Post by Lana on May 15, 2014 21:42:34 GMT
|| Lana Alexandria Dovelle ||
"The heart speaks what the mind is full of."
Female ♀
Age of 20
Ethnicity of American
Hometown is Brooklyn, New York
Responds to Lana, La, Ms.Dovelle, and Little Bird
|| Personality ||
“The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy.”
Lana Alexandria Dovelle is what most would describe as a free-spirited, rebellious girl who takes nonsense from no one.
She is known for her wild and anything-but-docile attitude. Her demeanor is confident and somewhat cocky;
however she does have some modesty to balance herself out. Lana is extremely fiesty and crude; a bit caustic, even.
Lana is a naturally charismatic person; who most come across her she is sometimes feared from her confidence; but she is also respected, and sometimes envied.
Very cunning and clever, especially with her sharp tongue and attitude. Lana isn't one to react that well to hurtful or snide remarks.
If you try to get a rise out of her, she'll make you pay tenfold. She is a stubborn and hard-headed girl who hates to be proven wrong.
|| Appearance ||
"Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."
Lana has natural beauty; porcelain skin, flawless of blemishes except for a thin, white scar running from the side of her throat, to the bottom of her earlobe.
Her eyes are a striking blue: light, like a frozen pond during the depths of winter with some bits and pieces of silver. She has long lashes that fan her high, naturally-rosy, cheekbones.
Full, normally dark lips, that are naturally curved into a side-smirk. A "bandits" smile, some say.
Her hair is a golden/dirty blonde pigment, cascading down to her chest and curling somewhat at the tips.
She appears to be somewhat short, and much too curvy for her small height of 5 feet 4 inches. She has long legs, and a shorter torso.
A small tattoo, one of a black star symbol of some sorts near her collar bone. Also, a picture of "TAC {The Apparatus Call}" logo on her stomach/side.
|| History ||
"Let the past make you better, not bitter."
Lana Alexandria Dovelle was born the middle child of Gabriel and Rose's three children.
First, Xavier, a tall and lean boy with a cold appearance but very loving once you got to know him.
He had a mess of blonde hair, with the same dazzling blue eyes as myself.
Then came myself, Lana, followed by Daniel a few years later: Who was a cherub-looking child with golden locks and dark brown eyes.
Like the heavens sent him themself. Everyone always adored Daniel for his kind and loving ways. He was the family favorite, and everyone knew it.
....
It wasn't many years ago when Pap (Gabriel) found out that Rose was cheating on him with some international businessman.
Ah, the divoce papers were soon in the mail, and we could no longer afford our five bedroom home.
My father went to court with that disloyal bag of a mother I had, and we moved out of Brooklyn, and towards the less expensive countryside.
I, for one, adjusted amazingly, within the first few months I managed to get good marks and even a boyfriend- despite his slight angermanagement issues.
Daniel always made friends, so the move was about as natural as anything for him. And he adjusted just as well as I did.
Xavier, on the other hand, hated the place. He was always attached to mom, so I guess that hit home for him. He lashed out, became violent, and resoted to drugs as an 'escape.'
My living in the countryside wasnt very memorable, but an experience I do recall was the first summer we moved in:
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My boyfriend, Salem, was over, and Xavier was supposed to be incharge of the household while Dad was away.
Xavier, like usual, was high off of god-knows-what in his bedroom, and Daniel was in the next room over playing videogames.
I guess he must've heard the yelling, Daniel, or the shaking of the closet door as Salem threw me against it, his hand clamping around my neck.
Daniel entered, nervously, and tried to pry Salem from myself. I started shaking, and slid down the closet door, and began sobbing before I heard my brother whimper.
When I looked up, my brother's nose was streaming crimson, and Salem walked out the door, grabbing his keys and coat.
I went over to my brother, and when the bleeding wouldnt stop, I decided to rush him to the hospital.
Dad called off work to rush to the hospital as well, and all of us, except Xavier were in there while the nurse cleaned him up.
They gave him a cat-scan and an X-ray to check if his nose- or any other bones- were broken.
What they found was twice as devastating.
My brother, the cheery, cherub-looking child, sent from heaven itself, had leukemia.
The next few months, every single day after school, I drove myself to the hospital to see Daniel.
The hospital bills skyrocketed, and Gabriel started working a third job to keep everything together.
He wouldnt allow me to work just yet- saying I had to "enjoy life" for Daniel.
Daniel grew weaker by the months, and the half a year we had together wasn't enough.
His funeral was depressing, and I cried through the whole ceremony.
The brightest in our family, Daniel, who had so much to live for, was stripped of his potential.
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I guess the loss struck Xavier the hardest. They were pals, and when Xavier wasnt drunk or drugged- they got along like peanut butter and jelly.
