Name: Daniela Rinaldi
Age: 24
Birthday: Self-chosen as 11 June
Gender: Cisgender Female
Species: Human
Career: Odd jobs, looking for something more concrete that can motivate her lazy butt
Appearance Description:
Daniela is a woman of fairly average stature, coming in at 5’7’’ (170.2 cm) and 135 lbs (61.2 kg). She has an athletic build and generous curves, both of which are highlighted by the skin-tight clothes she normally wears. Her complexion is generally unmarred and naturally tanned, though not quite the stereotypical olive of her fellow Italians, with a healthy glow that most other women would kill for. Her facial features offer more of a mature femininity, projecting the image of a woman who is perfectly content in who she is and what she looks like, and while not dazzlingly attractive, Daniela’s looks can hold their own fairly well. Her eyes are oddly sharp, the color a muddy brown with flecks of amber closer to the pupil, and contrast nicely to her black hair. Her indigo-tinged black hair is straight despite being quite long and luscious, though it frizzes up something fierce and therefore demands to be worked at for a while on particularly humid days. Daniela usually keeps her hair fairly styled, parted by a thick side braid to her right with the rest braided and circled into a bun, the last few inches of it left free to dangle down to just below her shoulder blades. In more intimate situations, she can be convinced to let her hair down in a thick waterfall of black, especially since she enjoys when friends play with its long, silky strands.
Daniela’s usual style of dress is rather casual, much like Daniela herself. She prefers skin-tight clothing that leaves little to the imagination, in warmer weather sporting tank tops of varying colors and shorts while switching to turtlenecks and leggings once it gets colder. She has a fascination with jackets and boots, and regardless of season is usually found wearing stylish leather and bomber jackets and choosing from a wide array of combat boots. Of course, Daniela is perfectly capable of dressing up for occasions that demand it, but only if absolutely, utterly necessary- she often pushes boundaries when it comes to that, actually.
Personality Description: Daniela is, if anything, a self-assured woman. She’s generally self-aware and knows where her strengths and weaknesses lie, and while this is normally a wonderful thing, Daniela’s a bit too lazy to bother with self-improvement. She’s perfectly fine with how she is, and unless she ends up making a life-threatening mistake due to one of her faults, she won’t be trying to change anytime soon.
Daniela isn’t particularly generous when it comes to money- preferring to limit herself to showering her select few with gifts and trinkets-, but is a genuinely caring woman nevertheless. If offering a stranger a smile is all it takes to help them get through their day, then she’ll smile without a lick of hesitation. In terms of affection, however, Daniela is openly affectionate in every sense, willing to show her affection with eager abandon and to anyone she wants. From friendly to sexual, from familial to romantic, Daniela doesn’t limit herself very much, if at all, though will rein herself in if someone is genuinely uncomfortable with it. She greets friends and acquaintances with kisses- on the cheeks or otherwise-, and is touchy-feely with those she particularly likes. Daniela utterly lacks any sort of book smarts, though her childhood on the streets has ensured that she’s innovative with what she can do, skillful and savvy with a handful of odd jobs. She could almost be deemed a jack of all trades if she weren’t so lazy. Again due to her childhood, she dislikes work of most kinds, particularly manual labor, and so as long as she has at least some sort of income, she’ll indulge in whatever catches her eye whether she can afford it or not- usually not. She basks in the ability to relax, to waste the days away sunning herself like a cat and hunting down her most-liked people to tease them.
On the other hand, Daniela can be irritatingly bull-headed, sometimes because she truly believe she’s in the right and other times simply to be contrary. She won’t budge when she puts her mind to it, and can and will exert plenty of effort to stand her ground when needed. When she’s particularly worked up, she can be rather tactless, spouting out whatever her mind grasps at even if it’ll hurt the other person, but will usually try to make it up to them afterwards. She might even fall back into her rough drawl of street-learned Italian, every word of which has a tone that sounds like a threat regardless of what she’s actually saying; as it is, her English is rather accented unless she’s specifically trying to enunciate.
