Danielle shook her head at the initial question. She had never been the type to find one subject and stick with it - she liked expanding her horizons, trying everything she could, and learn all she could, exploring every nook and cranny that there was to be discovered. The same principle applied to art. There was no set theme anywhere displayed in the book - past the set style that she was trying to get minimally good at with, the little book read like a long stream of consciousness when it came to image variety. Whatever caught her eye, or imagination, would ultimately meet paper within her limited skill set. "That's okay..." While she would've liked to spend more time with him, certainly, when it came to work she preferred to do it solo. Her pacing changed constantly and she was aware that most people were annoyed at how quickly she changed gears in pretty much anything - at least, her late father was. Dancing didn't sound too appealing to her. "I think I need to figure out how to play these 'video games' first, rather than what I want to play, I think." It was apparent that she needed some Muggle apparatuses to produce the entertainment, but she didn't know much about it at all. She could tell plenty used the Muggle television, however, which at that point she was well acquainted with. It was a matter of figuring out how to operate it in such a manner. "As for jobs, the former. I'm not sure what I should look at to begin with, past wanting something that flies under the radar for the most part." She sat down as she spoke, not too close to the werewolf for the sake of her still beating heart.
Danielle couldn't help but smile a little to herself at the mention of Travis' mother. Given her own untimely entry into Down Under, she had to cross that specific department to get her registration and documents settled prior to entry in Tallygarunga - it was likely that the boy's mother was one of the people she had to deal with in the first place. They were a surprisingly competent bunch, she thought, as she was good to go within the Ministry proper in just a few hours and was promptly shipped to Tallygarunga. If that was the case, it was an interesting coincidence. As for the company name, she could only nod. It was something catchy enough that she could commit to memory without writing down and look up later on her own at a later point. Last case scenario, she could just take the little bottle she was holding with her. Transfiguring it into something lighter would make it easier to carry and not catch the attention of fellow students too much, she figured. "You think of everything, don't you? I've thanked you already, but truth be told, I'm not even sure how to properly thank you to begin with. It feels like empty words in comparison." It wasn't the first time that the boy's thoughtfulness made the Dhampir's heart skip a beat, nor would it be the last. The little high of enjoyment was such in those moments that she'd forget the fact that Travis would, in all likelihood, be able to listen to her heart rate in that proximity. Instead of caring, in that specific instance, she decided to sit down where she was supposed to, clutching the bottle still; with her other hand, she held out the sketchbook for him to peruse. The gap in skill was painfully obvious in its pages, as she was just an amateur with a little under half a year of practice. However, it was visible that she trained incessantly, and that her hand was well trained and precise enough to pursue the hobby in long term. While she wasn't the most talented individual when it came to any sort of art, her skill ceiling would be fairly high in that one. "Plans? Well... Not exactly, but there are a few things I'd like to get done sooner or later." She had heard through the grapevine that Travis was going to leave for the duration of the break. It was a bit disheartening, but on the other hand she'd have plenty of time to spend with her little sister. "First off, I need to go to the library more. The first term content for History of Magic this year completely blindsided me... It took a lot of effort to catch up." She hadn't bothered practicing her more hands-on subjects at all, not needing to, but that meant she needed to double down on theoretical subjects. Even for a logical-minded person like her, it was quite the grind to shove five years of knowledge into her brain on a variety of subjects and hope she'd catch up soon enough to actually pass the upcoming exams. "Then... There are these things I hear people call 'video games'. I prefer to work with my hands, so the concept interests me... I don't know much about it, but it doesn't hurt to ask around. Lastly, I want to see if I can find something to focus on for a future career. I don't really know what I want to do once I'm out of here..." Or what she could do without drawing attention to herself.
