Daisy O'Brien, District four.
Jul 2, 2011 22:18:20 GMT -5
Post by Ally is tentatively back on Jul 2, 2011 22:18:20 GMT -5
Daisy. First of three. Born at 9:12 A.M. July second. Female.
[APPEARANCE]
Daisy is the only blonde child her mother gave birth to. A whitish-blonde that floats around her chubby infant-face in bouncy little ringlets. It's the color of buttermilk, but when wet is a medium blonde. Hence her name. Daisy. She also has milky-pale skin, with rosy cheeks.
Her eyes are big and blue. They remind everyone of robin's eggs, except for the edges, almost indigo, and the veins of aqua. They're rimmed with thick, silvery lashes that are perpetually brushing her cheeks, as her eyes are always half-shut dreamily.
She is, in a word, beautiful, and is the heaviest and healthiest of the triplets, at 5 pounds. She is a laughing, gurgling little baby who always smiles. Her pudgy hands can usually be found either reaching for a sister or patting down the hair of one of them. She's by far the most dreamy-looking of the triplets, as her sister Wisteria looks perpetually frightened or sick and her sister Violet looks too curious, and maybe a little sly.
But even Daisy is not immune to the scrinched up face of a newborn. She also has a blotchy birthmark on her back, which will most likely cause her to never wear a bikini or backless dress in her later life.
[PERSONALITY]
Daisy, she always laughs. Except when she hears one of her sisters crying. All three of the triplets cry together. Daisy will go through any pain, even now, to help her sisters, who she is so closely bonded with. The same heartbeats, the same soft breaths, these she shares with her sisters, more than heritage and a birthday. She shares with them the fabric of her very existence. So she cries, cries for all three of them, because should something happen to one of them, people may shrug and say gently, "Oh, they won't remember, they're too little." but they would. They would remember in the darkest parts of night when they (whoever the two who remained should be.) turned to each other and sobbed because they were two instead of three.
But otherwise Daisy laughs. She laughs and gurgles and coos, the sounds of a happy baby. In sleep, a smile lingers on her face, and her hand reaches to touch those of her sisters, next to her in the little crib. Daisy has a beautiful laugh, it fills her mother's heart with joy, overcoming the pain of her shattered life. It comforts her sisters. It makes anyone else who hears it stop and think "That baby girl will one day catch a man, probably on her laugh alone." Because when Daisy laughs, the world stops and wishes they knew why.
Daisy is a ferocious eater. She has a big appetite and is always ready for a feeding, her appetite worrying her mother. Li-Li already worries at being able to provide for the three girls, but with Daisy's appetite, she worries at just being able to provide for one of them.
[HISTORY]
I hear the loud noises. Shouting. And bright lights, too bright after the darkness. And where are my sisters? I wail and scream, I hate being separated from them, two so essential parts of myself. They're like my arms, only I knew my sisters before I had arms. I want them to be here!
Daisy was born first. She was immediately christened Daisy by her exhausted mother, who named the triplets before slipping into unconsciousness. She didn't wail much on the day of her birth, her irritated godmother and godfather laying the triplets down on a table where they instinctively clumped together. Daisy didn't fall asleep until calmed by the breathing of her sisters.
The man presumed to be Daisy's father left her mother just after getting her pregnant. Daisy has his coloring, the blonde hair and blue eyes, the only one of the three that does. She will most likely feel bad about this, about the fact that her mother has to know that her strongest child looks like the man that left the four of them. But for now she can be happy and laugh. She won't even hear about her father for many years. She won't know until she has to.
Daisy's parents met one night, and it quickly bloomed into love. They dated for a few weeks, and then her father left. Her mother will probably never get over it. But she will raise the triplets, and she will be as good of a mother as she can, deprived of the support of parents who disowned her, and forced to work long hours every day. But Daisy doesn't know this.
Odair
[APPEARANCE]
Daisy is the only blonde child her mother gave birth to. A whitish-blonde that floats around her chubby infant-face in bouncy little ringlets. It's the color of buttermilk, but when wet is a medium blonde. Hence her name. Daisy. She also has milky-pale skin, with rosy cheeks.
Her eyes are big and blue. They remind everyone of robin's eggs, except for the edges, almost indigo, and the veins of aqua. They're rimmed with thick, silvery lashes that are perpetually brushing her cheeks, as her eyes are always half-shut dreamily.
She is, in a word, beautiful, and is the heaviest and healthiest of the triplets, at 5 pounds. She is a laughing, gurgling little baby who always smiles. Her pudgy hands can usually be found either reaching for a sister or patting down the hair of one of them. She's by far the most dreamy-looking of the triplets, as her sister Wisteria looks perpetually frightened or sick and her sister Violet looks too curious, and maybe a little sly.
But even Daisy is not immune to the scrinched up face of a newborn. She also has a blotchy birthmark on her back, which will most likely cause her to never wear a bikini or backless dress in her later life.
[PERSONALITY]
Daisy, she always laughs. Except when she hears one of her sisters crying. All three of the triplets cry together. Daisy will go through any pain, even now, to help her sisters, who she is so closely bonded with. The same heartbeats, the same soft breaths, these she shares with her sisters, more than heritage and a birthday. She shares with them the fabric of her very existence. So she cries, cries for all three of them, because should something happen to one of them, people may shrug and say gently, "Oh, they won't remember, they're too little." but they would. They would remember in the darkest parts of night when they (whoever the two who remained should be.) turned to each other and sobbed because they were two instead of three.
But otherwise Daisy laughs. She laughs and gurgles and coos, the sounds of a happy baby. In sleep, a smile lingers on her face, and her hand reaches to touch those of her sisters, next to her in the little crib. Daisy has a beautiful laugh, it fills her mother's heart with joy, overcoming the pain of her shattered life. It comforts her sisters. It makes anyone else who hears it stop and think "That baby girl will one day catch a man, probably on her laugh alone." Because when Daisy laughs, the world stops and wishes they knew why.
Daisy is a ferocious eater. She has a big appetite and is always ready for a feeding, her appetite worrying her mother. Li-Li already worries at being able to provide for the three girls, but with Daisy's appetite, she worries at just being able to provide for one of them.
[HISTORY]
I hear the loud noises. Shouting. And bright lights, too bright after the darkness. And where are my sisters? I wail and scream, I hate being separated from them, two so essential parts of myself. They're like my arms, only I knew my sisters before I had arms. I want them to be here!
Daisy was born first. She was immediately christened Daisy by her exhausted mother, who named the triplets before slipping into unconsciousness. She didn't wail much on the day of her birth, her irritated godmother and godfather laying the triplets down on a table where they instinctively clumped together. Daisy didn't fall asleep until calmed by the breathing of her sisters.
The man presumed to be Daisy's father left her mother just after getting her pregnant. Daisy has his coloring, the blonde hair and blue eyes, the only one of the three that does. She will most likely feel bad about this, about the fact that her mother has to know that her strongest child looks like the man that left the four of them. But for now she can be happy and laugh. She won't even hear about her father for many years. She won't know until she has to.
Daisy's parents met one night, and it quickly bloomed into love. They dated for a few weeks, and then her father left. Her mother will probably never get over it. But she will raise the triplets, and she will be as good of a mother as she can, deprived of the support of parents who disowned her, and forced to work long hours every day. But Daisy doesn't know this.
Odair
