Welcome to Bring on the Night, a literate, AU RP based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and Sailor Moon. Sunnydale has been destroyed, the Senshi have lost their power, and though evil appears to have been eradicated, this is not the case. Everyone is settling back into their lives in either Los Angeles or Tokyo, but the peace won't last for long - it never does.
Los Angeles, USA
Autumn has begun to settle in and the anomalies continue into the new season: snow in the desert, unbearable heat in areas which were supposed to be cool - only to name a few. The summer holiday is over: the Senshi are returning to school while the members of Angel Investigations and the Scooby Gang have moved to Tokyo and are taking over their new jobs at Wolfram and Hart.
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SUMMERS, DAWN, 16, Scooby, Key
Little Miss Muffet
Member No.: 121
Joined: 7-July 12
: PM is best. MSN and AIM available upon request.Other
: Hope it's all right if I don't know much about Sailor Moon.ICFull Name
: Dawn SummersAge
: 16 (although as the key, she's technically both old as the ages and, well, almost three now).D.O.B
: september 26,
: Los Angeles, CAHeight
: 120 lbsEyes
: BrownDistinguishing Characteristics
: Her shiny, shiny hair.Appearance
: Tall for her age, Dawn's most notable feature is her long, straight brown hair, which is almost always sleek and shiny no matter what she's been up to. She has a round face with full cheeks and wide lips and nose. She's started wearing a little makeup, although it's usually not too heavy.
She dresses in clothes that flatter her developing form, but (usually) nothing too revealing. Her fashion sense is still developing, and her outfits are evolving from jeans and T-shirts to sweaters, skirts and dresses. She desperately wants to be allowed to wear high heels.Likes
- Being included
- Fighting evil
- Being treated like an adult
- School (usually)
- Being left out
- Being treated like a baby
- Being bossed around
- Evil things
- Feeling unimportant
It's not easy being the Slayer's baby sister. It's even harder when you're actually a construct woven into reality by some monks set on hiding your earth-destroying abilities from some psycho hosebeast of a goddess. No wonder she's a bit of a spaz. Family
Dawn's been through a lot in her few short years on earth, and she's come out fighting. Initially just a pain in the ass, she's wormed her way into the Scooby Gang and has managed to pick up skills to make herself useful, especially when it comes to research. Often feeling second best next to her sister, she's desperate to be included and valued for her contributions, and can be downright pushy about being kept in the loop.
She still lacks for tact sometimes and has a tendency to act younger than her age while at the same time demanding everyone treat her like an adult. She hates being treated like a child and resents being told she's too young to know or do something. But underneath it all, she's got a good heart and will do anything to help her friends.
Not always the best at seeing the consequences of her actions, Dawn is spontaneous and has a teenager's lack of foresight. She'll rush headlong into danger and relies on others to get her out, but she always does what she thinks is best. She's struggled in the past with a klepto habit as a result of her serious, serious abandonment issues.
: Joyce Summers, mother (deceased); Hank Summers, father (estranged); Buffy Summers, sisterFondest Memory
: When she found out Buffy was alive again.Worst Memory
: When Glory tried to kill her and Buffy ended up sacrificing herself instead. Learning that her mother had died runs a close second.History
My name is Dawn Summers. I was born to Joyce and Hank Summers in Los Angeles, California in 1986 and lived there until I was ten, when my parents divorced. I relocated with my mother and older sister to Sunnydale, California and spent the summers with my dad back in L.A. But let's not kid ourselves…
>> Li'l sis is coming... <<
My name is Dawn Summers and I am The Key-with-a-capital-K. The key to what exactly? Good question. I'm not a key to anything anymore… Maybe I'm not even The Key at all now. But I'm not really a teenage girl either.
I was created by monks in the year 2000, which means I'm really only two years old. That sort of blows my mind when I stop to think about it. I was just a big blob of energy capable of destroying the world and in need of some place to hide. The monks needed someone strong to protect me, so they sent me to Buffy Summers, the Slayer, the one girl in all the world chosen to blah blah blah forces of darkness blah. To make sure she guarded me with her life, they messed with everyone's memory and inserted me into her life. As far as I knew -- as far as anyone knew -- I was Buffy's fourteen-year-old little sister, and had been since the day I was born.
The reason for the subterfuge? Oh, I was just being hunted down by a goddess willing to destroy our world if it meant getting back to her own. Glorificus -- or Glory, as that bitch was called here on our plane -- wanted to use The Key (i.e. me) to tear down the walls between dimensions, bringing about hell on earth while giving her an escape back to her own.
>> I'm like a lightning rod... for pain and hurt, and everyone around me suffers... and dies. <<
At the same time I was dealing with finding out that I was, you know, not actually a person but some mystical thing capable of destroying the world, my mom, who had been sick, died of a brain aneurysm. I kind of lost it for awhile, and I even tried to bring mom back with some black magic, but I thought better of it at the last moment. So she was still dead, and that sucked a lot.
