Daria Lynne Jacobs

CHARACTER: Daria Lynne Jacobs
WRITER: Andria M
E-MAIL: Ashalenn@juno.com
AGE: legal
CHARACTER'S AGE: 32
NATURE: Witch

DESCRIPTION: Sparkling green eyes and a mop of curly brown hair streaked with dark blonde sit atop a pixielike face that often has an impish grin. Her hair hangs to midback in a riot of curls, and she is short, barely topping 5 feet with a slender willowy body that weighs about 100 pounds and which, despite it's fragile look, has hard muscle beneath it's curves. She has an aura of leashed excitement, as though she can't wait to rush off into the next escapade. Although she is over thirty, her attitude and appearance cause people to underestimate her age (she still gets carded when going into a bar half the time).

PERSONALITY: Though she often comes across as a bit of a scatterbrain, beneath her cheerful, whirlwind exuberance is a very smart, very caring woman. She learned very young that people tend to let their guard down and relax more around bubbly females, so she plays up that aspect of her personality. Anything she does she puts her whole heart into, be it adopting a stray person off the street or deciding to learn how to skydive, believing in living each day to it's fullest and being open to life's lessons. She feels a need to help people, whether they think they need it or not, when she sees something she might be able to fix and tends to meddle (with only the best of intentions, of course).

ABILITIES: She has a limited precognitive ability which she focuses through various divination tools, including tarot cards, runestones, palmreading, Egyptian tiles, and more. She has an ability (and affinity) with every type of divination tool she's ever seen, tending to be able to pick them up and be able to feel her way through to figure out how to use them. When using her tools, she can often read very detailed information about a persons past and catch fragmentary glimpses of the paths open to them in the future, or about situations, but she cannot do any readings with herself as the focus. She needs her tools (even if it's just a palm for palmreading) to focus her gift, though she often feels a nagging need to grab them if there's something she needs to know. The only way her gift effects her is that she tends to *feel* when she's doing something she's supposed to and needs to do, though she's learned the hard way that that doesn't necessarily mean things will be painless or easy.

When presented with a choice, she will often *know* which path she should follow, but no details as to why, or what will lay down that road. Also, through her dealings with people and simply being observant, she is very good at reading body language. She is an eclectic solitary Witch and has had few dealing with other Witches, having gotten some training from a Wiccan High Priestess when she was younger, and gleaning what she could from books. She is strongly drawn to Wicca, but has cobbled together a little bit of everything for her workings, finding what works for her from various traditions and discarding the rest. She works best with fire and can use candles as both divination focuses (using the flames) and receptacles for spells. Being self taught her control is shaky and a lot of what she learned from her books was inaccurate.

WEAKNESS: When she's on a path that she feels is the *right* one, she tends to be careless, since she *knows* she's doing what she's supposed to, and thus will fail to take precautions for her safety. (Ex. Knows she needs to go to a notoriously bad vampire hangout after dark but will fail to let anyone know where she is in case she needs help, reasoning that what is supposed to happen will happen, and either she'll be safe or she is *supposed* to get hurt, and either way, she will learn what she needs to from the experience.)
HISTORY: Daria grew up for the first twelve years of her life being treated more like a pampered pet than a child by her parents, two very wealthy people who weren't sure what to do with a child and were far to busy with their social life to try and figure it out. She learned to keep her mouth shut and look pretty when they were home, a perfect little princess.

Despite their lack of interest, she had a happy childhood, finding a surrogate mother and father in the cook and her husband, who took care of the grounds. The cook, who she always called Nana, gave her all the mothering she could have wanted, and taught her it doesn't matter where you come from so much as who you are and what you do with yourself. It was due to them that she never developed into a snob (Nana would have torn into her and ripped any delusions of grandeur to shreds quicker than she could say meekly "yes Nana").

Unfortunately, when she was twelve, her parents decided she was old enough to go to boarding schools, and she was packed off to Boston. She was miserable, not fitting in or having the same attitudes as the other girls, but she quickly learned to project a cheerful exterior and hold her tongue. She worked with single-minded intensity at her classes, taking on extra work to fill her free time so she wouldn't have to think about being lonely, and rationalizing that the more work she did, the sooner she would get out of there. The next two years passed in a blur of work, during which she never went home, spending the holidays reading and doing extra work, or wandering in town (she was given a very generous allowance for clothes and the like, because one simply had to keep up appearances).

It was during Christmas break when she was fourteen that while she was shopping downtown she came across a new bookstore, and wandered in. It was not just a bookstore but a magic shop, run by a Wiccan High Priestess, and, unnerved, she blurted a hello, looked uncomfortably around for a few minutes, and then grabbed a couple books at random off the shelf, paying for them and rushing out. That night, curious, she sat down and read them...and discovered a new world.

She became a regular at the shop, and the Priestess, Shana, took her under her wing and gave her some basic training, and helped her discover she had a gift with tarot cards and everything else used for divination, able to pick them up and *know* how to use them. Following Shana's advice, she was careful to leave her tools and books at the store and not to let her schoolmates know about her new beliefs.

It only took her two more years until she was able to graduate early, at sixteen, and she convinced her parents that it would be much better if they sent her off to a University than a finishing school. She majored in Parapsychology, to their horror, doing readings for friends, and sometimes complete strangers who would come up to her, having heard about her from someone else. She enjoyed her time there, despite the annoyance of being treated like everyone's kid sister, and after getting her bachelor's degree, decided to stay and work on another degree, this one in Psychology, as she'd discovered how much she enjoyed helping people who came to her for readings, and went on to also get a Masters degree in Parapsychology at the University of Maine in Sanctuary.

During the time she'd been in school, her grandfather had died, and to the surprise of everyone left everything to her. As he put it in his will "the girl's got spunk. At least she went out and is doing something with her life." Suddenly she found herself with more money than she knew what to do with and decided to move to San Francisco and open up a shelter for homeless kids, where they could get food and counseling. While there she also took more courses in school, eventually getting her PhD in Psychology.

About three years ago, while in San Francisco, she met a Fey named Drae, who was a phouka, who she ended up falling in love with. A few days ago, Daria received a phone call from an old friend from school who lived in Sanctuary, and after getting off the phone with her, realized that she *had* to go to Sanctuary, though she had no idea why. After setting affaris in order with the shelter and making sure things would be taken care of, she and Drae climbed on a plane and headed to Sanctuary.

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