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Username: Angelshy
Name: Delilah
Element: Psychic
❝Move objects with body aura. No source needed. Eyes and Hands tend to glow during use.❞
Gender: Female
She is constantly searching for new opportunities―utterly nonstop! Delilah is a good-natured goblin gator with her intentions forever etched into her head. Yep, she's the one who can set her mind on something and, one way or another, will always get it done. Not one who can hold small talk conversations, if you were to find yourself trying to converse casually with her, she's 100% guaranteed to change that. Delilah believes that if you haven't got anything important to say that might contribute to the world in some way, shape, or form, it has absolutely no need to be shared. Hence, she is mostly quiet, that is until a subject she's particularly passionate about springs up. In that case, she'll pipe in and her talking will be of great length.
Sensitivity is something Delilah hasn't got any time for. Thick skin works best in a world such as the one she lives in. So, near to nothing gets to her. She rarely ever cries. The closest she is to sensitive is her sensitive eyes. At times, dust will irritate them, and she'll start tearing up, but that of course strays a bit from the point. But, a lack of sensitivity also means that Delilah often overlooks the fact that others have feelings as well. She's generally already polite, but at times, she slips and feelings are hurt. Therefore, most find it ideal to avoid crack jokes when Delilah's in ear-shot. Harmless kidding or teasing will be shot down by Delilah due to her taking this too seriously most of the time. A stretched smile spotted across her face is a rare occurrence which is actually reacted to quite rudely with a cringes or slight twitches of eyes at the sight. Whenever Delilah smiles, her tongue involuntarily flicks out like a snake's. It's oddly strange, and thus, those who witness this cringe or twitch in turn. This is believed to be another reason why it's rare to ever see or hear Delilah smiling or laughing.
And in a world where appearances play a large part in countless things, Delilah finds it a bit entertaining to watch as goblin gators who weave throughout her lifetime see her as, first an immature bundle of fluff with no brains at all, then all of a sudden are bewildered by her articulateness and the sense of sureness enveloped within all the words coming from her mouth.
However, there is a flaw hidden beneath all that intellect and will-power Delilah presents herself as. She doesn't quite know what she wants to be. Under her wonderful mask of confidence, she can't put a finger on what she wants to be. There's too many choices and so many different paths she could take. Delilah is haunted by the very real fact that, if she does choose the wrong path, it'll lead to failure. Nothing she hates more than that. She lives only to succeed―an unfortunately very wrong concept engraved deeply into her thoughts. So where does she go? The beginning.
Delilah's first job was at a quaint little candy/chocolate shop (it was also somewhat of a bakery to be honest) which was specific towards insomnia. That's right. A shop around the corner of a rather non-busy sidewalk in her local neighborhood which stayed open all hours of the day and night and was particular about customers with insomnia. This was especially helpful for Delilah since this was her first job and she herself had insomnia. It worked tremendously since her employer was having trouble finding employees who could work the night shifts.
In she came, around midnight every night, for her shift at that shop. She'd sit behind the counter and wait, watching night prowlers scurry past the window-front. Delilah wasn't afraid though. She keeps frozen-hard ice cream sandwiches in a mini fridge tucked under the counter. Might there be a chance that someone tries to do something or take something from the shop, she's poised at the ready with frozen treats which can be as deadly as a stone when hurled at full force.
At this counter, she'd have an array of candies and chocolates sorted neatly in their display boxes. But, her favorite of the variety available at the shop were the Pocky. Mmmmm.
All the flavors ranging from classics like strawberry flavor to rather out-there ones like panda flavor. It was considered a somewhat relaxing pastime to sort through the piles whenever new boxes of pocky would arrive to restock the shelves. Delilah enjoyed stocking the small boxes of sweets and she found herself waiting with a sort of unnecessary need every time she was told 'the shelves should be restocked again soon!'
Because she was so good at her job, being the tidy neat-freak she is, at times her boss would allow her to choose any treat from the shop to have for free. And every single time, Delilah seized this opportunity to choose a new flavor of pocky. She'd almost gotten through all the flavors when she tasted the chocolate pocky. That's when her streak ended. No longer would Delilah be able to try flavors like green tea or banana. Since she'd sampled the classic chocolate flavor, she was hooked. Only that flavor would be the prized possession, the chosen one, each time her boss said she could pick a treat for free.
Nighttime customers will often walk up to the counter and find Delilah delicately munching on chocolate pocky with as much grace and dignity one can have when crumbs are tumbling from their lips, scattering on the counter and floor. It's really a sight to behold. A comical sight if you want a bit more detail about it.
You'd think she'd be surprised when several customers would suddenly strike up a conversation with her out of nowhere along the lines of 'do you know how to do this geometry problem?' or 'can you please help me with this essay?' But, she's not. Majority of the insomniac customers who wander into the shop at the last hours of the night into the early hours of the morning are students. Teenagers seeking advice on homework and other school things include drama. They come in one at a time, it isn't common to see them arriving in groups or in pairs, only slightly drowsy with tired eyes and the intention of sleeping, however not enough will to do so. So they she works, partly employee of the bakery shop and partly teacher for students trying to pass their classes in school. She's learned a lot since then. She's also learned that warm brownies are preferred over stone-cold cookies. Unless, of course, their oreo cookies available for dipping in milk. Albeit, her work at this shop has since ended and Delilah has moved on. But, on especially terrible nights, she'll find the strength and energy to head back to that bakery shop on the corner and buy a box of chocolate pocky.
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wippity wippity wip
AAAAHH
OH MY GOODNESS
I AM SO SO SORRY
THIS IS A DREAMIE HHHH
finished ! ☆
. . .