But like a family motto or something, things could always get worse. The monks must have hidden me pretty well, since it did take Glory awhile to find me, but she eventually figured it out, and it seemed like armageddon was a go. She and her creepy little minion guy cut me open so that my blood would open the portal. Once that was set in motion, I knew only my blood could close it again. I was ready to die for it too. Be a hero like big sis. But I should have known better: Buffy really has the market on heroism cornered in our family. So I was left to watch as she sacrificed herself to save me.
>> The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. <<
So both my mom and my sister were gone and I wasn't really my dad's kid. It was a pretty dark time in my life, I'm not gonna lie. But thankfully my sister has some pretty awesome friends, and they all helped to take care of me. Willow and Tara moved into our house and made sure I brushed my teeth and went to school and all that real-life stuff you really don't want to deal with when you've almost inadvertently started the apocalypse and then lost your only sister. Xander gave me emotional support, and Spike made sure no bumps in the night came around trying to kill me.
But it still wasn't the same. So when Willow decided to try bringing Buffy back to life, I was so on board. It wasn't just that I wanted her back -- although that was kind of a huge part of it -- but also that I kept picturing her stuck in some hell dimension because of me. I was so happy when she came back to me. Except she wasn't really back, not fully. She was distant and distracted and didn't seem to even really want me around, which, you know, I'm used to, but I gotta admit, it kind of hurt.
So yeah. It kind of turned out that, instead of some hell dimension, we'd actually pulled her out of heaven and she was having some trouble adjusting, whoops. Meanwhile, proving that I have, like, the worse taste in guys sometimes, I ended up having my first kiss with a vampire. I really should have spotted that one. And he wasn't a cool, protective vampire like Spike, but an actual 'grr, I'm gonna kill you' vampire.
Everyone was just so busy with their lives, anyway, that it wasn't really like they had any time for me. I ended up accidentally asking a vengeance demon to trap them all in our house just so that they'd actually spend some quality time with me. I mean, okay, maybe that wasn't the best approach, but it worked, didn't it?
>> Human. Human now... and helpless. <<
Anyway, it turned out Willow had tapped into some seriously bad mojo bringing my sister back from the dead. Things got pretty hairy for awhile. Angelus returned. Tara dead… And then Willow found out who had been responsible for Tara's death and went completely off the deep end. Like, 'intent on ending the world' sort of crazy, not just 'I'm gonna say really mean things and then cry at telephone ads' crazy. Thankfully Xander saved the day -- he's so cool -- and once again, the world didn't end.
Things were okay for a little while then. Sunnydale High reopened and I got to go to my sister's old high school. Of course, there were still some problems, like that time some love spell made me almost kill myself for this guy at school, and this other time when I had to perform a solo exorcism because it looked like this demon was attacking my mom's ghost. You know, typical kid stuff.
>> And we can develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples and I could wear high heels more often. <<
By the time we got all that sorted out, it was time for another apocalypse in the form of some bigger than Big Bad called The First.
They tried to send me away when it finally all went down, but I wasn't going without a fight. And it turned out I did help. I'm not a terrible fighter or anything, whatever Buffy thinks. I held my own, and I was there when my big sister -- and some of her new friends -- stopped the world from ending yet again. Okay, so we had to literally destroy Sunnydale to do it, but at least the world was safe.
You know, for a little while…
>> What are we gonna do now? <<
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: NoneExtraRP Sample
It was late afternoon by the time Dawn strolled into the Espresso Pump after school. She ordered herself a latte and then grabbed a seat at the counter, sliding up onto the stool. Leaning back against the counter, she looked around for a moment, before she turned back to face the right way, setting her drink down on the surface.
After a moment, she reached into her inside jacket pocket and pulled out a few items that she'd procured at the pharmacy up the street, thanks to a five-finger discount. Almost obsessively, she examined each of her little prizes: a few things of eyeshadow, a lipstick, and even -- inexplicably -- a toothbrush.
Already, the rush of the shoplifting was starting to wear off, leaving her with a feeling of shame and still a stronger compulsion to do it again. It was stupid to have these things out in the open here, so close to the store she'd just taken them from, and where anybody could see them, but she needed to relive the moment, so that she could savour that rush of power and control just a little bit longer.
A noise from behind her made her jump, and she quickly moved to gather her prized back up and shove them away, out of sight in her pocket. In her haste, however, her clumsiness got the better of her, and one of the packets of eyeshadow went clattering to the floor.
Of course, if the person hadn't seen her take the things, they'd really have no reason to think she hadn't paid for them -- or even to care about just how a teenage girl had come by some bits of makeup and a toothbrush -- but she was still a bit on edge and couldn't help being jumpy.Anything else
: Nope.Member Title
: Little Miss MuffetPlay by
: Michelle TrachtenbergNo one mourns the
: Whistler was here