DIANA CROSS

[Diana Cross]

DIANA CROSS
PLAYED BY :Brooke Valentine

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME:Diana Marie Cross
NICK NAMES: Diana, D
PREFERRED NAME: Diana
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Waitress, was planning on chasing a higher education.
HOME REGION:Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS:M9

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing 5'6, and weighing at about 125, Diana is fit, her curves have been thought of before as desirable. She has dark brown hair, if flows a little past her should blades when she lets it loose, but mostly its kept up in a neat pony tail. She used to dye it to be lighter, but now her roots are growing out, can't find a decent stylist these days. Her fingernails are short, she chews them when no one is looking. She has deep brown eyes that are always searching peoples' faces, when entering a room the first thing they do it look for a way out. She was once referred to as stylish, but now her designer jeans, and couture earrings are a piece of the past.

As far as body art goes, Diana has a moon and stars tattoo on her foot, that's hardly visible, except for when sitting pool side, which wont be happening any time soon. She has a few piercings some visible, some not. Diana usually could have been caught with a smirk on her face, or a grin depending on who she was talking to, but no matter what her eyes were always full of amusement. Which of course always irritated the hell out of her ex boyfriends when they would be scolding her about the way she acted at work, or the way she dressed, of course, Diana heard none of that, when irritated, she has a certain way of snarling her upper lip with out the growling.

PERSONALITY: Amusing, full of life, ambitious, happy, words that were once used to describe the vibrant young woman, she had a loud laugh. But things have changed. There not a smile on that face any more, the eyes still dance, but not as often, especially since she's alone. But Diana was raised to be strong, and that's what she is. Choosing to adapt versus curling up in a ball and waiting to wake up from the nightmare. Diana is sure that she'll be able to enjoy a good joke... if she ever hears one.

LIKES

• Moon and Stars themed things
  
• Being alone
  
• Silence
  
• Cars
  
• Money
  
• Independence
  
• Working out
  

DISLIKES

• Cat-calls
  
• Most men
  
• Crying children
  
• Fast food
  
• People who play the "Daddy Issues" card
  
• Heat
  

HISTORY BEFORE:Born in the heart of Atlanta a technically a middle child, two older brothers, and following her right after was a twin sister. But the twin didn't live, a few months later she was found still in her crib. Diana was told that she was screaming, and crying, and that's what brought her mother into the room to find the still baby.

Diana's childhood was a bit gloomy. Her father was in and out, never asked to marry their mother, even though he sired 4 children. He'd moved out shortly after Diana was four, and so she was used to not seeing him. He'd show up on Christmas with a sack full of presents, but be gone the next morning, leaving the family with brand new toys, and Diana's mother with swollen eyes and split lips. Diana's mother would hit the bottle again. She'd been struggling her whole life, only time she didn't drink was when she had a baby in her. Since Diana was the last, she was always drinking.

But there were nights when she wouldn't, the table would be set when Diana would walk home from school and a meal was in motion. Her mother would embrace her and pet her head, tell her to get homework help from one of her brothers, and things would seem perfect even with their father out of the picture. But those nights were few, and as Diana grew up they became so infrequent it seemed to never happen again.

Despite the darkness engulfing her home she was happy, social, and healthy. Her brothers were two grades ahead of her so she would walk to school with them and they'd help her carry things. But when they got into high school they seemed to forget they had a little sister, they were busy with sports, and making friends, and going to parties. So Diana would sit home alone on weekends reading a book, or working on a school project, or playing with her toys while her mother stumbled around the hallway thinking no one was home. She'd cry a lot, and Diana would come out to comfort her, but all that did was make her mother angrier. After a while, she started spending nights at friends houses, doing everything she could to hide and stay away from what home life had become.

