LIPENOWSKI, daisy elizabeth [finished!]

[daisy elizabeth lipenowski]

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way

DAISY ELIZABETH LIPENOWSKI

Masks we wear to disguise the truth.
We can never go back to that place.
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It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

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Name: Spidey
Age: 15
Rping experience: 2 years
Rping level: moderate?
How did you find us: caution (:

Where's your gavel, your jury, what's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me, well sentence me to another life

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Full Name: Daisy Elizabeth Lipenowski
Nickname(s): Daisy Graves
Age: Sixteen
Birthday:April 12
Status: Single, slightly crushing
Sexuality: Bisexual
Time spent at Horizon: 3 months
Canon or Original: Cannon

Group: Student
Grade: 10
Horizon Group: Cliffhangers
Why are you here: I beat my father with his own golf club.
Staff Position: only for counselors [subject you teach and/or group you run]

Don't wanna hear your sad songs, don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault cause you know we're not the same

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Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Height:5’5’’
Weight: 114 lbs.
Build: Average
Tattoos and/or piercings: Ears pierced.
Style:Daisy likes to wear dark clothing. Black skinny jeans with chains, mini skirts with studs, black cargo boots or Dr. Marten’s and some kind of black shirt. For a while, Daisy caked her face with pale makeup and thick eyeliner, but it’s beginning to thin out quite a bit. Her style has gone from extreme to not so bad over the past few months. She still dresses the same and uses a lot of eyeliner.
Play By: Kaya Scodelario

The friends who stuck together, we wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good

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Likes [5+]: Makeup, piercings and tattoos, fascination with death, vampires, odd people, people who leave her alone, being a misfit, voodoo dolls and tarot cards, comics, sci-fi, movies with a lot of action, fire, loud screamo music, cigarettes,
Dislikes [5+]: “Perfect” people, her parents, liars, golf, pastel colors, cute little animals, kids, people who ask too many questions, councilors, adults, people in general, drinking,
Fears [1+]: Snapping on someone else, drunk people, turning into a drunk, having no future,
Strengths [3+]: Reading tarot cards, independent, drawing, imaginative/creative, not letting people see her emotions, keeping her thoughts to herself, being brutally honest, sarcasm,
Weaknesses [3+]: Candy, men and women, being forced to do something, getting into trouble, threating people, short tempered, takes things personally,
Secrets [1+]: Daisy is bisexual, she beat her father within an inch of his life with a golf club and didn’t regret it one bit.
Overall personality [at least 2 paragraphs; each 6+ sent.]: From the outside, people see Daisy as your typical goth freak, the person that no one talks to. They think she is a cold hearted girl, which is true until you get to know the real girl behind the mask. Although it might not look like she does, Daisy has feelings and emotions, but she pushes them away and buries them deep inside herself. She has a short fuse and gets angry very easily. It is hard for her to control herself, hence, the reason why she is stuck here in the first place. Daisy isn’t a huge fan of being sent here, but she can’t really complain. As long as she is far away from her father it doesn’t matter.

This girl isn’t a people person. She has very few friends, in fact, she’s lucky if she can confide in one person. Daisy prefers to keep to herself. She refuses to talk to the councilors who keep sending her off with groups of people. They’re trying to make her more outgoing, a more social person, when it has made her comfortably numb. Daisy has a hard time forgiving people because she can never push aside what they have done. She has a very good memory as well as a violent and graphic mind. Daisy is usually on the outside looking in. She doesn’t want to be part of the ‘in’ crowd; she just wants to be alone. The girl has a habit of talking to herself a little bit more than what is considered normal. She reads a lot and loves science, especially forensics. Daisy is very good at fixing things, it was one of those talents that she picked up while living at home with two drunk parents.

You treat me just like another stranger
Well it's nice to meet you sir

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Birthplace: East Brunswick, New Jersey
Hometown: East Brunswick, New Jersey
Heritage: Polish
Mother: Eliza Lipenowski
Father: Mikal Lipenowski
Sibling(s): An older brother.
Other important family members: N/a
Pet(s): Stray cat named Benji.

History [at least 2 paragraphs; 5+ sentences each]: Daisy can’t even remember a time where her parents were even remotely sober. It’s always been a mix in the morning, beer for lunch, vodka for dinner and more than enough brandy and scotch before bedtime. Why they drank so much? Daisy’s parents told her that they did it because of her. Everything was her fault, never her brother’s fault. She was the family screw up even though she barely did anything wrong. There was no reason for the blame. She was just labeled as a troublemaker since birth. Daisy was just very curious, finding out things that she shouldn’t, she was adventurous, but that was normal for a kid. She had to find things to occupy herself because of the state of her parents. Kids in her class would never be allowed to come over and play, no one wanted to be her friend because their parents told them that she was a bad seed. Daisy had to make up her own friends, imaginary ones. Her brother and parents picked on her for it and eventually physically punished her for having them at the age of twelve. The girl was sent home from school a few times for the bruises, her teachers became suspicious of her parents. They questioned her, but she insisted that everything at home was alright. She kept herself home from school for a few days at a time when the bruises were bad. Still having no friends, the girl began to go a little stir crazy, talking to herself to keep herself company. She turned to writing and tarot cards to keep herself busy. Daisy kept a notebook, which she filled with her deepest thoughts and secrets, questions that she didn’t have anyone to ask. She went to the cemetery or the train yard to write. It was the only quiet place that she knew her parents and brother wouldn’t go to. Eventually her brother found her notebook and showed it to her parent. At first they just laughed at her for it, mocking her for her thoughts. Then they found the pages with Daisy’s confessions and the family’s secrets, her morbid thoughts. Things only got worse from there. The girl’s punishments got worse and more violent. She began to distance herself from everything, everyone. Everything she said was followed by a backhand and her parents drinking increased.

