Contest:The Next Apprentice/Daniélle Lèmieux - Jaye's Entry

warning: her history & personality is currently a wip




 * 1) Character Name: Daniélle Adelaide Lèmieux
 * 2) Godly parent: N/A
 * 3) Species: Mortal / Oracle
 * 4) Current Age: 17
 * 5) Mortal parent name: Dorothée & Ambroise Lèmieux
 * 6) Appearance: Daniélle has wavy auburn hair that goes down well below her chest. She has full pink lips and freckles covering her face extensively, though nowhere more than her cheeks, something she inherited from her French mother. She has straight pearly white teeth that she flashes every time she smiles, accompanied perfectly by cute dimples inherited from her own father. Dani has warm, mirth-filled brown eyes, that stand out thanks to her long eyelashes. She stands proudly at 5'6. Her FC is Daria Sidorchuk.
 * 7) Personality: Dani is painfully realistic. She isn't a pessimist; there's a fine line between realism and pessimism. No matter what ever hope she may hold out for anything, she has no problem accepting the reality of the situations she finds herself in.
 * 8) History: "Destiny is a tricky thing; we're all destined to make something out of our lives, whether it's doctors, lawyers, or supernatural beings that hold spirits and spew out deadly prophecies disguised as tragic poems. We may have thousands of willful choices to make, but all roads will lead to the destiny woven for us to achieve by the fates themselves. Through thick and thin, through illness and health, we'll cross all obstacles and overcome what lays ahead us, just to fulfill what Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos decreed would become of ourselves. I'd know better than anyone. I'm Daniélle Lèmieux, the Apprentice Oracle of Levadeia." "I come from Lima, Ohio. It's a relatively small, conservative town, or at least small enough for gossip to travel quicker than the speed of light. You'd expect something different from a town filled to the brink with Christians, though to be fair, it's not as obvious what with the teenagers getting knocked up and going crazy in raging parties. But that's not the point of my story, I know, so we should get back on track. My parents - Dorothée and Ambroise Lèmieux - were both French citizens who'd moved to Lima as an escape of their parents' hatred towards their union. Just why they chose Lima, Ohio, of all places, is unknown to me. I don't think they'd planned on staying in Lima, but then they conceived me a few short months into their stay, so their visit was drawn out until my birth, which consequently was turned into a permanent move. I was American, it's not like they could just move back to France with me in tow. Not to mention, they'd warmed up to the small town and the people that inhabited it, despite the negative comments they received as foreigners at first. They'd braved through it and had decided to make a home out of Lima. I personally think that was both the worst and best decision they ever made."  "While I considered Lima home, I'd always managed to stand out. I'm not sure if it's because I had red hair and brown eyes that stood out over the blond-haired, blue-eyed Americans, but it happened. I wasn't really one to have actual friends growing up. I had Emily, who eventually began to rise through the school's social hierarchy. The likelihood of having remained at rock bottom without her is... relatively big, to put it simply, but she held on and tugged and pulled, fighting for me on our way to the top. Eventually, I was considered quite popular, but shit hit the fan the summer before I began sophomore year at high school. I began having these odd dreams, they were messing with my brain. I remember it all began the first night that summer, while Emily was staying over at my house. It was... horrible. It was a clear dream, I can say easily. I honestly would rather not go into details, but given that marked the start of my fight towards where I am now, I suppose I should elaborate on it. I was on my way home, from piano classes, if me bidding my goodbyes to my classmates were anything to go by. Time skipping up until I was a block or two away from home, I heard a low growl followed by a frightened scream. I didn't find out until a year later that it had been an unexperienced demigod who'd encountered a hellhound."  "I woke up form that terror once it was over, to Emily's concerned face hovering over mine. I was too shaken up to tell anyone, until a few weeks later, when the attack actually happened, just as I had dreamed. I'd managed to forget about it as best to my capabilities within that timeframe, and go back to normal, or as normal as I could with Emily worrying more and more over me. I was so scared, which in turn made me turn to my parents. My parents, who up until then had been nothing but supportive and loving. Life was hardly fair, I realized, when they told me I was crazy to think the dream could be linked to what happened to the poor girl who was mauled by a bear. Yet, I knew it wasn't a bear. I'd seen the thing; it had demonic red eyes that snapped to look at me after it had finished its meal, and had stalked into the neighboring woods, leaving the demigoddess's remains behind."  "I insisted and insisted it hadn't been a bear, but rather something resembling a large, black wolf with piercing red eyes. Nobody believed me. My parents even had the gall to send me to therapy. They expected for therapy to work, but if it did anything, it was just trigger my odd dreams some more. The couple visions, dreams, whatever the hell they were that followed hadn't been of the future, but rather of the past. I remember seeing my mama and papa, so young and happy and in love, back in France. The amount of information and the weight of its importance varied from dream to dream and vision to vision. The dreams were probably triggered by my therapy and it's weight, but I knew my visions were being caused by something else. It always happened when i came in contact with my parents, or they said something like back in my days, back in France, etc. It all began with how mama and papa met, and it concluded a few weeks later, up until a week prior to beginning therapy. I saw my maternal and paternal grandparents, from finding out about mama and papa's union to giving them the ultimatum. Their family or their love."  "I could see how it had affected them. I saw so much yet I didn't believe any of it until the dreams had progressed into my childhood, filling me with memories I had long since lost. That's when I knew I had a gift. I'm not sure how I got it. I'm only sure about the fact that it made me stick out even further in school. My therapy hadn't been a well-kept secret, I realized, as word leaked out. No matter how close I was with Emily, no matter how much she tried to defend me, I knew I was falling again. I was hitting rock bottom, and dragging Emily along with me. I had no problem accepting the fact that I was ruining her life. I didn't particularly like the prospect of it, but it was the harsh reality and I had to deal with it. So I let her go. God I remember that conversation so clearly."

"Dani? Dani, come on, what's wrong?" Emily approaches me during lunch, after an entire morning of me avoiding her when I could, and ignoring her throughout classes. "Why are you avoiding me? Why are you ignoring me? This isn't like you."

I smile sadly.

"We have to stop, Em. C'mon, I'm the school's very own freakshow. You're the HBIC. You have an image to keep up. I'm messing it up. Just... let go, please. I'm doing this for you. For me. For us."

"Emily had refused to accept my defeat so easily, but after weeks of me ignoring and avoiding her, she just... gave up. Emily and I were no longer friends. I was all alone in the cold, discriminating community of Lima, Ohio." "Life only got harder after that, both school-wise and gift-wise. I kept having night terrors, except they weren't of anyone in Lima, nor did they take place there. It was these visions of battles. There were kids with orange tshirts and shorts, running around in battle armor and holding swords. They were training, but some were fighting. This time around, the visions were shorter, blurrier, and made less and less sense. I could usually hear during my terrors, but as of lately, they were all fuzzy. I couldn't hear clearly, usually just metal hitting metal, and some faraway voices talking in some different language."
 * 1) Weapons: Dani doesn't need weapons; she doesn't have godly blood in her veins. She only hosts a spirit; however, in a very rare case of an emergency, she does have a CB knife to rely on.