One night she was staying at a friends house, eating dinner with their family, they had the small kitchen TV on and the news was soft in the background. The reporter was in front of a liquor shop and a picture was to his left on the green screen. Diana looked up at it, and it was a picture of her father. She looked at the picture noticing the few grays he was getting, then she heard the story. He had robbed the liquor store, and while making his way out a police officer told him to stop and he shot and killed the officer, it took twenty minutes, but they finally cornered him, and the man shot himself in the head. They found meth in his system. Diana's eyes fixed on the television as she was told the tale of how her father died by a small kitchen TV, when the father of her friend looked up to see why Diana had stopped eating he turned his attention to the television, and then powered it off, "Sorry," he said, "that's not dinner TV." Diana nodded, and looked down to her plate trying to eat as much as she could. She never shed a tear though, and never told that family it was her father.

She kept this secret and never mentioned it, no need, the guy wasn't really in her life. Once in high school Diana found more freedom in her life, she got a job and started to save a car, once she had enough she bought one and took her drivers test, passed with flying colors, her older brother had taught her, and then she was free. Being social she had no problem fitting in. Soon boys were chasing her, but she had her heart set on Derek Mathews, a boy that hung around her youngest brother. He was one of those bad boys, and he was older so her friends looked up to her once she captured his attention. They were together for a while, he'd play a gentlemen to her and she liked the way other girls would look at them when they went out.

But Derek had one hell of a temper. One day they were out and one of Diana's male classmates had come up to her to say hi, Derek was obscenely rude to him, and when the classmate left, getting the hint, Diana turned to Derek and got in his face about the way he was acting, but as soon as she began to raise her voice Derek pushed her. Stunned as she stumbled back, he was back in her face. Talking about how she would never talk to that guy again or any guy ever again. She cringed her face at him, this was so out of character. Diana had never been physically attacked like that before, she'd never even play wrestled before, so this yelling and grabbing was not something she was a fan of. When he repeated "Do you understand me?" getting in her face she took a step back and told him to fuck off. He slapped her,and repeated again "Do you understand me?" She rose a hand to her stinging face, and nodded, searching his face for something familiar, but she couldn't see anything she was attracted to left.

She tried to stay away from Derek after that seeing how he was no longer in high school she could avoid him during school hours, but the harder she tried the crazier he got, showing up after school, waiting by her car, asking her why she didn't answer her phone last night or respond to his texts, it would just be subtly asked either, it was getting in her face in the parking lot. She'd sooth him only by apologizing as she looked around at the staring school mates. He would nod and hug her, she could believe how crazy he was getting. They would get in her car go get something to eat, and then she would only get him to get out of her car when she took him home by saying she had a lot of homework and that she loved him, and would see him when the weekend came.

But it was becoming too much to handle.
So she got creative, leaving the school from another exit, hitching a ride with a friend, saying her car wouldn't start and her brother would come get it when he could. She took the bus, stayed out late, turned off her phone because Derek was blowing it up. But finally he caught up to her at home. Pounding on the door, demanding that she come out and see him. Her mother was passed out in her room and she was quietly sitting in her room with the lights off hoping he would think no one was home. But then the yelling stopped, and some talking was taking place. Curious, Diana tiptoed to the door, and that was when it opened, her older brother, not the one that she meant Derek through, was talking calmly with Derek, they were laughing about something as Derek followed him inside. He saw Marcus and he began to behave... she took a couple steps back as Derek rested his dark eyes on her, eyeing her frame, his jaw was tight and all the laughter was out of his eyes, "So you were home."

"Marcus, you have to get him out of here...." Diana backed up further, recognizing that crazy in his eyes, and then Derek lunged, grabbing Diana by the throat, it was only for a moment, but Derek's grip was so tight it felt like forever. Marcus was on him right after that pulling him off and pushing him away from Diana standing between them as she was choking for air. "What the fuck?" He was yelling. Marcus had always been the peaceful brother, the one that was going to college, the one that laughed at everything his little sister said, to see him get so upset made Diana feel the need to be brave, and stand up straight despite the fact that she was gagging and eyes watering.