Danielle's nose mildly twitched as the very, very faint scent of artificial blood invaded her nostrils; she couldn't tell what it belonged to. Had Travis gotten one of those lollipops she had been often seen abusing? The very idea strengthened the small smile across the Dhampir's lips. In no time, the door opened and revealed the older Bourke, just as she had expected. "Hello. I hope it's not a problem." She peeked into the familiar room before being allowed in, stepping inside and letting Travis close the door. She watched him as he walked through the room and retrieved a bottle. It was where the scent was coming from. The girl looked at it with curiosity obvious in her expression, as if she had just gotten her hands on a shiny new toy during Christmas season. She nodded to his statement about the movie they'd be watching in an absent-minded manner while the inspector in her decided to observe the bottle after taking it from his hands. "Thank you... Where did you get this from?" She couldn't help but question. If the taste held up, she could acquire some of those for her sister...
Another Movie Day. Danielle had never been the most emotive of people, but the very thought of sitting with Travis to watch through a long marathon of Muggle-made films brought a small smile to the Dhampir's face that refused to go away - it was most definitely uplifting, and it served as means of taking her mind off of more depressing matters. Her little sister's presence in these events was spotty, and that day was one of such days when Danielle had to go to the boys' dormitories on her own. While she didn't have much of a problem doing so she was aware at that point of how rumor-happy the school was; going on her own raised more suspicions than bringing a little girl in tow, and thus she was careful to slip past nosy students on the way to Travis' room. Raising her knuckles, she knocked at his door a few times before letting her hand fall to her side. The other hand clutched a simple sketchbook - inspired by the older Bourke, the girl had taken to drawing as well. The humongous gap in talent was very painful to look at, but perhaps she could ask him for a few pointers. Practice makes perfect after all, and she had a very, very long way to go if she wanted to be skillful with a pencil enough so that she could even hold a candle to his expertise.
Danielle merely nodded in acknowledgement, not verbalizing her thoughts and trying to pay attention to the task at hand. The less she gave herself time to dwell on her anxiety, the less space her thoughts would have to blow the situation out of proportion. She focused on the box her hand clutched onto, knowing the appropriate spell to get rid of it, but pretending she was thinking about it. In the meantime, MJ could only nod at the teacher, the gaze falling once again on her own newly closed box. She was to continue that same spell? She had already gotten the hang of it, but a little practice wouldn't hurt. With a deep breath, the blonde repeated the unlocking spell, and that time she got it on her first attempt. Reaching over to lock it again, she halted her hand in mid air, retracting it. After a moment pondering on the correct incantation, she decided to lock the box with wandless magic instead - succeeding immediately. A small smile spread across her lips with the success, and then she looked at the teacher, wondering if the box would be further enchanted so she'd have to stop it like everyone else. Not something she exactly looked forward to, since it was a second year spell rather than a basic one, but she'd have to give it a go. As the teacher spoke, the Dhampir ultimately decided to just get the task done and over with. A sizable portion of the students in the class was already leaving due to having completed the exercise, which made her visibly relax in her seat; she also had the feeling the teacher would have her stay as long as necessary to succeed. The incantation upon the little box came suddenly, and it stopped struggling within her grip. She placed it down on her desk at roughly the same time an accident went off a little ways away from where she was sitting. On reflex, MJ looked at the source of the commotion. It seemed like a Sturt either had a spell backfire horribly, or was pranked. She furrowed her brows and wondered if the girl was okay, but two Spencers were seemingly aiding her. In the meantime, in the seat beside MJ's, Danielle could help but smile a little at the scene, find it quite humorous. Neither said a thing, merely watching the situation unfold.