Xavier delved deeper into the drug-gang that dwelled at our local Gas Shop, until one day, a bad heroin needle struck him.
Despite my warnings, and constant nagging, Xavier disobeyed me and got HIV from drugs. The very thing I told him to stay away from.
Xavier was shaken from his high state, and he fled. From Dad, from the house, from me. I havent heard of him since then.
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Skip forward almost a year, and Dad's found a "lovely" new fiance, Sarah.
She's a nightmare, and she knows it: and she has my father wrapped around her finger, so blindly fooled.
I hope he could see what an evil shrew he's about to marry.
Once upon a time Sarah had her fist bruising my face, and that story likes to repeat itself almost daily.
Dad was always at work, and Sarah always disliked the way I dressed, spoke, acted, and breathed.
I fought back once or twice, but I caught on that the less I ressisted, the quicker it ended.
On one occassion, Sarah popped my arm out of it's socket, and when Dad came home she simply said
"Clumsy little bird, Lana, fell down the stairs." And Dad, that naive little prick, didn't ask any questions.
That was the last straw, and I threw myself at her, limp arm and all.
Once Dad pried myself from her, he scolded me heavily before taking me to the hospital.
I love the fake shocked reaction Sarah gave while the nurse told me I had a dislocated shoulder.
It didnt matter anyways, because after I was fixed up, I took my savings, packed a bag, and left for good.
I was gone within less than a day, and nobody would know where I was going.
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Several months later, and I'm working at a Gun & Pawn shop. I own a small studio apartment, and Rick, the owner, has agreed to pay my rent if I helped him give shooting range lessons.
I, for one, didn't know how to shoot a gun. All up until now. And would ya know, I have a perfect aim? Rick says it's because of my stubborness that I refuse to miss a target.
Did that make me laugh. It's pretty good like this, living in Cutthroat City, even if I have to work at a Gun & Pawn. I plan on quitting soon, anyways.
It's much better here than it was there.
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"I wouldn't put my money on the other guy."
My first encounter with a gang was at a small Club near the edge of the city.
When law enforcement weren't around, the gangs would break out into fights.
The surrounding people soon caught on, and started putting wages on one of the members.
It was a small gambling organization, and they deicded to throw the little bird, Lana, in. Despite myself not being a gang member; they didnt care.
They offered her a good deal of money if she won, so I decided to go for it. Why not, right?
The Leader of The Apparatus Call was paired against me. A tall, muscular guy with a mess of brown hair, and tattoo's covering both his arms.
He seemed overly confident, and Lana seemed to cool for comfort. He spat some insults, and that just revved the fiesty girl up further.
Sure, he got a good hits in, but with a swift uppercut to the jaw, the leader was on the floor within seconds.
Lana happily took her money prize and was on her way. Or so I thought.
Walking from the Club to her car, a pair of beefy hands grabbed me, and out of instincts, I screamed, clawed, and kicked.
I wormed my way free, only to spin on my attacker to see a gang member of Apparatus.
"Yo, Little Bird! You sure know how to fight! The leader, Canin, has been waiting to recruit a girl." His heavy New York accent was coated in the scent of a recent ciggarette.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, shooting him a cautious glance. This kid couldn't be serious, right?
He caught my expression and rubbed the back of his neck, giving a sheepish smile.
"I'm serious LB, you've got some serious skill! C'mon, at least talk to him."
I sighed and agreed, seeing as this kid wouldn't let up until I gave in.
I would talk to the leader, politely reject, and leave.
It was a month or two later, and the leader himself was in the Pawn Shop.
I tried to shuffle them out the door, but they promised they were here strictly business.
Canin sold us a valuable antique gun that was made for WWII, and my boss, told us to re-sell it.
The Pawn Shop business is simple. You pay us to sell your things- and you get a profit from it, once it's sold.
Or so we thought. Just as I was about to put the thing on the shelf, I tripped, and fell.
Right. Onto. The. Valuable. Gun.
Canin seemed oddly calm about it, but my boss wouldn't stop going off on me.
I was now in debt to the gang, The Apparatus Call.
And they knew just the thing to pay off the debt....~
|| Themesong ||
"In these bodies you will live. In these bodies you will die. Where you invest your love, you invest your life."
Rejects - 5 Seconds Of Summer
Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance
Blame It - Of Mice and Men - Punk Goes Pop
Beaten In Lips - Beartooth
|| Extras ||
"It's not the load that breaks you down. It's the way you carry it."
Occupation is Gun & Pawn Shooting Range Assistant
Belongs to The Apparatus Call [Gang Leader]
Interested in Nobody
Orientaion is Pansexual (Prefers Men)
Girlfriend/Wife to No Man
Mother to No Kids
Weapons are a dual set of butterfly knives, and an assortment of guns.
Created by Jane-Doe
5.15.14