Name: Danielle (Family members and close friends call me Dani or Dani-chan)
Middle Name: Marie
Confirmation Name: Alexandria (I have given up Christianity, so the point is moot.)
Description: Taller then the usual height, but not freakishly huge. Slender build; long black hair with brown highlights when in the sun; dark brown eyes surrounded in black make-up almost all the time; will only wear black, with only a touch of color here and there; VERY PALE; black nail polish almost every day on every occasion; more hyper then you will think when upon meeting; boyish; slightly perverted; likes all the "creepy" things that are around; sits in the dark listening to loud music (but is too afraid to dance in the dark with loud music because she has a secret fear of the ghost haunting her house); would be a hippie if she wasn't a Goth. Has an obsession with men in kilts. Also has an obsession with yaoi.
Social Status: Goth. No, I'm not a baby-eating barbarian. No, I'm not a vampire, like most people are in the habit of naming me. And yes, I WILL kick your ass if you offend me. But other then that I'm quite mellow.
Music: Everything under the musical umbrella, I will listen to. I'm in the habit of liking bands no one has heard of, or foreign bands.
Television: Moonlight, Vampire High, ANIME OF ALMOST EVERY KIND (Inuyasha, Death Note, Yu Yu Hakusho, Ruroni Kension, Chobits, Rosario + Vampire, Chibi Vampire, Fushigi Yuugi, Angel Sanctuary and the like)
Likes: Green Tea ice cream, tuna roll sushi, pocky, shortbread Scottish cookies, Chinese food, music, FEMININE MEN, Goth fashion, a good book, vampires and the occult, slasher movies, and Disney World Haunted Mansion. (I was mistaken for a worker there once) candles and fire, the woods, music, unique people, yaoi, Asian men, having fun, nice people.
Dislikes: Stupid people, prejudices, stereotypes, conceited people, people who mess with my friends, backstabbers, gossipers, liars, my own flaws, POORLY WRITTEN FANFICTION, perverts who try to get me, fakes, posers, people who are mean for no reason at all, things that don't make sense, hippos, broccoli, asparagus, brussel sprouts.
Allergies: Peanuts, dogs with FUR NOT HAIR, the sunlight. (I joke here, I just don't enjoy it much)
Religion: Athiest. It's better not to believe in anything so you don't have to use a scapegoat for your actions.
Books: Twilight series, Vampire Kisses series, Love at Stake series. Demon in my View, the Blue Girl, the Mediator and Queen of the Damned (Interview with the Vampire, too) The WishList
Random trivia: I had been a vegetarian on and off for several years. But recently I've found that vegetarianism is hypocritical in the way that by drinking milk and consuming dairy you're supporting the veal industry, and not really standing up for animal rights. I'm a pacifist (unless violence is the only thing to sink into someone's head). I hate Presidant Bush. I'm very much into defending the weak, and will attack anyone who is overly vicious and needs to get knocked down a peg. I'm a decendant from the famous Irish high king, Brian Boru.
"Louis Masen--Patron Saint of Drag Queens" --Ksangi
WARNING! THIS BIO IS HUGE. DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WASTE YOUR LIFE.
On July 4th, I was born to Elizabeth and Donald (who's last name I shall leave out for safety reasons). They have told me that I had been due on June 23, and were taken by surprise when I came out a few days later. My dad, being the Navy enthusiast that he is, had mentioned in passing that it would be really cool if one of his children was born on Independance day. And low and behold, I actually did. Thanks for cursing me with that, Dad. Now I'm stuck as someone who has to watch as people gush over sparkling lights and not me on my birthday.
I was a wandering, spunky child. Oh, and I was insane. I was never really shy, and had a tendancy to lie a lot, which I constantly regret, even now. My lying got me into loads of trouble, such as friendships breaking and other drama. I don't blame them for ditching me now, I guess. But at least my lying gave me a more active imagination. My first "published work," which is currently rotting away in some crate in my parents closet, was created at the tender age of four. :) I even illistrated the pictures; a pass time that I adore even in my teenaged youth. But my art skills have much improved, I am proud to say.
Due to my very hyper personality, I wasn't one to make great friends. In fact, I have been turned on, talked about, picked on and ditched by some of the people I once considered my best friends. So I got a tougher exterior becuase of the betrayal and became a tom-boy. Yes, the girl who had once dreamed of going to prom in a horrid pink gown fit for a princess at her coronation was now wearing jeans and hand-me down clothes, getting dirty and getting into fights.
I remember my first fist fight perfectly. I was in a pre-school for delinquents. I hadn't liked the way a boy--who's name was Tyreik--was treating another little boy named Dakota. He had cornered him under a play kitchen table, and Dakota was crying. Of course, the teacher wasn't paying attention, so I decided it was time to take this into my hands.