Daniela likes espresso and espresso-based desserts, going to the beach, and finding people to befriend- and maybe even go further with. She doesn’t particularly care for animals unless they’re self-sufficient, and outright hates flowers, the scents of which remind her of the sickly sweet funeral wreaths that had surrounded her parents’ caskets during their funeral. She has a weakness against stuffed animals, however, the cute plushies appealing to the child Daniela never really got to be.
Powers: Daniela has an elemental affinity that manifests itself as the ability to control water. She uses it to manipulate water into freestanding shapes. She sticks to spheres- water is much too fluid for her to contort into hard lines or cornered objects like squares- and whips, which can only travel a radius of five feet away from her before her control slips and the water is influenced by gravity once more. The smaller the amount of water she’s trying to manipulate, the easier and sharper the control she has. She currently can only control up to a water bottle’s amount of water before her control disappears, and usually prefers working with a handful or two at a time regardless. She is unable to change the purity or composition of the water, though if the water has already been purified/filtered through outside means, she can use it to heal minor wounds, such as scratches and small bruises, and help with minor afflictions, like the beginnings of headaches or stomach aches. She cannot do much, if anything, with wounds deeper than half an inch into the skin, internal bleeding/organ damage, any and all illnesses/diseases/disabilities, and things that would otherwise leave permanent scars.
Species Abilities: N/A
Biography: Daniela was born in a rural Italian town to parents of lower class that loved her deeply. She has very few memories of them, but the handful of ones she can remember are filled with the warm, if tired, smiles of her father and the soft, if worry-strained, voice of her mother. Unfortunately, the little bit of peace they had carved out for their only daughter was broken soon after she turned four. Her parents both died in a hit and run during one of the few vacations to the closest port city the small family could afford to take, while she had been left an orphan with one hell of a concussion.
She was soon placed into the local foster system, bouncing around between homes before she grew fed up with the verbal abuse of the overworked foster parents. She ended up on the streets at the tender age of seven, joining a gang of fellow homeless children. Most- Daniela included- would seek out whatever cheap manual labor people would be willing to give them, while those skillful in it would go pickpocketing the tourists that came to see the sea. All of the children would then reconvene, pooling their lots together to afford a few hunks of bread and cheese, sometimes even fish if there was a good enough sale at the local market. Daniela spent most of her life here, learning to be open with her affections- cuddling together for warmth during the colder nights was a common thread in the winter- to help cheer up the other kids who weren’t taking their situation as well as she was.
A few weeks after the day she’d chosen to celebrate as her 10th birthday, she learned of her water affinity. She’d always felt more comfortable staring out into the sea or sunning herself in a hidden spot near the fishing piers, but she had figured it was just the attractiveness of something as open and free as the water. She had witnessed a brusque shopkeeper slap one of the younger children before going in for what was clearly a heavier blow, and something within Daniela was shoved into place with the roar of the ocean waves. She had rushed towards the two, her small hands held out in front of her, a puddle she had leaped over following after her. The muddy water had formed into a shaky sphere no larger than a fist, thrusting itself into the shopkeeper’s face and leaving the man sputtering while Daniela darted in and out, grabbing the small child’s hand and hurrying away. It wasn’t until much later that day that she dared think about what happened, and a few months after that that she even considered experimenting with this odd power. But, like any other curious kid, she did end up caving and exploring the extent of what she could do.
Years passed, and Daniela became one of the few that remained with the gang, the oldest member at age 16. It had certainly been a trip and a half, dealing with her maturing body while a homeless teen, but Daniela managed. It was during her later years on the street that she worked on a nice name for her, and eventually came up with Daniela Fiammetta Rinaldi- she kept her given name to honor the parents she could vaguely recall, but wanted to start anew. It was also during this time that Daniela received a peculiar letter to an even more peculiar school.
