Dille is a little trapped in her own little world. She's a little odd and mysterious, which can make it hard to actually get under her skin.

She's lonely but she's never really attempted to change that because of her weaknesses in trust and lack of conformity to what is considered "normal" socialization as she wasn't raised in a very typical way. She likes to be in control of every detail of her life and letting go, or letting someone else take over is something she just cannot live with.

Without a doubt, Dille trusts far too easily. It keeps her living the sheltered life which her family framed for her from a very early age. But what happens when someone enters her life whom she trusts more than her family? That is a situation which has not been tested, but eventually will be as she lives her life. Her trust builds foundations for her life, but what if these foundations are built on lies? Or perceived lies? It's very likely everything she knows could come crumbling down around her. Dille's life is a house built of cards and so far, no wind has kicked up to blow it down.

But life can't always be that way. In this same vein, she also has an incredibly difficult time standing up for herself and what she wants. More often than not luck has landed on her side and her hard-work has gotten her far in ??, but she's never had to really fight for what she wants. That's really a good thing, because Dille isn't quite sure she'd be able to do it. God forbid it actually happens.

Vital statistics
Name
Nicknames
Gender
Age
Birthday
Zodiac
Origin
Status
Looks like
Dille Anne Ainsley
Dilly, Dilliane
Female
Young adult (20+)
Autumn baby
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England
Dating with Azar
Astrid Berges-Frisbey
Variable statistics
Currently
Occupation
Residence
Location
Written at
Probably picking flowers and exploring the woods
Vet student and works at the local petting zoo
North Ryemead, home in the woods
England
kind
trusting
quirky
easily distracted
passionate
positive
naive
odd
true
fragile
playful
emotional
loyal
young
modest
gentle
Being just tall enough to reach an ideal height to a model, and having a body in a perfect balance between feminine and athletic - which she keeps in check by frequently going for a run -,

Dille actually did a few modelling gigs when she was younger to fund her college life. It was nothing more than a way of getting a few pennies and she has never thought she is, well, beautiful.

That doesn't mean she wouldn't try to make herself look good, no; practical doesn't equal boring to her. Her simple way of dressing, jeans, shirts, boots, gets that little hint of luxury from good materials and a fitting cut. Make-up Dille uses in finer occasions, those in which she can even be seen in a dress. That's quite rare, though, because she has a large scar on her knee which she got when she wanted to prove to everyone she was just as good of a rider as her mother.

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She oozes relaxation, much like chamomile or valerian, and in large doses can put someone to sleep. Being around her means immediately losing your tension and going into a calmer state of mind. (Siren voice, lulling someone to sleep?) She helps injured animals and plants to have one amazing final day before they die, her magic isn’t strong enough to heal them or bring them back from the other side. But she can make them feel good enough for a short amount of time to achieve their final dreams.

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There's nothing about Dille that would strike anyone as a leader. She's a follower through and through and in many ways is quite happy to be one.

Often times, it's simply instinctive in her nature and what someone tells her to do, she does without much questioning-especially when it comes to her family. This also comes from her innate desire to please others and giving them what they want, even if it sometimes hinders herself. She'd like to think it doesn't. And she'd also like to think no one would ever take advantage of her like that, but that optimistic mindset is exactly why her family has become so over protective of her.

Dille is a little trapped in her own little world. She's a little odd and mysterious, which can make it hard to actually get under her skin. She's lonely but she's never really attempted to change that because of her weaknesses in trust and lack of conformity to what is considered "normal" socialization as she wasn't raised in a very typical way. She likes to be in control of every detail of her life and letting go, or letting someone else take over is something she just cannot live with.

Without a doubt, Dille trusts far too easily. It keeps her living the sheltered life which her family framed for her from a very early age. But what happens when someone enters her life whom she trusts more than her family? That is a situation which has not been tested, but eventually will be as she lives her life. Her trust builds foundations for her life, but what if these foundations are built on lies? Or perceived lies? It's very likely everything she knows could come crumbling down around her. Dille's life is a house built of cards and so far, no wind has kicked up to blow it down.

Characteristics
Priority
Motivation
Worries
Quirks
Favourites
Likes
Dislikes
Helping animals as a vet(student)
Seeking happiness
Never achieving anything
She's always fidgeting
Midnight swims, staring at the stars, daydreaming
Animals, plants, doing something good, complimenting people
Emptiness, spiders, being alone
Insecurity

But life can't always be that way. In this same vein, she also has an incredibly difficult time standing up for herself and what she wants. More often than not luck has landed on her side and her hard-work has gotten her far in ??, but she's never had to really fight for what she wants. That's really a good thing, because Dille isn't quite sure she'd be able to do it. God forbid it actually happens.

She has never known love in it's purest form; from a parent, or a lover, she loves to love and be kind, but has never been given the love a child deserves. Her parents died weeks after she was born.

Dille is actually rather passive outside of her family, though she can get into rather heated debate about something she cares about very easily, which can be often because she cares about a lot of things.

Mental
Introverted
Intuitive
Thinking
Judging
Assertive
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Sexuality
Sexuality
Status
Exes
Attraction
Turn-on
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Hetero
Dating Azar
None
The extraordinary, dark hair, bright eyes
Assertiveness, wisdom, morals, a gentle hand
Indifference
She barely remembers their parents, passed away too soon. They were raised by their grandmother, had a pleasant childhood at her cottage in the woods and grew to be kind and sweet children.

When she sadly passed away they were forced into an orphanage and quickly came in touch with the harsh reality; they didn't thrive, they barely survived. Until one day a woman came by and decided to adopt them, they grew from child to teenager in the home of Nachtschade, alongside her own children and cousin.