"Stop it!" I ordered. I spread my arms from my body like a plane and stood protectively in front of the sniffling form of the blond four-year old. Tyreik gave me a weird look, since it was apparent that no other girl had been brave enough to face him before. Then, he wound his fist back and punched me right in the right eye. I stumbled back and stared at him for a little bit. Then, i kicked him as hard as I could in the shin and burst into tears. The teacher chose this moment to realize that something big was going down, and she took Tyriek over to the time out chair. He gave me a dirty look as I was given an ice pack, which I returned full-heartedly.
Dakota and I became friends, and remarkably, I also became friends with Tyreik. We played "Hercules," which he loved, and I invited him over my house to play a few times. Imagine my surprise when during a tea party I got kissed on the cheek. I had a boyfriend and I wasn't even five. But don't worry, when I say boyfriend I'm talking about best friends. :) Tyreik moved away, and I wasn't able to see him again until years later.
But I wanted some girl time. I met my BEST FRIEND EVER, Tanya, in pre-first. I had flunked kindergarten and she had too, but the school system here in Long Island, New York, is too stiff to just let people with behavior problems go onto first grade. Tanya was the artist and I was kinda jealous of her ability to do so well. We got over it soon, though. She was the yin to my yang, and we were into the same things. So naturally, when I learned that the boy named Jake, whom she had liked at the time, was using her (he actually told me that, yes) I told her to protect her, not wanting her to get hurt. She didn't believe me. When we got into a huge fight, I ended up crawling to Juliet. (name changed due to respectable reasoning)
Juliet was the younger sister of a girl who teased me relentlessly. I had a problem with my affection and telling boys I liked them, so I was way more forthcoming then I wanted to be. And so, my nick-name throughout elementry school was "Kissy Girl." As much as I disliked Racheal--Juliet's sister--I thought that Juliet wasn't like her. So I apologized for everything bad I had done to her because of her family ties, and we ended up as best friends throughout elementry school.
During third grade, I won a writing contest. It was turned into a play, which is called, "The Day My Socks Rocked." That was about the only good thing that happened during that time before the shit hit the fan. I got into a fist fight with another boy who had been picking on my friend. I punched him in his gut and called him a bastard, which is frowned upon when you are in third grade. I was suspended for two days.
Something happened during fourth grade that changed me forever. It was a traumatic experiance that I hope no one has ever gone through. But it is too embarrassing to admit on my very long bio. Let's just say that I was picked on so much because of it that I became very reserved and shy. My dreams of becoming popular were burned, and all I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and die someplace. All I wanted was to be normal. But then I came across Vampire Kisses and my life was changed AGAIN.
It was a chance meeting. If I had missed this book while I was in the library, I might be an Abercrombie and Fitch lover today. But it caught my eye immeidietly, and I was drawn to it like a magnet. That was one of my first glimpses of Gothic culture. The first one was when a girl called Kittie (again, named changed for respectable reasoning) whisked away Juliet and became best friends with her. I was jealous, especially when Kittie became a Goth for about three years. I watched as she got all the coolest clothes that I thought were beautiful. But alas, me and Kittie were enemies. Juliet said that her clothes were weird and freaky, and me, poor stupid me, agreed. I was never a person to think for herself when I was little. But I always wanted to be Goth, ever since I saw Tripp pants and Vampire Kisses.
During the end of elementry, I finally patched things up with Tanya. We were both anime fans at that point. Inuyasha feinds, always drawing pictures of Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha, Kagome and Shippo. At graduation day, we prepared for Junior High and beyond.
That following summer was my dark period. I snapped. I cut myself off of civalization for the entire summer, only talking to Tanya. I was tired of getting misstreated by all my friends, especially Juliet. She was gossiping about me behind my back and ditching me. I decided that it was time to screw society. I wanted to be ME, I wanted to feel happy. Becuase I wasn't happy at all.
Starting from the middle of seventh grade, I had become a Goth. Never before had I been so happy. I was wrapped up in the world of vampires and the occult, Anne Rice and black clothes. It was one of the best things I had ever done for myself. Sure, it shocked people at first, but I got used to the stares and insults. I broke down once in my room, but I've never cried about getting teased again. It feels like years ago, now. It IS years ago now, actually. ;)
Now, when I'm a full blown teenager in Tripp pants and a VNV Nation tee shirt, I've felt better then ever. I've got all the right friends, (Sam, Alyssa, Emma, Tanya, Erica, CeeCee, Psycho-chan, Kim, Tim, Paulomy and Jay) just the right style for being myself, and now a whole fanfiction kingdom.
Life is good.
I have the Myspace page for Heaven Help Me!! here it is:
http://www.myspace.com/edward_is_an_angel
I have a Myspace account-- anyone wants to add me they can http://www.myspace.com/ravenmadisonfan
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