Derek tried to lunge at her again, and Marcus had to push him back, again. That was when Derek turn his attention back to Marcus, furious that he was standing in his way and he began to start throwing blows. Diana couldn't stop the tears and they crying, she was scared. She'd never seen violence first hand. "Stop!" She screamed, "Stop!" Then Derek was on top of Marcus, throwing heavy hits to his face, while Marcus tried to squirm free and protect his head. She knew what would make him stop from beating her brother to death, she screamed this time, and screamed the words "Derek I love you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Derek stopped punching Marcus and started to get up, looking Diana in the eyes.

"You not lyin' this time?" Derek asked chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. Diana shook her head. Her eyes glanced at her brother who was taking the opportunity to get back up, part of her wanted him to run, the other part wanted him to get Derek out of here.

"No baby, I'm not lying," The seventeen year old girl said, shaking her head, acting ages beyond her years. She had steadied her voice, and that was when she saw her brother pull something out of his pocket,

"Derek" he called and Derek turned around, and Marcus stuck what he pulled out into Derek's stomach, and then stuck it deeper as Derek froze, looking down. Marcus pulled the knife out, and then stuck it back it. Diana couldn't act grown up now, here eyes wide, those of a child's. Holding in her scream as Derek was making gurgling noises. Marcus ripped the blade out, but didn't look at his sister, instead he walked away and pulled out his cellphone, he closed the front door, but first peeked around to make sure the neighbors were minding their own. Derek turned holding his insides in. His crazy eyes were scared. They were normal again, and watering. Blood began to drip from his mouth, and he gurgled out something that sounded like "i love you", but Diana couldn't be sure, he did have a mouth full of blood, which spilt out as he fell to his knees and then fell forward. Diana took a few steps back as his blood was pooling on the wooden floor, mixed with that which was Marcus'. Marcus had left the room, and Diana was left with this corpse terrified. He returned off his phone, he looked disgusted. Diana looked at him waiting for him to say something, her body stiff, and only moving to creep away from the blood. "Come here," Marcus said, Diana sighed and ran to her brother, he hugged her as she sobbed, "I have some friends coming to clean this up, it's going to be taken care of, but I want you to go to your room, and don't come out while they're here." Diana obeyed her older brother, and screamed into her pillow, mufflng her wails she heard the front door open, and people come in, but she just closed her eyes and pretended this was all a dream. When she awoke the next morning the floor was clean, and the body was gone Marcus kissed her forehead and said that she broke up with Derek last night, and Derek seems to have skipped town, he wont answer his phone for anyone. Diana lowered her eyes but nodded. The police never got involved she told her friends that Derek didn't take the break up well. Although there was this patch of darkness over her teenage years Diana was able to snap back to normal. She figured if Derek wasn't killed he would have probably killed her.

Once she graduated she applied for grants to go to the University, but was granted none. Devastated she looked at her funds and found she didn't have enough, but she did move out, not able to stand to walk through that entry hall every day, and has been waitressing at a restaurant since. She had boyfriends after Derek, but none quite so intense. She's actually come to despise the entire male gender. Well a majority of them.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Diana had been at work when she saw the first victim. An elderly woman who died eating her soup, it was the comical head in bowl situation, she stood up, the frail thing, and tried to leave the restaurant, she rested her hands on the door, and then slipped, fell and died. Diana being the waitress who'd been there the longest rushed over to the little old lady and turned her around, the woman was hot to the touch, a fever like Diana had never seen. "Call an ambulance!" She ordered to the gathering bystanders. Getting annoyed that they were gauking at a dead woman rather then trying to correct the situation. The EMTs eventually got there, and they hauled the woman into one of those "meat bags". Diana over heard one of them comment on how this was the fourth one this morning, they were giving one another a nervous glance. Diana was perceptive, and she back away, thinking there was something more. The restaurant closed early that day. A dead woman wasn't appetizing.