On a whim, she accepted, and even though she was reluctant to leave the newest batch of brats, she hadn’t gotten as attached to them as she was with the others closer to her age, so it was with little fuss that she left on a ship, her meager personal belongings in ratty backpack at her side. And so, she arrived at the academy and was enrolled in high school, though she’d had to do a lot of catch-up. Even with the numerous tutors and extra help her teachers had given her, she’d still graduated at age 20 with a student body two years her junior. Politely turning down Starlight’s university offering- she’d learned she absolutely hated school and structured learning of any kind, preferring to relax in her comfortable, Academy-provided dorms- Daniela has spent the last four years taking whatever odd job she can get, though she usually loses them just as quickly because they aren’t enough to get her motivated to actually work. She stays away from manual labor with all the vehemence of an angry, indignant cat, and indulges in whatever she wants even though she can’t really afford it- she’s still content with her life, though she wishes the heat in her new and absolutely tiny apartment would work more than half the time.
Additional Information: N/A
Age: 24
Birthday: Self-chosen as 11 June
Gender: Cisgender Female
Species: Human
Career: Odd jobs, looking for something more concrete that can motivate her lazy butt
Appearance Description:
Daniela’s usual style of dress is rather casual, much like Daniela herself. She prefers skin-tight clothing that leaves little to the imagination, in warmer weather sporting tank tops of varying colors and shorts while switching to turtlenecks and leggings once it gets colder. She has a fascination with jackets and boots, and regardless of season is usually found wearing stylish leather and bomber jackets and choosing from a wide array of combat boots. Of course, Daniela is perfectly capable of dressing up for occasions that demand it, but only if absolutely, utterly necessary- she often pushes boundaries when it comes to that, actually.
Personality Description: Daniela is, if anything, a self-assured woman. She’s generally self-aware and knows where her strengths and weaknesses lie, and while this is normally a wonderful thing, Daniela’s a bit too lazy to bother with self-improvement. She’s perfectly fine with how she is, and unless she ends up making a life-threatening mistake due to one of her faults, she won’t be trying to change anytime soon.
Daniela isn’t particularly generous when it comes to money- preferring to limit herself to showering her select few with gifts and trinkets-, but is a genuinely caring woman nevertheless. If offering a stranger a smile is all it takes to help them get through their day, then she’ll smile without a lick of hesitation. In terms of affection, however, Daniela is openly affectionate in every sense, willing to show her affection with eager abandon and to anyone she wants. From friendly to sexual, from familial to romantic, Daniela doesn’t limit herself very much, if at all, though will rein herself in if someone is genuinely uncomfortable with it. She greets friends and acquaintances with kisses- on the cheeks or otherwise-, and is touchy-feely with those she particularly likes. Daniela utterly lacks any sort of book smarts, though her childhood on the streets has ensured that she’s innovative with what she can do, skillful and savvy with a handful of odd jobs. She could almost be deemed a jack of all trades if she weren’t so lazy. Again due to her childhood, she dislikes work of most kinds, particularly manual labor, and so as long as she has at least some sort of income, she’ll indulge in whatever catches her eye whether she can afford it or not- usually not. She basks in the ability to relax, to waste the days away sunning herself like a cat and hunting down her most-liked people to tease them.
On the other hand, Daniela can be irritatingly bull-headed, sometimes because she truly believe she’s in the right and other times simply to be contrary. She won’t budge when she puts her mind to it, and can and will exert plenty of effort to stand her ground when needed. When she’s particularly worked up, she can be rather tactless, spouting out whatever her mind grasps at even if it’ll hurt the other person, but will usually try to make it up to them afterwards. She might even fall back into her rough drawl of street-learned Italian, every word of which has a tone that sounds like a threat regardless of what she’s actually saying; as it is, her English is rather accented unless she’s specifically trying to enunciate.
Daniela likes espresso and espresso-based desserts, going to the beach, and finding people to befriend- and maybe even go further with. She doesn’t particularly care for animals unless they’re self-sufficient, and outright hates flowers, the scents of which remind her of the sickly sweet funeral wreaths that had surrounded her parents’ caskets during their funeral. She has a weakness against stuffed animals, however, the cute plushies appealing to the child Daniela never really got to be.