It seemed that it was a false alarm - all that happened was a simple accident a few rows over. Danielle sighed in relief, putting her wand away. She really needed to shake that reflex of hers somehow, but it was something that could only be dealt with with time. She could only hope that her overall jumpiness wouldn't give her trouble in the long run. It was then that she became further uncomfortable in a different way - she was being forced to socialize by her own (only) friend. The girl struggled to muster up a polite smile towards Lorelei as she was greeted - any other time would have been perfect, but at that particular time, in a very well populated class, it just made her want to sink into her seat. "...Hello. Likewise." She muttered through the awkward yet polite smile, before turning forward without any further comment. She couldn't wait until that class was over and she could finally go get some air. At least it was progressing - the box on her table started hopping about. Reflexively, the Dhampir caught it with her own hand, not allowing it to wander away on its own. Holding it up, she recognized what she had to do, although she decided to pretend she didn't just yet. MJ too felt like sinking into her seat, but for a different reason - the whole class progressed and she was stuck in a rut. While she was known for being particularly resourceful, there was only so much she could do with something that wasn't material. She'd have to find her own way to execute the spell, certainly, but it would take time. She saw the teacher approaching and couldn't help but think there was a spotlight on her failure, even if she rationally knew otherwise. "I just... Don't know where to start, really." She decided to bring up, in accordance with the Sturt that had spoken earlier. Receiving proper instructions certainly made things a bit easier - relying on imagination. Her gaze turned to the box in chains, and she took a deep breath, focusing. "Alohomora." She uttered, but the box didn't open. Her eyes widened nonetheless, as she definitely felt something. She had felt the magic become more easily manipulatable on her fingers. It only took her another two tries to finally succeed, at which point she smiled just a bit in appreciation for the teacher's help. "Thank you, Professor."
Danielle Haynes earned a Medal Class Champion Level One
Danielle Haynes earned a Medal School Superstar Level One
It was finally time to kick her act into high gear. Danielle didn't particularly enjoy doing so. In fact, she dreaded it, but it was just a fact of life at that point - the more painfully average she seemed, the less danger she would incur, and the safer her little sister would be. Should her behavior be average as well? Perhaps so. She didn't bother getting out of her seat, and waved her wands a few times, spelling out the incantation to go with it. However, she didn't bother channeling her magic through the wand. There was no effect whatsoever, of course; curiously enough, her face didn't show much frustration. On the other end of the spectrum, MJ was trying her damnedest. She had gotten up and stepped away from people just enough so she wouldn't cause any accidents - she had a bit of a proclivity for pyrotechnics, after all. She got the Patronus Charm to work at the third try, but, much like her colleague a few rows over, she only got the shield version of it to form. She didn't like casting that spell - it always sent her on a bit of an existential crisis, and she couldn't help but secretly wish for the class to be over.
Danielle Haynes earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level Three
MJ withdrew from Travis' personal space as he responded to her. So that girl's name was Dani, eh? Short for Danielle? Knowing her name wasn't going to take away from the awkwardness of trying to talk with someone whom seemed quite a bit uncomfortable as it was, but it was probably for the best. After taking a few seconds to collect herself, MJ turned to the awfully pale girl at her other side. "Um, excuse me..." She tried getting her attention - something she succeeded at, as Danielle looked at her on reflex. "Would you... like to switch? Erm, places, I mean. I couldn't help but notice I'm right in between you and your friend, and..." She trailed off, but was met with a curt nod. Needing nothing else, MJ grabbed her things and got up from her seat. Within seconds the two had switched seats, now with MJ next to the wall and Danielle next to her fellow Bourke friend. "...Hey." Danielle spoke to Travis as soon as she was in earshot. She was still quite anxious, but her friend's presence worked like a calming agent. Perhaps the awfully populated class wouldn't be so bad that way. Said class proceeded, and everyone was tasked with opening the lock on the small chest placed upon each table. To Danielle was this easy enough, but should she comply? After a moment's consideration she decided that someone her age should realistically be able to perform the spell, and there was no point in holding it back. "Alohomora." One wave of the hand and the lock clicked open. At least she had the presence of mind to recite the incantation. MJ, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. She was a new student to the subject, and was yet to get a good grasp of how the whole thing worked; not to mention the earlier discussion made her a bit confused as to what would be a good starting point. Attempt after attempt, she didn't seem to be too successful. Her attempts came to a halt with the sound of a loud crash in the other side of the classroom, which startled her a bit, causing her to jump lightly in place and her attention was drawn to the general area - had a student gotten hurt? Danielle had a bit of a worse reaction, however, as the loud noise made her instinctively reach for her wand in self defense. Old habits die hard.
