she is one the inside..in her own way anyway. When she's around her family.... She changes a bit and she can't explain why. Most people never get to see her so calm and relaxed because she doesn't show it often. But after you get away from her outer shell, you'd be able to find out she's a sweet, Caring, Passionate, and a Very Feisty 23 year old girl who knows what she wants.



【A Glimpse Into The Past...】
“The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.”



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History
Editing

Family
Please mark which ones are deceased.

Other
She does have a few tattoos including a Tattoo on her right wrist with the word; "Fearless" and on her other wrist which has the word, Faith. Her newest tattoos are located on both of her wrists below her other tattoos that are the Star of David. But,her oldest ones that she got one her 16th birthday (She got them secretly) that take up the top and middle of her Back and on her right hand's fingers that can only be seen in ultraviolet lighting

All her friends and family know that she has cancer. She isn't one to keep that big of a secret.





【Just A Little Extra...】
“How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?”
― Anaïs Nin



Feel Again ♦ OneRepublic
It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face
I've been everywhere and back trying to replace
Everything that I had 'til my feet went numb
Praying like a fool that's been on the run

Heart's still beating but it's not working
It's like a million dollar phone that you just can't ring
I reached out trying to love but I feel nothing
Yeah, my heart is numb

But with you
I feel again
Yeah, with you
I can feel again

Yeah

Woo-hoo [x4]

I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me

It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face
I've been everywhere and back trying to replace
Everything that I broke 'til my feet went numb
[Album version:] Praying like a fool just shot the gun

Heart still beating but it's not working
It's like a hundred thousand voices that just can't sing
I reached out trying to love but I feel nothing
Oh, my heart is numb

But with you
I feel again
Yeah, with you
I can feel again

But with you
(I'm feeling better ever since you know me)
I feel again
(I was a lonely soul but that's the old me)
Yeah, with you
(I'm feeling better ever since you know me)
I can feel again
(I was a lonely soul)

Woo-hoo [x5]

(I'm feeling better ever since you know me)
(I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me)
(I'm feeling better ever since you know me)
(I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me)
(I'm feeling better ever since you know me)
(I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me)

I'm feeling better ever since you know me
I was a lonely soul but that's the old me
A little wiser now from what you've shown me
Yeah, I feel again
Feel again...

Woo-hoo
Wake Me Up ♦ Avicii ft. Aloe Blacc
Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where it starts
They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up
my eyes
Well that's fine by me

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

I tried carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two hands
I hope I get the chance to travel the world
And I don't have any plans
I wish that I could stay forever this young
Not afraid to close my eyes
Life's a game made for everyone
And love is a prize

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I was lost
I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know ...

So begins...

Chrysanthemum Davenport's Story

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Friday – February 8, 2013 @ 7:31am


“Chrissy and Jackson have been addicted to methamphetamines for the past eight years. Chrissy was once a lawyer and Jackson previously owned his own antique shop. After eight years of selling all that they owned to be able to afford higher grade meth, they eventually went broke. They came across each other only two years ago and have been together since. Neither of them are able to afford their own homes anymore and squat in abandoned warehouses and dilapidated apartment complexes.”

The words were cut off as the mocha-skinned Cajun sat on the couch with her laptop early in the morning making the finishing touches to her latest documentary. She had spent the past three months following two meth-heads and questioning their every decision. She had a friend who had majored in Psychology help her with the interview’ as well as a lot of the commentary, helping the future viewers somewhat understand the addicts. She had done documentaries before on potheads, crackheads, and heroine addicts, but she had yet to cover many other drug addicts. She rubbed at her eyes some having gotten up at three in the morning to finish up the film, now finally putting together the credits after a last review of the two hour long footage. She put her laptop down as she finished before glancing at the clock. It was already past six...She had to hurry and get ready for work. With a yawn and a few stretches, she closed her laptop and made her way to the bathroom where she delighted herself in a short shower. When she was finished she made sure to rub down with cocoa butter, paying special attention to her tattoos. She hated when tattoos faded. Every now and again she would look at the space that she had left and ponder what tattoo she would get next. She was thinking of getting a dandelion with the seeds being carried away over her shoulder by an invisible gust of wind. That was always a delicate classic. Maybe too classic. Perhaps a quill dripping ink onto her shoulder and just below it a nice little quote from Gandhi. Or Professor X. Professor X was the shit...He was Gandhi of the comic book world.