Diana went home after that, she called her brother to make sure their mother was okay, someone had to live with the crazy drunk. He said "yeah, yeah, yeah,"

"What's your problem? She asked, and he just said he wasn't feeling very good, and he was going to try to sleep this bug off. She said okay, not connecting her ox of a brother to the sickness she had just witnessed. So she hung up, went to warm up some food, and sat in front of the television to catch up on some recorded TV. After feeling totally useless, wasting a few hours at only a few good laughs she got up and changed into a pair of shorts and tank top, plugged in her ipod and took off to jog around the park. She had plenty of time before the sunset, when she was on her second lap was when she caught something in her peripherals. Some one a few yards back was jogging too, but when she glanced they were wearing jeans? Strange.... but she kept jogging too, at least who ever it was wanted to be healthy. What a funny way to run, but again, at least they were exercising, she continued, and on her third lap began to walk to cool off, she stretched her thighs every other step. Being sore reminded her that she should be proud, but at work it was nothing but a hassle.

The jogger behind her was beginning to catch up she turned to look because how obscene of a site they were, no one else was in the park to gawk so she might as well. That was when she noticed the blood soaked tee shirt, the instant flash back of Derek's blood pooling on the floor forced her to look away. 'It never happened' she lied to herself every time she thought of it, but oh yes, it did. She looked back up to the jogger, maybe they need help, he was only a few yards away now. But when she looked into that face she knew jogging wasn't his intentions, his mouth open and snarling, his pace fastening as he could see how close he was to her.

Diana began to back up, and then full on ran in the opposite direction. She looked back occasionally, that thing couldn't run as fast as her, he seemed to be clumsy with each step. She ran home and opened the door, bolting it behind her, she picked up her phone freaking out, and called her brother, no answer, so she called her other brother, same story. She called her mother, and still no pick up. So she decided to go over there, something she normally hated to do, she changed real quick seeing how the night was cooling, and locked up her apartment.

The drive over was crazy, tons of traffic and road rage, people honking so finally she decided to pull over and walk the rest of the way, she wasn't too far. After about twenty minutes of obscene panic on the road she reached the neighborhood she grew up in, and her home. She hesitated when the door was part way open, and the lights were out. She pushed the door open and went in, turning on the entry way lights. 'And that's where Derek told me he loved me, right after Marcus cut him open, he died afterwards, and I didn't say a fucking thing.' The memory was so painful it nearly knocked her back against the door. But she averted her eyes, and walked through the hallway, she stepped over where his blood had pooled as if it was still there.

"Mama!" She called out the eerie silence was freaking her out a bit, "Marcus!"

No verbal response, but she did hear something from the kitchen, so she turned and headed in that direction. She felt something off... she entered to door way, and saw Marcus had his back to her, trying to walk through the sliding glass door. "Marcus! She barked irritated that he had not responded she first called, "I been callin' for you!" Stating the obvious, but still what else was she going to say, "Marcus, this guy in the park tried to attack me, will you please kill him and have your crew clean up the mess?" Marcus turned around, the lights was were off so she leaned over and flicked the light switch, she didn't like how he hadn't said a word yet, and thats when she saw why.

Marcus' hands were covered in dried blood, along with his face, for the first time Diana saw her mother's body on the couch, her throat ripped out and various other parts seemed to have bites bitten out of them. Diana didn't even have time to enounciate the words "Oh my fucking God" for her brother was upon her with in the instant. Crossing the room, Diana was able to step out of his first grasp, but the second... not so fortunate. His grip was on her jacket, so she quickly slid out of it, trying to hold back cries of fear. As Marcus tried to figure out why he was holding her jacket, she ran, she knew what he was, she'd seen things like this on TV, and even though she couldn't believe she had a pretty good hunch he would do to her what it appeared he did to their mother.

She ran into his room, she knew Marcus was shady, she'd gone through his things as a teenager, and found somethings that seemed so out of character, now she was hoping those things were right where he'd left them, they were, she pulled out a fully loaded M9 out of his top drawer and stepped back into the hallway. She took a stance that seemed appropriate to shooting a gun, and when Marcus was within range she pulled the trigger she missed at first, but the noise seemed to startle this new Marcus, but the second time she got him. He fell in the hallway just like Derek. Diana cried for a while, leaning against the wall, but then walked over to her mother, if this was anything like the movies she knew what happened. She sat on the coffee table beside the couch and cried as she held her mother's stiff hand, it was probably a good two hours later when those fingers began to wiggle. Diana put the gun to her mother's forehead and blew the trigger, she closed her mouth and eyes as the blood splattered. Diana then went into her brothers room, got the extra ammunition and cleaned herself up. She hopped on her brothers motorbike and drove out of town, that explains the traffic, she was able to weave in and out of it, and finally she was out of town.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: From my other site, Lilac Nights.