Username: Angelshy
Name: Delilah
Element: Psychic
❝Move objects with body aura. No source needed. Eyes and Hands tend to glow during use.❞
Gender: Female
She is constantly searching for new opportunities―utterly nonstop! Delilah is a good-natured goblin gator with her intentions forever etched into her head. Yep, she's the one who can set her mind on something and, one way or another, will always get it done. Not one who can hold small talk conversations, if you were to find yourself trying to converse casually with her, she's 100% guaranteed to change that. Delilah believes that if you haven't got anything important to say that might contribute to the world in some way, shape, or form, it has absolutely no need to be shared. Hence, she is mostly quiet, that is until a subject she's particularly passionate about springs up. In that case, she'll pipe in and her talking will be of great length.
Sensitivity is something Delilah hasn't got any time for. Thick skin works best in a world such as the one she lives in. So, near to nothing gets to her. She rarely ever cries. The closest she is to sensitive is her sensitive eyes. At times, dust will irritate them, and she'll start tearing up, but that of course strays a bit from the point. But, a lack of sensitivity also means that Delilah often overlooks the fact that others have feelings as well. She's generally already polite, but at times, she slips and feelings are hurt. Therefore, most find it ideal to avoid crack jokes when Delilah's in ear-shot. Harmless kidding or teasing will be shot down by Delilah due to her taking this too seriously most of the time. A stretched smile spotted across her face is a rare occurrence which is actually reacted to quite rudely with a cringes or slight twitches of eyes at the sight. Whenever Delilah smiles, her tongue involuntarily flicks out like a snake's. It's oddly strange, and thus, those who witness this cringe or twitch in turn. This is believed to be another reason why it's rare to ever see or hear Delilah smiling or laughing.
And in a world where appearances play a large part in countless things, Delilah finds it a bit entertaining to watch as goblin gators who weave throughout her lifetime see her as, first an immature bundle of fluff with no brains at all, then all of a sudden are bewildered by her articulateness and the sense of sureness enveloped within all the words coming from her mouth.
However, there is a flaw hidden beneath all that intellect and will-power Delilah presents herself as. She doesn't quite know what she wants to be. Under her wonderful mask of confidence, she can't put a finger on what she wants to be. There's too many choices and so many different paths she could take. Delilah is haunted by the very real fact that, if she does choose the wrong path, it'll lead to failure. Nothing she hates more than that. She lives only to succeed―an unfortunately very wrong concept engraved deeply into her thoughts. So where does she go? The beginning.
Delilah's first job was at a quaint little candy/chocolate shop (it was also somewhat of a bakery to be honest) which was specific towards insomnia. That's right. A shop around the corner of a rather non-busy sidewalk in her local neighborhood which stayed open all hours of the day and night and was particular about customers with insomnia. This was especially helpful for Delilah since this was her first job and she herself had insomnia. It worked tremendously since her employer was having trouble finding employees who could work the night shifts.
In she came, around midnight every night, for her shift at that shop. She'd sit behind the counter and wait, watching night prowlers scurry past the window-front. Delilah wasn't afraid though. She keeps frozen-hard ice cream sandwiches in a mini fridge tucked under the counter. Might there be a chance that someone tries to do something or take something from the shop, she's poised at the ready with frozen treats which can be as deadly as a stone when hurled at full force.
At this counter, she'd have an array of candies and chocolates sorted neatly in their display boxes. But, her favorite of the variety available at the shop were the Pocky. Mmmmm.
All the flavors ranging from classics like strawberry flavor to rather out-there ones like panda flavor. It was considered a somewhat relaxing pastime to sort through the piles whenever new boxes of pocky would arrive to restock the shelves. Delilah enjoyed stocking the small boxes of sweets and she found herself waiting with a sort of unnecessary need every time she was told 'the shelves should be restocked again soon!'
Because she was so good at her job, being the tidy neat-freak she is, at times her boss would allow her to choose any treat from the shop to have for free. And every single time, Delilah seized this opportunity to choose a new flavor of pocky. She'd almost gotten through all the flavors when she tasted the chocolate pocky. That's when her streak ended. No longer would Delilah be able to try flavors like green tea or banana. Since she'd sampled the classic chocolate flavor, she was hooked. Only that flavor would be the prized possession, the chosen one, each time her boss said she could pick a treat for free.
Nighttime customers will often walk up to the counter and find Delilah delicately munching on chocolate pocky with as much grace and dignity one can have when crumbs are tumbling from their lips, scattering on the counter and floor. It's really a sight to behold. A comical sight if you want a bit more detail about it.
You'd think she'd be surprised when several customers would suddenly strike up a conversation with her out of nowhere along the lines of 'do you know how to do this geometry problem?' or 'can you please help me with this essay?' But, she's not. Majority of the insomniac customers who wander into the shop at the last hours of the night into the early hours of the morning are students. Teenagers seeking advice on homework and other school things include drama. They come in one at a time, it isn't common to see them arriving in groups or in pairs, only slightly drowsy with tired eyes and the intention of sleeping, however not enough will to do so. So they she works, partly employee of the bakery shop and partly teacher for students trying to pass their classes in school. She's learned a lot since then. She's also learned that warm brownies are preferred over stone-cold cookies. Unless, of course, their oreo cookies available for dipping in milk. Albeit, her work at this shop has since ended and Delilah has moved on. But, on especially terrible nights, she'll find the strength and energy to head back to that bakery shop on the corner and buy a box of chocolate pocky.
. . .
wippity wippity wip
AAAAHH
OH MY GOODNESS
I AM SO SO SORRY
THIS IS A DREAMIE HHHH
finished ! ☆