For a moment, Danielle's hand twitched, as she was about to raise it on reflex to declare she had a cat for a Patronus; but ultimately, she decided against it. The more she played down her abilities, the better - and if she didn't produce a Patronus at all, she'd just look like a regular student. It was ultimately the goal, and so she let the others reply instead without raising her hand. The girl sitting next to her did raise her hand a second time. "Non-corporeal." MJ replied to the teacher. It was a feat in itself that she had managed to go that far in the first place, and she didn't think she'd ever succeed in conjuring a corporeal form - the mental damage of Vivian's disappearance had placed her innermost thoughts and feelings in permanent disarray, and she didn't think one memory could hold such a dear place in her heart for too long without getting corrupted by the reality of her past.
A number of responses followed hers, segueing smoothly from her point. There was no sense of pride over obtaining the 10 points for her team, nor did she care much; she was more delighted in the fact the conversation kept going, and multiple points were brought about that she committed to memory. She had a lot to learn, of course, and two months in the sidelines wasn't nearly enough to catch up on years of multiple, more theory-oriented subjects. Of course, that joy came to an end the moment some other girl seemed to openly challenge the lecturer. It was clear that there was some history there, and it bothered Danielle to watch it - why subject everyone else to that? It was none of their business. People were just there to learn. If she had issues with that person, she should wait until the class was no longer in session. At least the teacher had the presence of mind to continue, despite what the somewhat scary aura she exuded would lead a newcomer to believe. Continue they did. A school for rejects. That placed a wry smile upon Danielle's lips - 'reject' was a good way of defining her situation, if one were to twist the reasons behind her enrollment. Being exiled could definitely be equated to being rejected by your own kin in her case to someone who didn't know the full backstory. She couldn't help but wonder just how much the elders had told the school and the Ministry pertaining her case to keep things running smoothly. Her agile fingers quickly flipped the pages to the aforementioned pages, and she took her time going over the various names on the surprisingly sizable list. She wasn't initially going to reply, but a certain name caught her eye - someone relevant to her situation. She ended up raising her arm a second time, speaking up when permitted to. "Seth McCarthy." She read out the name to ensure she got it right. "Despite coming from money, he decided to enroll in Tallygarunga instead precisely due to the diversity of the student body. He went on to becoming an important Ministry figure and spearheaded the initial charge for the fight of halfbreed rights, aiding in passing protective laws to that effect." Maybe that was why a number of students in that institution didn't have their heads on a pike. "He also helped pass legislation after the Sock Rebellion, despite having been one of the targets himself at first." The little snippet on him indicated the man had perished roughly ten years before that day, give or take a month. That was unfortunate, but irrelevant to the question. "Without him... I suppose Tallygarunga would have incurred a good chance of not being as safe as it is today, given the various types of people it hosts. Or, at least, it would have been many years before someone else would take an interest in the matter. And even then they might have not been as successful. I assume having a pureblood defending halfbreed and sentient beings' rights is something that turns some heads. At least it is back in the UK, I'm not entirely sure how it translates to Australian society." She admitted, although her accent was a tell that she was a recent arrival.
The agreement on watching the movie during the vacations put a bit of a smile on Danielle's face. It was a strange sensation to have something to actually look forward to, but definitely not something she'd shun. Maybe she could bring her little sister in to watch with them - that girl didn't like to be away from her for too long anyway, and she needed exposure to the same sort of thing. Travis looked like the sort of fellow she could actually entrust with regarding that little girl. It was just a movie, after all. It would be fun for everyone involved! "I'm careful with what I touch." She informed him, although there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "But I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the fair warning. I still need to get my own books for the next year but I haven't had the time to do it yet. I just got to Australia today." She decided to admit. She hadn't even had time to look through the required supplies list, but she assumed there would be some safety clothing, cauldrons and books included in the whole deal. Was that why she was sent with a sizable slice of her sect's inheritance? Though even then, it seemed far too large to just cover for such supplies...
