Ａｓ ｙｏｕ ｗａｌｋ ｏｎ ｂｙ， ｗｉｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｃａｌｌ ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ
Name;; Danika Shantel Bellamy
Nicknames;; Danny, Nika, Sha, Star, Frenchie
Name meanings;; Danika means morning star signifying not only the illumination that surrounds her but also her personality that seems to gleam whenever, Shantel is a name meaning to sing , Bellamy means beautiful friend.
Her thoughts on her name;; Not to sound like I'm better then you all or anything but I seriously love my name. It is extremely unique and all french. It flows beautifully and describes me perfectly. One would have thought my parents had known me for years instead of minutes.Reason I chose the name;; I simply adore the name Danika and I always have, but even though I already own a few other characters and haven't named any of them Danika it is because they haven't looked or developed into character as a Danika. Shantel is the name of one of my good friends in life and her personality literally seems to glow fitting for part of this makoatl's name don't you think? And the last name, Bellamy, I chose this name for the way it sounds, not necessarily a personal meaning, because to me it sounds pure. That is one thing that can not be replaced purity.
Ｗｏｎ＇ｔ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｅ ｓｅｅ ａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ
Gender;; Female
Label;; The princess (As opposed to a jock, a genius, a criminal, and a basket case) Of course if they really knew her they might think otherwise.
Sexuality;; Heterosexual
Nationality;; French
Outfit examples;; Casual,
FormalTrademarks;; Aviator sunglasses and scarves together no matter the weather, hair that would normally look 'emo' on anyone else, her beautiful accent with a classical voice when she is singing to match it.
Most often found;; Flirting with just about any boy she deems hot, working with her a cappela group, shopping at the nearest mall with at least two floors.
The one thing that takes people aback;; Many people just by looking at her expect her to be your typical high school prom queen, selfish, ambitious, snotty, seductive, I could go on and on. But once they listen to her speak they realize why she isn't in that group. It's because she cares.
How 'bout that glow;; As if people don't already have enough reasons to stare at this beautiful girl, she glows in the depths. Whether it's in the depths of the water, the depths of the cave, or the depths of her very soul. Sometimes she forgets it's even there, and then someone off the lights in her classroom. However it attracts negative attention as well, she has yet to cope with that.
Human & anthro appearance;;Hair:
Her hair is a soft, light and cheerful brown that can only be described as mouse brown. That is of course the only natural color in her hair, though she possesses beautiful streaks of ombre yellow orange and white that appear sparingly in her hair. Normally styled into ringlets, coiffed and braided bun, or a generic messy bun.
Eyes:
Her eyes, although I hate to describe them to those who don't have a picture already, should be described as a mix of cobalt and ocean blue.
Frame:
Danika is definitely within the category of
petite. But don't mention that too her, she has the bite and bark of a dog twice your size.
Height:
5 ft 3.565 inches, yes, she is that touchy about her height.
Weight:
Tipping the scales at 100 pounds.
Fitness level:
You wouldn't find an once of unnecessary flab on her, she may be small, but she is mighty.
Complexion:
Slight tan, fair skin, rarely flares with acne.
Make up:
Natural pallets onlyanthro:Fur
soft and medium length
Ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅｓ ａｎｄ ｄｏｕｂｔｓ
Phobias;; Achluophobia- Fear of darkness
Agateophobia- Fear of insanity
Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotten or ignored or forgetting
Atychiphobia- Fear of failure
Daemonophobia- Fear of demons
Dishabiliophobia- Fear of undressing in front of someone
Iatrophobia- Fear of going to the doctor
Within the stories at the end of this form and possibly art as well you might just as well learn the reasons for these fears.
People she hasn't forgotten and much less forgiven;;My father, he left us, and the house was never the same. Doubt intruded our walls, I was often alone.
The doctors, they didn't help my mother, they helped death take her
Myself, because although inside I seem a mess, on the outside I insist to be an angel.
Ｇｉｖｉｎｇ ｍｅ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ａｎｄ ｏｕｔ
Likes;;✘ Classical and hip hop music
✘ Italian and french foods
✘ Singing
✘ Light places
✘ Cheerful people
✘ Sprinkles on her beverages and ice cream
✘ Hot tubs
✘ Massages
✘ Fantasy
Favorites;;Entertainment~
Song- Don't Forget About Me- Simple Mind
The first time I heard this song I literally froze, it applied directly to my relationship with my father. Except the fact that we're not each others love interest c: Movie- The Breakfast Club
I admit, it may have some interesting humor, but the message is extremely powerfull.Hobby~
Her Pinterest BoardStore~
Hobby Lobby
I may seem to be one of those girls who wouldn't get her hands dirty or sticky, but I absolutely adore crafts.Food~
Entree-
Shrimp pesto
Appetizer-
Baked potato
Dessert-
Chocolate covered strawberries, no contest.