Long days tend to lead to long nights. A working man by day and night. But this was one he had off. He enjoyed his work, the manual labor in the day and the intimidation role he played at night. The danger spoke volumes to him and gave him the thrill he needed to get by on. But when Lotto isn't busy, he usually finds himself some trouble, which is exactly what happened this warm August night. He stopped by Bliss and bought a couple drinks, when he said he was going to head out and was handed his bill he began to, in a general description, freak out. Accusing the tender of charging too much, claiming not to remember having that many, or that type. The bouncers asked him to pay and then they would escorted him out. Being a man with quite the ego he began to shrug them off and slur his words back to the tender who he was sure was overcharging him. Feeling the heat rising in his chest.

One of the bouncer's tightened his grip on Lotto's arm, his inner wolf growled to get out, and Lotto began to feel the contractions of pain begging to release him. The grip was quite a bit tighter on the right than the on the left and when he looked back was when he smelt the Lycan for the first time. When intoxicated his senses begin to blur, everything seems to smell like a mixture, and becomes the least of his worries.

"Cool it, friend.", the Lycan warned, there was no aggression in his eyes, only warning, which was a lot more than Lotto could say about his own temperament. But Lotto heeded his words and decided it wasn't as big of a deal as he was making it. He still shrugged him off and delivered a cross look to the Lycan. He paid, and then began to storm out, knowing all eyes in the area were on him. It was fine this wasn't his usual place. The bouncer Lycan approached him in a couple of strides, "Where are you going?" he asked catching his arm once again.

"Home," Lotto slurred, pushing him back and emerged though the door into the night. The Lycan's eyes were glazed, and his vision was blurring, he stumbled but held himself steady on the concrete building wall. Who did that Lycan think he was, he was no Alpha, pack wolves, he thought sneeringly. Steadying himself, he felt the heat rising again, and tried to fight it. These sort of incidents happened often when he went out, usually people didn't intervene then, they wouldn't cross a guy his size with out back up just as big. Then Lotto got to thinking he should have taken the Lycan right there, and shifted into his wolf form, then he would see how well the pack wolf would fare. He would have to reveal himself in front of all those people he knew, and even worse he would lose. The thought made Lotto smile, and then he began to chuckle, feeling the anger lift, and be replaced by a false sense of arrogance. He began to walk again. Much more steady this time.

After he passed a few closed shops he realized how much better he was feeling, catching his reflexion in the window he paused to look at the toned muscles that had come from hard labor his whole life, and felt pride. A night off should never be spent home. So he kept walking. Watching his feet as he walked, he knew where he was going, he was going to Luna's.

He hated the place, but on a night like this who could go home? Honestly he was looking for a fight hoping one of those pack members would try to cross him and he would remind them why they were apart of a pack, they can't protect themselves alone, they need a team behind them. His smile returned, and he stopped in front of the door. For just a split second he hesitated, and then pushed himself through the door.

The smell of wolf filled his lungs, but there was a stronger scent in here, one he certainly did not expect to find. The smell sobered him up almost immediately and took the fight right out of him.
Alpha, there were other loners in here, but when the Alpha was around, anyone not apart of the pack walks on ice.


word count: 781

PLANS: She's going to survive, meet some people Blah Blah, possibly obtain a leader role, but I doubt it.

ANYTHING ELSE?: made her right off the top of my head, so she may be a little rough, but a few posts should get her all straightened out.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY:Max
ROLEPLAY LEVEL:B+
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Creating it
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE:Pacific

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