delilah iris concord

[DELILAH IRIS CONCORD]

DELILAH IRIS CONCORD

Name: Delilah Iris Concord
Nicknames: Del, Dee
Age: 17
Date of Birth: June 3rd, 1994
Grade: 11th (Junior)
Program: Arts
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: French-American
Home Town: New York, New York
Play by: Candice Accola

--- AMBITIOUS Ask, and Delilah won't lie to you -- she's got big dreams. In fact, you don't even have to ask. She'll tell anyone who'll listen. Delilah is proud of her dreams. All her life she's been chasing them. Hour upon hour in the dance studio, perfecting her moves, working herself to the point of exhaustion. She takes dance very seriously, and she won't give up until she makes it somewhere. She doesn't really care where -- just somewhere big.
--- INCONSIDERATE To put it plainly, Delilah can be quite a bitch. She gets what she wants, and she doesn't care who gets hurt along the way. It doesn't matter who it is; if they get in her way, they better watch out. Everything is circumstantial, however. Del doesn't go out of her way just to be mean. She only acts this way if there is something she wants that she is not getting -- or someone stopping her from getting it. She's trying, though; with the help of those who know her underneath, she's growing and realizing when she's done something wrong.
--- BOSSY This trait pretty much harmonizes with the last. Del loves to be in charge. But the things she has her sights set on are not always pleasing to others. And rather than compromise, she just forces them into whatever it is she wants. As you can tell, Delilah is big on getting her way.
--- STUBBORN Another that goes hand-in-hand with the previous. Once Del has her mind made up, there is no way that it's going to change. It's her way or the high way, every time. She can be quite persuasive too, whether it be through her bossiness, bitchiness or flirtiness.
--- CONFIDENT Delilah has no problem with herself. Sure, she knows she's not perfect. But she's not insecure in any way, shape or form. She's not really bothered when people talk about her, or call her names. She believes in herself and that's all she really needs.
--- FUN-LOVING When Delilah loosens up, she can really be a good time. She knows how to be funny once in a while, though most of it is sarcastic humor. She doesn't mind a party every now and then, either. In fact, she loves social events. She loves being around people, when they aren't contradicting her.
--- FLIRTY In Del's mind, "a little flirting never hurt anyone." She just can't help herself when she sees a cute guy -- or even a not-so-cute one. It's just a reflex of sorts. It's gotten her into trouble in the past, but it's also gotten her some advantages.
--- SWEET This one is a minor trait, but a trait nonetheless. It's not as if she has a shell that no one can break through -- nothing as cliche as that -- but when she wants to, or even when she doesn't want to, Del can be sweet. This part of her usually comes about when she cares about someone a lot, or when she feels bad for someone. She's still the same old Del, though. It's not an alternate identity, and not a secret. It's just a part of her. And it's always there, even when she's crushing someone's dreams.

LIKES: Getting her way, confident people, dance, coffee, tea, boys, music, Broadway, parties, cute clothes, strawberries, dogs, hot teachers.
DISLIKES: Not getting her way, convertibles, insecure people, people who also like getting their way but have a different way than her, constantly loud people, ugly clothes, people who wear ugly clothes, apples, cats, boring teachers

Delilah's father is a successful business owner from a wealthy family, and her mother is a non-working woman from France. The two met when she was 21 and he 23 in New York City. They fell in love right away but did not marry until 5 years later. They had a boy, who they named Christophe, but he died at seven months of age from a virus. Two years later Delilah came along. Her father named her, and therefore none of her names are French, but her mother decided to teach Delilah French to enlighten her with a bit of culture.

Delilah is the only child of her parents, and therefore was very spoiled and almost always got her way. She's been conditioned for people to give her what she wants, and that hasn't gone away. She knows that all she has to do is throw a little fit, and everything will work out fine.

Delilah joined her first ballet class at the most prestigious dance studio in the area when she was six years old. She began participating in recitals from the age of 7, and because of her competitive nature she was always going the extra mile to ensure she would take the lead part in all recitals. Not that she did, but she sure tried.

Meanwhile she was attending an expensive private school which had various extracurricular activities, which she participated in only when she was sure she could win.

Delilah began taking jazz classes at ten, and tap at twelve. She continued these, as well as ballet, until she was thirteen. At this point she switched to a prestigious private school for the arts and took a combination of various types of dance, as well as a few extra on the side at her old studio.

When the time for high school came, Delilah enrolled at an arts school in Chicago. When she did not find this pleasing, she turned to Emerson for her Sophomore year.

Izzy approached the massive crowd of people, fear and suspense building inside of her until she thought she might explode. What is going on? She thought over and over again. Crime? Tragedy? A celebrity sighting, perhaps? Just the prospect of something so huge that it could draw hundreds of people -- in Manitou Springs, of all places -- gave her butterflies in her belly.

Izzy refused, however, to think about that -- the thing she most hoped it would be. She knew it wasn't. It couldn't be. So there was no use thinking about it. But the more she thought about not thinking about it, the more her mind leaned towards his name. But she wouldn't think it. Yet her heart thumped faster, for she had raised her hopes yet again. It had been four years, but every time anyone said "Did you hear what happened yesterday?" or "Guess who came to visit me?" Her mind skipped over every reasonable solution and screamed KEVIN!

And so by the time she pushed through to the center the crowd her heartbeat had filled her ears and her stomach was twisting. But she was in for a bitter victory over her wild emotions, for the man standing at the center of the ring, giving hugs and waving at cameras, was not Kevin. He wasn't even close to Kevin. He didn't have Kevin's bald head, or bright green eyes, or skinny arms. He was thick and muscly with loads of thick black hair.

Izzy's whole body hurt, and she felt like she was going to throw up. I told you, she reminded herself. I told you. Why are you being so stupid? Stop. Stop!! Get it together. This is everyone you know. Get it to--

Next thing Izzy knew, she was sitting on her butt in front of three hundred people who she probably all knew by name. She looked around, clutching her stomach, and gulped. She tried to stand but found it impossible. And there was her heart again, but this time it wasn't hopeful; it was embarrassed. Embarrassed and ashamed. Strangely, as she looked into the faces of all the people, all her brain said was, What would Kevin think of you now?

Hi, I'm MAGGIE and I'm HOWEVER MANY years old. I'm A GLEEK. This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from SOME RP LISTING THING.

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