Trial by fire, it was how it felt like - and Danielle didn't even recall signing up for Elemental Magic. Class after class, the Bourke was repeatedly thrust into highly populated classrooms with no means of escaping. She couldn't just give in and become a truant; the school had been so kind as to grant her shelter and protection, the least she could do was stick to her duties as a member of the student body. She was no better than anybody else, and that meant she had to attend all classes she was recommended to attend. Of course, that meant her anxiety had been completely off the charts lately. At least Defense Against the Dark Arts had been one of her own choices. A means of extending an olive branch. A halfbreed, descendant of a dark creature (if indirectly), was attending this class. Surely that would earn some brownie points with whoever it was that still had it out for her, right? She sat down two seats away from Max, recognizing the girl from other classes but not ever having spoken to her before, nor planning to. She recognized Travis' friend a little ways away. That was as much attention as she paid to people for the time being - she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She had gone through worse classes than that, right? It would be just fine. She didn't bother answering the question just yet, but it was a charm she was all too familiar with - hell, one she had to employ in the dozens at that point. It was not something she looked forward to casting again. Hopefully it wouldn't stir up bad memories.
Danielle wasn't expecting to hear her name at all. She really didn't want to. Her eyes snapped back to where the sound came from, ready to retriever her wand from its holster for self defense-- Oh. It was just Travis. Seeing a familiar face did wonders to her anxiety - she sighed out in pure relief as she saw the man approaching, not answering him, and saw him sit just a couple seats over, the closest thing available. The blonde that actually sat next to her was engaged in a discussion with the teacher, she now realized. Just how far gone had she been just a moment ago? "I see. Thank you." MJ meekly replied to the teacher's response, adding a bit of an 'oops' to it in her head - it seemed that her question had roused a bit of a discussion. Not an outwardly hostile one from what she could gather, but not one that she wanted to partake in regardless. The less attention she gathered to herself, the better. She'd just let the other students discuss the intricacies of the process of channeling magic without a wand (a little bit of theory didn't hurt anyone, she thought; might even help the ones with a natural difficulty to magically execute anything). Instead, she noticed that the two Bourkes she was sitting in between seemed to know each other. 'Oh, no. I did take a spot.' She glanced over to Travis, leaning in to his personal space just enough to be within earshot and not disrupt the ongoing conversation in class. "Hey, um... Did I take your seat?" She brought up in a lower tone. "I don't mind switching." He seemed to help whatever the other Bourke was going through, and if switching made it better, she didn't really mind.
Danielle nodded in agreement. She just had to sit and see the movie - there was no use thinking about it presently. The fact she'd be watching it with Travis gave her a very strange sense of ease - she didn't feel like anything odd or dangerous would come of it (even if his signature odor was quite strange for a human, although she didn't pay that much mind for the time being). The idea of witnessing this new form of entertainment with the boy during the Summer also felt like a perfect occasion to avoid being barbecued by the sun and just a generally nice reprieve from the heat - they would be indoors, and since they would likely be in Tallygarunga (lest they go to a theater), they could very easily activate some sort of local charm to cool the room they'd be in; and even give themselves some fresh beverages to boot. It truly sounded relaxing, something she hadn't had the opportunity to do for... ever? "Would during the break itself be too early?" She suggested. Unless the boy didn't board Tallygarunga through the break, she didn't see why that couldn't be the case. Having an agreement to that would certainly make her a happy customer, anyway. "I'm fairly sure I have to return this book anyway by then." She raised said book that her temporary roommate had let her borrow. "Perhaps I could get a few books from the library pertaining social studies, and you help me go over it while we watch this 'Ocean's Eleven' of yours?" And... however many numbers he had described. There were so many that she didn't know east from west anymore.
