Originally posted by Ambience
Destiny
21
Reality distortionPersonality: Sultry, seductive, raw. That’s what Destiny used to be. It is true, that people go through phases in their lives. Her teen years were a bit of a whirlwind, the only memories of them she really had been clashes with the police, and fighting with her parents. Funny how people can change so much in one night, or actually in less then ten minutes. How you can be so scared, so traumatized by one thing that it can set you straight. Well at least for those unfortunate ones who aren’t smart enough to quite while they were ahead. Destiny was one of those unfortunate people; she learned her lesson on December fourteenth, at the tender age of sixteen.
Partying, running away, and breaking laws. Destiny used to be quite the handful until that dreadful incident happened over her Christmas break. Of course she never told anybody about that. But she became quiet and somewhat reserved, a proper lady. Free from all the drama she had been tied up in before, Destiny excelled in school. She found her passion for writing, and dedicated herself to it. Shedding her old life style wasn’t hard; she took transition and change very well as long as she had something to busy herself with. Destiny actually liked change in most aspects. Change had always symbolized growth in her life. Rough patches never sparked a problem, Destiny preferred solitude. Or she thought she did, only having one friend it was hard to tell. Nobody knew much about her; to be honest Destiny didn’t know much about herself either.
Destiny liked writing, Destiny was gentle, Destiny was honest, and Destiny was still to trusting for her own good. Those were what she knew for sure, and didn’t want to change them. Her young eyes had witnessed little more then two decades and still she knew so little. She didn’t perform well under pressure, and the idea of finding herself was almost insurmountable in light of also going to college to become a play write. It was time to be honest with herself, Destiny needed change desperately. She had grown out of her current situation, but she wasn’t willing to leave Jenna, her best friend.
Appearance:
Destiny was a relatively pretty girl. A delicate heart shaped face graced with large, soft pink pouty lips. They were all hers, that small button nose, defined cheek bones, hazel eyes and long eyelashes all framed by a curtain of silky sandy blonde hair. Destiny never got many compliments; she never really got out much to get them though. What was also true was that she had a nice physique. Long, wiry legs and proportioned hips, with a tiny waist which was dappled with small freckles. Destiny was pale, her cheeks always having a healthy rose colored glow to them and only one scar on her entire body.
History before the events taking place:
Destiny grew up in a catholic household, and in turn was a catholic. Her teen years were laced with drama, stress and later on actual fear. After one chilling ordeal she reformed, and focused on her education. After graduation she pursued a career as a play write, and wants her masters in English. While walking in on her English profession Guy Carrier, stealing the soul of her best friend she first used her light. Destiny doesn’t like using it, and doesn’t understand what it is. Nor does she know the full potential of her power because she refuses to acknowledge she has it.
Holy smokes msn-oh You are so approved. And thank you, Darth.