Beverage-
Strawberry shake with chocolate chunks.
Ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕ ａｐａｒｔ
Personality;; On the outside I'm smiling but on the inside I'm dying
From the outside-
To the average person who knows more about Danika then just her looks~
Danika is the most legitimate person you'll ever meet. She's sweet, kind, and caring. Doesn't bat a lash at any insult you could throw her way. But throw it at her friends and watch out, you'll get a well practiced tail to your face. The average person doesn't know much about Danika. If they knew anymore about her she may just have to kill them.
From her own perspective~
I am a monster, screwed over by a simple event in the past over and over until the old me was gone. As Loki puts it so brilliantly I lie and kill in the service of liers and killers. Revenge is the one thing that fueled my passion in the beginning, and now my soul is figuratively sold in a contract with the devil. Although I myself am my own devil. It is not natural for one to be as two-faced as I am, I flirt and counsel in the light; but I murder and plunder in the dark.
And I can't stop myself, it is as I am an i pod and someone has set this song of my life into replay forever and ever.
I can not tell you much more, you should fear for your safety.Pick and choose your Judgement;;Is she what she thinks she is? Base your judgement on these excerpts from her life.
The cloaked makoatl fled down the dark alleyway, seeking an apartment window as to escape her pursuers. She scanned her surroundings as her paws fell nearly silently over the trash littered concrete, then she found her prize. She swung herself in through the open window, the only thing left as the group of cops neared the dead end was a silent gust of wind blowing a crumpled piece of brown note paper across the ground.
A young cop from the group opened his paw and reached for the intriguing piece of paper, only to be stopped by his captain. "I wouldn't pick that up son. Heaven knows what has been on these grounds." The older man grunted, seemingly disgusted with what he presumed was the younger man's competence level.
If only he'd picked up that paper, for this is what he would have found:
" Your kind call me many things, but none of them are accurate. Those who go to my school, they associate me with many things many ideals, and none of those are spot on. What I wish to tell you, is where to find me. I am sick of this monster I have become, but I warn you the monster will fight for the only thing that matters to it, it's life. You will find me at your station the moment it opens, I will be there to report a crime, or rather the monster will. That crime report will blow you off of anything you might have discovered.
The soul within the monster hopes to see you there,
Bellamy"
She hung up the phone exasperated, another session canceled, it was like the psychiatrist refused to meet with her. If only he could rid her of the monster within, but she would have to meet with him first. She felt like her glow was dimming every time she thought of the darkness devouring her soul, it would have to be stopped.
She walked into the febreezed office nervously, messing with the end of her scarf and then reaching up to tip her hat lower. The older makoatl waved her in, gesturing towards the couch in front of him. Danika laid down on it without a protest, waiting for the inevitable flood of questions.
"So, tell my about your emotional cycle this past week Ms.... Bellamy is it?" The doctor began firmly.
Danika shrugged and shoved her aviators further down her nose, looking at him with her ocean blue eyes," Well, that is why I'm here Doc. I don't know."
She checked another mark on her calender, the red marks erratically filling seemingly random dates. In fact, those were the days that she had won a battle over the monster. Every time she went to the doctor her mood increased slightly, and although she was no longer performing the activities of a paid assassin she still experienced violent moods, and she still accidentally hurt people. However, with every passing moment she was only more sure that the darkness was going to strike back.
My song is almost bittersweet;; On a damp and depressing rainy night an entire hospital staff fell into shock, a little bundle of joy had arrived, and she glowed. Her mother was overjoyed and her father wasn't there. Her father would have nothing to do with her, he had wanted a son, instead he got a sun. She would pay the rest of her life for that.
I am truly sorry
I have had no discipline the last month, four or more adopts went up that ended around the same time. I couldn't help myself, I procrastinated. I claim full responsibility for my laziness, and would like you to know that I would have done more for her. But I couldn't, thank you for taking the time to create such a wonderful makoatl. I haven't seen a more beautiful one yet.
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