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Description

The colour purple is spread like a sunburst around the crown of her head. Her long silky locks fanned out around her as she looks up to the ceiling and listens to her heartbeat.

Every time she whispers his name she can feel the slightest fluttering in her stomach and it makes her freckled cheeks turn rosy from the sensation of love. Her mind can't remember when she started to fall but it was quick and hard. There's no doubt that he's the one and as she lies there with his name on her lips she can feel all the good things that are still to come.

Writing
Azar "Origami flamingo"
Azar
Origami flamingo

She's balancing on the back ends of her chair, the tip of her pen between her teeth and her eyes focused on the task at hand. As every other week she had found a new hobby to waste all her time on, some weeks it was flower arrangements, other weeks she was dead set on learning how to climb a mountain. There's no limit to what she can accomplish, or to how many things she can take on at once. A smile spreads on her lips as she folds the last crease on her new best friend: an origami flamingo.


Counterpart (by mssmrphs)

Without making noise he leant forward; spied at her around the corner. What was she building? A flamingo? Since when did she like flamingos? What colour was it? Pink? It certainly looked like pink. So pink it would be. Pink flowers, pink garden, and pink flamingos. He needed to find someone who was dreaming about flamingos. Couldn't be that hard. He could always force someone to dream about flamingos; induce them with ideas before they went to sleep in his bar. He needed those flamingos. Pretty pink flamingos for his lovely Dille. It would be a most lovely surprise, indeed.

Dille "Petting zoo"
Dille
Petting zoo

There's rain splatting on the ground, in her boots and on the top of her head making her short brown hair clung to her face like a bunch of wet spaghetti. She blows air through her lips and watches as old Betsy tries to nick the food from her hands, "You've already had your fair share!" She sticks out her tongue at the obese goat in front of her. The animal tilts its head and when she really doesn't get any food she then shuffles off to the wooden shed. "That's okay, I didn't need any love today anyway." She mumbles, catching Astrid just out of the corner of her eye. "Almost done!"

Azar "Dill-icate dreams"
Azar
Dill-icate dreams

Jack stared, both in amusement and confusion, at his favourite walker between worlds. The young man was frantically searching for some herb called 'dill'. Even though he was vaguely aware of the fact that Azar apparently had fallen for some kind of angel by the name of 'Dille', it was still a mystery to him why he would be doing such a thing. Especially with this kind of devotion. Dill was, after all, no pretty flower, not something you would give to a lady. Not that he did bother to ask: the whole love-sick act was way too amusing.

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "Flower for a flower"
Azar
Flower for a flower

He shaped the red petaled poppies with nothing but a mere thought. First one, then two, three; a dozen, until he had a bouquet filled. On first sight they all looked reddish, perhaps a bit orange. However, when one would look better, they would notice that they seemed to be subtly shifting in colour. Much like the sky that was set on fire by the sunset: orange, red and yellow painted on a heavily canvas. With his free hand he touched her face, sought the reflection in her shimmering eyes. 'I would shape heaven for you, if I only could.'

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "Something innocent,
something painful"
Azar
Something innocent, something painful

He glowered at the guy. He didn't know his name; he didn't care where he came from. All he cared about was the fact that he was standing too close to his girl. That he thought he was allowed to laugh at her - he was not - and to touch her - most certainly not -. Azar considered for a moment to create something that would eat the guy - like a wolf or a tiger -, but then decided against it: it would upset his two favourite flowers. But still. Maybe he could make him sprain an ankle or so. Something innocent, and painful.

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "Love, love, love"
Azar
Love, love, love

He looked at her, totally captured by her beauty. He loved her eyes: the warmest shade of brown, tempting and deep as molten chocolate. He loved her hair, the way it fell over her shoulders, nested against the skin above her collarbones; framing her delicate neck. He loved the way she moved her lips when she talked to him, and her hands when she touched him; carelessly and loving at the same time. Most of all he loved her laugh and the way he could make her eyes shine with a joke or an unexpected declaration of his undying love.

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "The rain, honey"
Azar
The rain, honey

He shook his head and rustled his feathers; shedding a handful of cinders around the pretty mare next to him. He didn't like the fact that it was raining. It made him worry that she was either cold, or would get dirty. Things she didn't worry about at all. Softly he touched her neck, stretching his wings further to shelter her from the rain. Her smile was dazzling as ever: bewitching him in more ways than he could describe. The weather made him grumpy; yet, she never failed to remind him that there was magic in dancing in the rain.

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "Dream eater"
Azar
Dream eater

Nights he had been staying awake; looking at her dreaming. He didn't need the rest, but the wariness of being awake all the time ate on his mind all the same. Not as much though, never as much, as the knowledge that when he would sleep, he would eat her dreams. That she would wake from a void that was more terrifying than any kind of death. No. He would take pleasure in being awake, no matter how many nights were yet to come. He found solace in watching her, more than he ever would in any kind of dream.

Witten by mssmrphs

Azar "Dille, dille, dille"
Azar
Dille, dille, dille

'Azar, hey!'' Wolf pulled his shoulder; woke him from his daydream. He shook his head; his eyes wandered over the thousands of poppies that were all of the sudden surrounding them. Him. Wolf. Her. Once his eyes had landed on her face he could no longer look away. The brunette's smile was half amused, half surprised. It ought to be: the poppies made a clear line towards her. In half an apology he shrugged and smiled. He should be sorry for his powers getting out of control. But he was not sorry, not in the slightest. Not even at all.

Witten by mssmrphs

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