Thirteen. The age where girls try to grow up, where backstabbing and catfights become more common, where abnormality is a sin and everyone is striving to be perfect. Wearing makeup was a huge steppingstone for Daisy. It meant that she could cover up the bruises and pretend that everything was okay even though it wasn’t. It was a mask that she could hide behind in the worst of times. Things around the house began to get uglier and uglier. One day when the girl was fifteen, someone in the cafeteria dumped their drink on Daisy’s head as a dare from another student. She was humiliated and ran to the bathroom to wash the sticky liquid off of her face and out of her hair, in the process washing her thick, white makeup off her face. Before she could reapply, a girl saw the bruises and ran off to tell a teacher. This was one of Daisy’s worst nightmares. Guidance counselors and teachers all got involved, interrogating her about her home life. The girl shut herself away, not knowing what to say or how to handle the situation she stayed quiet, but she never revealed anything about the abuse. While Daisy was still in school, cops were sent to her house to investigate. They confronted her mother and father who weren’t completely intoxicated at the time. Her parents turned the cops away, convincing them that there was nothing wrong. When Daisy returned home from school that afternoon, all hell broke loose in the Lipenowski household. The girl was greeted by a nice, strong slap in the face. The blows continued, getting more violent. Daisy picked up the nearest object to defend herself with: her father’s 7 iron golf club, and swung at him with it. His first yelp of pain made something click in the girl’s mind. For the first time she felt more powerful. She wanted revenge. Hit after hit, she continued beating her father down, his screams and pleading seemed to fuel her. She kept going until the screaming stopped, dropping the golf club next to her father’s barely breathing and broken body. She just stood there, silently staring at what she had done, not regretting it one bit. Her mother and brother returned home soon after, calling the cops as soon as they saw the damage. The cops sent Daisy to Horizon, ignoring the pleading of her family to lock her up.

Three months later, Daisy received a call informing her that her mother had passed away in a drunk driving accident. She merely laughed claiming that karma had finally paid her back. She was expecting it though. Her tarot cards told her that she would soon be faced with death that would bring peace to her. Daisy’s only friend, Shelby and her counselor, Sophie, brought her to the funeral where she was forced to see her parents and brother again face to face. The few months at Horizon had made her comfortably numb, but being back home and seeing her father, mother and brother again brought back the pains of her childhood. She smiled at her father, a malicious gleam in her eyes as she saw fear in his. That bit satisfied her. Daisy didn’t stay for long because in the middle of the readings, Daisy snapped. People were talking about how wonderful her mother was, how she had raised a nice, young man and ‘didn’t blame her for how her daughter turned out to be’. Daisy flipped out, yelling and screaming about how her parents screwed her up, how they were never sober enough and she had to fend for herself her whole life. She was restrained and escorted out of the building. On the ride home, the girl sat looking out the window, streams of tears and dripping black makeup drying on her cheeks, her gaze was cold and hard. For the next few days Daisy refused to talk to anyone, she distanced herself from everyone there as well. After a while she began to soften up a bit, realizing that she had nothing to hide from anymore. Her parents and brother weren’t around to beat her anymore, so there was no need to cover her face with makeup. She had nothing to keep secret because everyone there was just as screwed up as she was.

I guess I'll go
I best be on my way out

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Rp sample [may be from other site; must meet posting requirements]: Kat Evans walked down to the Great Hall for lunch after skipping three of her four morning classes. She had spent almost her entire morning making students think they were going insane, entirely bonkers. Every look of utter confusion that crossed a student’s face gave her satisfaction. She liked messing with people’s heads, even if she wasn’t too good at it. It was the start of a new way of amusing herself. The girl was crafty and cunning, able to outwit some of the Ravenclaws. It was far from academic knowledge that she needed to get through her life. It was her street sense that paved her path of destruction.

While picking at the food in the dish in front of her, word was passed around that there was some kind of meeting after lunch. Katherine wasn’t particularly thrilled, but she didn’t plan on going to that class either, so it wasn’t as if she would be missing anything. The meeting was just a legitimate excuse for her to skip a class. She shrugged it off and picked a bit more at her food. The fine feast that spread across the table didn’t tickle her taste buds. The girl wasn’t picky eater, but as an animagus, she wasn’t inclined to like normal food; and she wasn’t going to eat any of that cat food either. Kat preferred hunting for her food, eating it fresh from the forest with the heart still beating.

The girl rose from the bench and walked out of the dining hall. She needed to stretch, not that she couldn’t do it before in all the extra time that she had on her hands, but whatever; she didn’t want to draw a crowd to the meeting. In mid-stride, Katherine morphed into her animagus form, a bright orange tabby cat, more like kitten, who went by the name Calypso. She padded down the corridors silently, climbing the moving staircases with ease and maneuvering though the small crowds of students that passed her.

After a couple of minutes, Kat reached the abandoned classroom and spoke the password out loud. The door swung open and the cat trotted through. A stench of cigarettes and old, moldy books made her nose and whiskers twitch in disgust, practically snarling. Calypso’s tiny paws padded against the cement floor as she trotted between two isles of desks to the front of the room. She leapt up onto the Professor’s desk and licked her paw, smoothing out the fur on the top of her head. The cat then morphed into it’s human form, a small, sixteen year old girl with hair the color of red velvet cupcakes. A malicious and evil smirk played across her thin, pink lips, her eyes still citrine yellow and cat-like. “Shall we get this show on the road?” she asked, her eyes were big an innocent though the devilish smirk would say otherwise.

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Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

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