Post by Della Miller on Oct 7, 2017 22:30:21 GMT -5
Della Rachel Miller
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Name: Della Miller
Nickname: Maybe Del
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Sexuality: Straight
Fairytale: Rumpelstiltskin
Year: Resident
Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker
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Personality: Funny thing about aging a decade; your mess of a personality gets smoothed out. She’s gotten far better at regulating her emotions and making decisions for herself…although honestly she now carries a flask everywhere, so it’s entirely possible she’s just as much of a mess as ever, but has gotten better at hiding it.
Della was always a little bit of a cynic, and that hasn't changed too much. She's just learned that while Sturgeon's Law is VERY much in effect, the second part about how the 10% of good is worth dying for. Once you do gain her trust? You can’t ask for a more loyal friend. She will literally fight to the death for you, and truthfully doesn’t care if she’s the one who winds up dying so long as you’re okay. She's gained quite a bit of confidence in the midst of growing up and making a decent life for herself, which is always a good thing. She’s very emotional, which seems to be her greatest flaw as well as her greatest strength, since it causes so many unnecessary problems for her, but it’s also where her strong heart comes from.
You would think someone like her would be a total stiff, but there’s a very witty, sarcastic young woman who clearly has a sense of fun to cover up the insecure parts most of the time. Whether it’s about the latest amazing book she’s read (she has a thing for 18th century literature) or even just one of your problems, she’s actually a pretty good conversationalist.
She's also become a lot more nostalgic in the past few years, even missing the insanity that her alma mater used to dish out.
Appearance: While Della doesn’t really draw too much attention or importance to it, she’s actually a very pretty woman, with peaches and cream skin and auburn hair that will look like fiery red hair or light brown depending on the light, and coffee brown eyes that seem to reflect her every emotion. She’s fairly short at 5’4 (which she has never been too happy about) and you definitely can’t call her fat, but she’s not quite a stick either. Becoming a semi successful adult has expanded her options for clothes, and usually while she’s in her office you’ll likely see her dressed rather professionally, which would probably astound a lot of her school friends. Fortunately when it's just her being herself, her fashion sense hasn't changed all that much.
History: The first two years of Della’s life were probably very normal, if her father Harry’s stories are anything to go on, but then her mother committed suicide. Della found out the circumstances of her mother’s death through eavesdropping, and resented the woman’s memory from a young age. It wasn’t like the Millers were rich before, but seeing as her dad’s only skill was writing and that wasn’t bringing that much money in, things were becoming extremely difficult. It didn’t help that Della was constantly hearing smug rich girls call him a bum, and found every little thing to pick at with her family. Needless to say, this got Della angry (mostly insulting her dad, truth be told), and she had a habit of smacking her adversaries with whatever book she was carrying (she learned how to read in a manner similar to Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird rather quickly). This, obviously, wasn’t the best way to start making oneself social, and while Della got over the whole “violence a la literature” after some time, she basically got used to the idea that she didn’t want friends.
Still, things were getting harder and harder as she got older, even as she tried to help her dad make ends meet. They needed a miracle, or a very good lie or they were getting evicted. So when she got the oddest envelope from her guidance counselor, telling her she had somehow gotten a scholarship to Tintagel…she was a wee bit surprised. Even more surprising was the fact that she wound up accepting it, when usually she’d probably be waiting for the cameramen to pop up and scream, “Gotcha!” or for some sort of catch to come up. Something told her that this was something she could trust, for some reason. Around the same time, their landlord was about to tell them that this was the very last straw, and she was compelled to do yet another thing she wouldn’t do under most circumstances…or really, anything, really. She figured she’d never claim any magical qualities unless she were on LSD, seeing as magic didn’t exist right? Yet she blurted it out; “I can spin straw into gold, I had been saving this for an emergency, just please don’t evict my dad and I’ll be able to pay you, I promise.”
Needless to say, this led to quite a bit of stress when she first arrived at the school that would change her life. While she still hasn’t found a way to actually, you know, spin for gold, she’s done a few more impossible things, from training for a war in Wonderland, to having her mind manipulated several times, to actually making friends for the first time…to even daring to fall in love. Even accepting that love’s proposal…
And then, everything changed when…okay no, we’re not doing this. The point is, there was a huge war on campus, and Della was in the heat of battle the last time she was there…and the very next thing she knew after she was calling for everyone she cared about in her new world, she was waking up in the bed she had not slept in outside of Christmas vacations for years…fortunately her dog Rook had made it back with her…but despite her best efforts to move on, she couldn’t let go of the place she called home all that time.
Over a decade passed, and Della got into the private investigator business, paying special attention to cases that might be considered unusual in her world. Her world may not have very much magic, but that’s hardly the same as having none, after all. When she wasn’t working on cases or writing (she’s a published novelist now, no JK Rowling, but she has some fans), she was keeping a sharp eye out for any sign, any at all, to come home…to maybe find some closure with her fiancé, whose ring she hasn’t taken off all this time. Sure, she’s had prospects, and maybe even would have said yes…but unlike her father, who finally remarried (a fellow grieving woman from the past, Kira de los Santos), she has no way of knowing what happened to her beloved, and she refuses to give up until she knows.
Ironic how, in the aftermath of finally having to lay a fourteen year old Rook to rest, she finally noticed a sign...and taking out her old AD52, she’s followed that portal, hoping she doesn’t find herself caught in a trap.
Other: Look at us, here we are, right where we belong...
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Sometimes she could still hear the clashing of swords, or the bursts of magic. What she couldn’t always remember was which sound came from which side. She was fairly certain that lack of clarity was why she had started crying out for friends to show her any signs of life in the first place…
She lifted her head up with a start, and it didn't take her a very long or hard look to realize that she had fallen asleep in her office again...right on her laptop no less. There was an array of completely incoherent letters going down numerous pages. She wrinkled her nose and proceeded to press the "undo" button as many times as it took before she got back to the latest adventures of Elise...the first book had been doing all right, after all, so why not...why not go back, right?
Why not go back...her gaze moved towards her left hand, where in the midst of the shadow, there was a little jewel from her ring that managed to catch what little light was in the room right now, most likely from the moon at the window. It's not as if the person who gave her this ring was the only thing she missed...but gods, that was a big factor...when she wasn't helping clients or writing, she was looking for a way back, partially because of him...she even explained to her father the other day; "It's not that I think it's hopeless if I don't get back to him...I just know I owe us closure if I'm going to even try to move on."
But...honestly, she was pretty certain she wouldn't even if she was given that chance...
It was the fact that the diamond was glowing brighter that snapped her out of her second daze. With a gasp, she glanced up, reaching for her AD52 that she had hidden in her desk...and it was just as well, because she recognized what was in the center of her office for what it was...
It couldn't be that easy, could it?
Her heart pounded as she lifted herself up, gripping her gun as she moved forward, through the newly glowing shadows in the room...and despite the fact that she knew damn well this could get her killed (why else go in armed), she stepped forward...