The curfew had been lifted for the sake of the ball - Danielle was free to wander out to the campus without risking punishment (not that she was formally a student just yet to begin with) and she didn't want to be cooped up in the Southern Cross Tower. It had the unfortunate coincidence of being a tad too close to the Ball that she refused to attend, and as such, the noise was absolutely deafening. She needed a reprieve. As the sun set and she grew more comfortable with being outdoors (low visibility, less flaming orb in the sky), the Dhampir left to the Grounds. She wasn't sure why she was going there, she wasn't too much of a fan of open spaces, but that's where her feet were taking her. She wound up at the Quidditch pitch. She had always been a fan but could never actually partake in the sport - before due to the fact she was on the run, and presently due to the fact she was in hiding and her psyche seemed to vehemently disagree with any crowded location that was out in the open during daylight. But it was night time then. She couldn't help but be relieved at the fact her anxiety wasn't flaring up. She felt quite comfortable instead and headed into the pitch proper, walking slowly on the recently trimmed grass and taking in the view. She wound up sitting with her back to one of the closer goal posts, and let her eyes flutter shut. She had resigned to the fact she'd be spending the night alone, as Travis was going to the Ball; might as well make herself comfortable in her solitude.
- 1st - 5th Year: None
- 6th Year - Current: Tallygarunga, Bourke House
- Multiple branches of her sect were being chased down for their past. The remnants of her family are saving the sisters by cutting contact with her completely, so nobody knows they belong to them, despite the species relation;
- Nobody knows where she's from or where she's been fully, but she does mention she was born in England because of her unmistakable accent if asked;
- Excellent Occlumens;
- Has seen a lot of death, but hasn't killed before;
- Never purchased a wand, and her own was her mother's, passed down to her after the latter's death. Sensing the same strength of heart of its former master, the wand took a liking to her very quickly;
- Has a second wand that she does not use, and it belonged to her late father: a poplar wand, 12 3/4'' in length, with kelpie bone for a core. It's the only thing she has from him at this point, and she carries it with her just in case;
- No formal education prior to Tallygarunga whatsoever;
- Big fan of Quidditch and flying in general, but afraid of putting her name out there;
- Both sisters were left with a sizable amount of money in newly established bank accounts, so they won't be hurting for cash for a long time;
- Has no idea what to do with her life;
- Unregistered Animagus: Bat;
- Hasn't sucked on a drop of human/halfbreed blood in her life, but is oh so very curious about it (she keeps herself in check with animal blood);
- Took the deaths of her own parents rather well, having mentally prepared herself to do so from a young age;
- Avoids public events in the very minimal off chance that one of her pursuers might be in Australia;
- Is scared of having to eventually run away again, if they're tracked down;
- The testing she endured to enter Tallygarunga displayed she was well above the requirements to graduate, but it was decided for her to remain in the sixth year as means of offering protection to the sisters, as well as of controlling what a war-tested witch could do in an otherwise 'peaceful' location. Instead, she was told to 'rein it in'. As such, her grades are average at best on purpose;
- Is horrified of how the violent death of two separate sets of parents will end up shaping her adopted sister;
- Often cries herself to sleep over fear of not being strong enough to watch over her sister at that age;
- Restless sleeper, waking up over the smallest of things;
- Has severe nightmares about her past and her sister very often;
- Prone to panic attacks when in an actual crowd.
- Fluent in multiple languages: English, Spanish, French, Tagalog and Mandarin;
- Fairly unremarkable student across the board;
- Refuses to make a QuillBook profile;
- Semi-addicted to blood-flavored lollipops;
- Spends a lot of time in the library so to catch up with theory classes;
- Registered Dhampir;
- Afraid of crowded places and uncomfortable with large open areas;
- Has a sister she's protective over, and they both look like they've been through a lot;
- Experiences discrimination on a daily basis, and just seems plain used to it;
- Very good with her hands in general;
- Distaste for anything that can be used to harm someone else;
- Has a talent for magical items and inventions.
Danielle is a deceptively kindhearted and pacifistic Dhampir that mostly keeps to herself out of fear for her sister's life. She seems to have some tolerance to discrimination as she never seems to talk back to people in that regard, sometimes tastefully challenging them instead on their vision.