Powers: Daniela has an elemental affinity that manifests itself as the ability to control water. She uses it to manipulate water into freestanding shapes. She sticks to spheres- water is much too fluid for her to contort into hard lines or cornered objects like squares- and whips, which can only travel a radius of five feet away from her before her control slips and the water is influenced by gravity once more. The smaller the amount of water she’s trying to manipulate, the easier and sharper the control she has. She currently can only control up to a water bottle’s amount of water before her control disappears, and usually prefers working with a handful or two at a time regardless. She is unable to change the purity or composition of the water, though if the water has already been purified/filtered through outside means, she can use it to heal minor wounds, such as scratches and small bruises, and help with minor afflictions, like the beginnings of headaches or stomach aches. She cannot do much, if anything, with wounds deeper than half an inch into the skin, internal bleeding/organ damage, any and all illnesses/diseases/disabilities, and things that would otherwise leave permanent scars.
Species Abilities: N/A
Biography: Daniela was born in a rural Italian town to parents of lower class that loved her deeply. She has very few memories of them, but the handful of ones she can remember are filled with the warm, if tired, smiles of her father and the soft, if worry-strained, voice of her mother. Unfortunately, the little bit of peace they had carved out for their only daughter was broken soon after she turned four. Her parents both died in a hit and run during one of the few vacations to the closest port city the small family could afford to take, while she had been left an orphan with one hell of a concussion.
She was soon placed into the local foster system, bouncing around between homes before she grew fed up with the verbal abuse of the overworked foster parents. She ended up on the streets at the tender age of seven, joining a gang of fellow homeless children. Most- Daniela included- would seek out whatever cheap manual labor people would be willing to give them, while those skillful in it would go pickpocketing the tourists that came to see the sea. All of the children would then reconvene, pooling their lots together to afford a few hunks of bread and cheese, sometimes even fish if there was a good enough sale at the local market. Daniela spent most of her life here, learning to be open with her affections- cuddling together for warmth during the colder nights was a common thread in the winter- to help cheer up the other kids who weren’t taking their situation as well as she was.
A few weeks after the day she’d chosen to celebrate as her 10th birthday, she learned of her water affinity. She’d always felt more comfortable staring out into the sea or sunning herself in a hidden spot near the fishing piers, but she had figured it was just the attractiveness of something as open and free as the water. She had witnessed a brusque shopkeeper slap one of the younger children before going in for what was clearly a heavier blow, and something within Daniela was shoved into place with the roar of the ocean waves. She had rushed towards the two, her small hands held out in front of her, a puddle she had leaped over following after her. The muddy water had formed into a shaky sphere no larger than a fist, thrusting itself into the shopkeeper’s face and leaving the man sputtering while Daniela darted in and out, grabbing the small child’s hand and hurrying away. It wasn’t until much later that day that she dared think about what happened, and a few months after that that she even considered experimenting with this odd power. But, like any other curious kid, she did end up caving and exploring the extent of what she could do.
Years passed, and Daniela became one of the few that remained with the gang, the oldest member at age 16. It had certainly been a trip and a half, dealing with her maturing body while a homeless teen, but Daniela managed. It was during her later years on the street that she worked on a nice name for her, and eventually came up with Daniela Fiammetta Rinaldi- she kept her given name to honor the parents she could vaguely recall, but wanted to start anew. It was also during this time that Daniela received a peculiar letter to an even more peculiar school.
On a whim, she accepted, and even though she was reluctant to leave the newest batch of brats, she hadn’t gotten as attached to them as she was with the others closer to her age, so it was with little fuss that she left on a ship, her meager personal belongings in ratty backpack at her side. And so, she arrived at the academy and was enrolled in high school, though she’d had to do a lot of catch-up. Even with the numerous tutors and extra help her teachers had given her, she’d still graduated at age 20 with a student body two years her junior. Politely turning down Starlight’s university offering- she’d learned she absolutely hated school and structured learning of any kind, preferring to relax in her comfortable, Academy-provided dorms- Daniela has spent the last four years taking whatever odd job she can get, though she usually loses them just as quickly because they aren’t enough to get her motivated to actually work. She stays away from manual labor with all the vehemence of an angry, indignant cat, and indulges in whatever she wants even though she can’t really afford it- she’s still content with her life, though she wishes the heat in her new and absolutely tiny apartment would work more than half the time.
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