A smile danced across her features as she dressed in her uniform of a simple black pair of shorts and a green t-shirt with an apron before slipping on a pair of shoes and dashing down to the cafe with her bag. “Ah! Charlie horse! Charlie horse!”
She caught herself on the stairs, dramatically falling to the floor as she let go of her bag to grasp her calf while letting out a howl of deep pain. “Good God, I'm dying! I've been shot! Someone help me! Woman down! Woman down!!” She gave a whimper only for the pain to subside. lt hadn't been that painful — But where was the fun in not overreacting like your every action was being filmed for a cheesy sitcom? Kept her on her toes and made her less bored when she was alone. She quickly recomposed herself and brushed off her apron before calling out to the other apartments above her, “No worries! False alarm guys! I'm all good.” Grinning t0 herself. she skipped her way down into the cafe, using her key to get in. Eight years. That's how long she had been working at The Mighty Bean. Slinging coffees, waiting tables, making little sandwiches and baked goodies and stuff. It had been a wonderful eight years. Dakota still didn't seem to understand Cajun's attachment to the place when she had the accreditation to work much higher paying jobs. Nobody understood her attachment to the place. It was her first job. When she was younger and struggled for rent a few times, Gordon would pay it for her and never asked her to make it up. She loved meeting the people there and the fun that went on within the walls.

She pulled her hair back, her strange silver eyes dancing across the place as though she hadn't been there in years. She moved to the kitchen and began to prepare a breakfast enough for five people. She was never sure who would decide to pop in so early, but she liked to make sure that she made enough food. It would never be more than four people and hardly less than two others. She was simply sweet enough to make sure that they weren't wolfing down disgusting toaster strudels from the store or choking down a greasy breakfast burrito from a fast food restaurant that was just barely scraping by to pass health standards. The thought of it made her stomach tumble and her throat close up as though filled With sponge cake. Ugh. She hated sponge cake. It was so suffocating. She did a documentary on it before. It was only twenty minutes long. But it was nice. Doing the running man, the woman maneuvered her way around the kitchen while preparing large omelets and toast, turning on a fan so that the scent would waft up through the vents and into the apartments above. She put her iPod in the kitchen dock and put on her "Taste of Home" playlist, jigging around the kitchen as she tossed various veggies into a searing saucepan.

“I was cuttin' the rug down at a place called the Jug with a girl named Linda Lu. When in walked a man with a gun in his hand lookin' for you know who. He said, "Hey there fellow with the hair colored yellow! What you tryin' to prove? 'Cause that's my woman there and I'm a man who cares and this might be all for you. I was scared and fearin' for my life, shakin' like a leaf on a tree. 'Cause he was lean and mean and big and bad, Lord pointin' that gun at me. Oh, "Wait a minute, Mister! I didn't even kiss her! Don't want no trouble with you. And I know you don't owe me but I wish you'd let me ask one favor from you". I said, "Won't you give me three steps, gimme three steps Mister. Gimme three steps towards the door? Gimme three steps. Gimme three steps Mister and you'll never see me no more".”

The bubbly Southerner was unable to keep herself from smiling as she simply basked in the scents swirling around her, adding a dash of pepper here and a sprinkle of her special seasoning there with a dollop of love all around. She loved this kitchen and often spent forever cleaning it before going out to buy fresh ingredients. Sometimes she could get Gordon to come with her sown to the fish market. He was one of the only people that she knew that absolutely loved the smell of fresh fish. She didn't mind the smell, but the man had often wished that they had a fresh fish scented candle. He was a strange man but she did enjoy his company very much, even as they worked alongside one another under his father's employment. She wished that she could take him up on his offer of becoming a manager but she just didn't have that kind of time. She didn't have time to worry about who was showing up for work and who wasn't and who needed a raise and who needed to be fired. All of it just...it made her itch. She was comfortable with her above minimum wage position doing whatever someone needed her to do within her five hour work days. She couldn't add managing ten employees to her list of things to do. She absolutely adored the place, no doubt. But her passion was her an and she would go where it took her. Still...This little place was one of her favored sanctuaries. She was dishing out plates containing omelets, hashbrowns, sausages, and Belgian waffles, leaving them under a heat lamp just to keep them warm as she began to squeeze fresh orange juice.