She is a very stubborn and headstrong individual, convinced that her life gave her the tools to survive most things - at least, regarding herself, as what doesn't kill her makes her stronger. She does have an Achilles heel in the form of her younger adopted sister even if she tries not to let it show.
She doesn't like complaining, nor likes hearing people complaining. This is more out of positivism than submission - she believes that if she turns the other cheek enough, other people will learn to stop what they're doing. Unfortunately, such wasn't the case with her sect. One could say it's the one flair of innocence she has left.
She is nice to people as she doesn't need more wizards against her, and her wording is usually somewhat indirect out of not wanting to be rude. Nevertheless, she does wish to have some sort of connection to someone - a connection ignorant of war, blood, and death. A connection she can cherish without grim memories enshrouding it.
She is by no means an introvert, but is often found indoors tinkering with items or doing mostly solitary activities. This is more out of habit than anything else, as she had very little access to things throughout her short lifetime despite her socialization needs, and would like to branch out somewhat.
Danielle is a bit on the short side, barely scratching the 163 cm mark, and is quite light and slim to go with it. The traditional Dhampir's pale skin is slightly counteracted by her Asian/Hispanic heritage, which serves as a very mild camouflage regarding her own species - although, it's no use, as it's a commonly known fact at this point.
Her hair is wavy and dark brown, often kept at chest level. She occasionally dyes it in a lighter tone, or wears it in a ponytail so it won't get in the way of her tinkering. She has brown eyes and thin lips, and doesn't seem to appreciate makeup to much - mostly because she never learned how to apply it to begin with.
It seems that the only thing she ever wears is her school uniform, even during weekends, despite being able to go out and purchase more clothing if she wished - it's more of a habit than anything, as she's used to live with very little, only used to alter her appearance when necessary (such as dyeing her hair).
Danielle Haynes (born Ramirez) drew her first breath in London, UK. She was born in a magical shelter to a halfblood Spanish mother, Taya, and a British Dhampir father of Asian descent, William. It was war time - at least, for that particular sect of Dhampir. They were being wiped out due to a blood feud that didn't have much to do with them personally; as the families cannibalized themselves, all there was left to do to the innocent few was to run.
The Ramirez family traveled alongside the Owen couple - Reid and Lily. Despite not being related by anything other than creed and species, they became as close as family in their continuous escape. Both couples, with child in tow, traveled the world - sometimes they'd go to Spain where Taya's family resided, other times they'd go to USA, sometimes they'd go back to UK, other times they traveled through Asia, so on and so forth. Danielle doesn't remember staying in the same place for over six months at a time.
When she was six, the Owen family had a little child of their own, also a Dhampir. Also someone whom needed protection, and needed to learn how to fight the hard way. As travelling with two children became more and more difficult, things began to slow down. This eventually resulted in Lily's untimely death shortly after the child had been born.
The parenting trio eventually decided not to place either child in any formal education system. They didn't want their children's faces to be found out, and them to be chased as well. Instead they all opted to teach them during their travels to the best of their ability - that, coupled with the battles they were forced into on occasion, made sure both witches were capable beyond their years very early on, more than they had any right to be.
After a few years of running, both Taya and Reid followed in Lily's footsteps. It was up to William to adopt the now orphaned child and he loved her as his own, just like he always had before. The sisters became each other's constant as each adult around them sacrificed themselves and dropped like flies, until the point that not even William was left standing.
By a stroke of luck, they were temporarily sheltered by the Chinese side of their sect. Their faces hadn't yet been seen by the enemy, their existences mostly unknown - and now that they had no guardian, perhaps it was time to do what their parents never had the courage to. The sect decided to cast them out completely, relocating them to a far away location under new surnames, and hoped they wouldn't be found.
It's been hard adapting to a mundane lifestyle. Danielle considers herself well adjusted mentally, all things considered - but she can't shake the feeling the enemy is just around the corner. However, for now, she has to carry her sister through a full education. Somehow. She never had such a thing of her own, so she has no idea what the hell she's doing...