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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
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Your Name: Ket
Your Journal:
Your Email: Gmail: tinyplantalchemist
Your AIM: Perceive Truth
Character:
Character's Name: Dahlia Hawthorne
Character's Fandom: Ace Attorney
Character's Home Universe: About Dahlia (http://www.court-records.net/chara3-4.htm#chinami)
Dahlia's storyline, in chronological order: Turnabout Beginnings (http://www.court-records.net/gs3-4.htm#villain) | Turnabout Memories (http://www.court-records.net/gs3-1.htm#villain) | Bridge to the Turnabout (http://www.court-records.net/gs3-5.htm#villain)
Personality: On the surface, Dahlia Hawthorne is the sweetest, nicest person one could ever hope to know. She's shy and demure, easily shocked, and cries at the drop of a hat. And yet she's so very kind and caring and she loves everyone and everything. Butterflies have been known to congregate around her pure and gentle demeanor.
Pff, as if. Naturally, all of that is an act meant to keep Dahlia out of trouble. In reality she is a cruel, heartless person with no regard for anyone but herself. She even considers her own twin sister a nuisance who would be better off dead. If somebody crosses her she'll do whatever it takes to make them pay, all the while making it look like an accident or somebody else's fault. And when she does get her revenge she's meticulous. She plans everything out to the last detail, so that nothing will point to her, and plans her cover story and testimony perfectly. However, when she's put on the spot or called on her lies she can get careless; she's a good forward-thinker, but thinking things up at the spur of the moment is more difficult for Dahlia.
When she was a child, Dahlia's mother wanted nothing to do with her when it turned out she didn't have the Fey family's talent for summoning spirits, and her father cared more about his business than his family. Dahlia grew up alone and unloved. Even her twin sister Iris, frequently her co-conspirator, "betrayed" her by falling in love with a man who was nothing more than a pawn in Dahlia's plot to hide evidence of a murder she committed. However, even if at one point in her past Dahlia was merely lonely and in need of love, that is no longer true. Any capability for empathy or caring is gone, replaced by sheer malice and hatred.
Abilities and Skills: Though she comes from a family of spirit mediums, Dahlia's spiritual power is very weak. She can't channel a thing; the only thing she's capable of doing is summoning trick locks. Trick locks are particular locks and chains that are used to seal up the Inner Temple of Hazakura when a spirit medium is training, and they can only be unlocked by the person who set them because there are literally hundreds of possible combinations to them.
The case in which they appear doesn't really get into detail about what they're made of, but one thing is clear: They aren't ordinary locks. Iris placed one on the temple door to seal Maya in for training, but when Phoenix came back later to investigate, Dahlia had placed four more. There were no extra locks anywhere near the temple; even if there were, Dahlia wouldn't have known where to find them. So it stands to reason that these locks are summoned by the person who places them. Obviously this takes a bit of spiritual power, but Iris and Dahlia are only said not to be spirit mediums; as members of the Fey family, they have at least a little, even if it's not much.
Aside from being summoned psychically or whatever and being almost impossible to unlock if you aren't the one who set them, the locks are completely ordinary. They look like Psyche Locks, for those who know what those look like, but they're physical locks and chains that lock up doors, windows, and the like, and can be broken with enough physical strength.
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She was clenching the receiver so tightly it seemed it might snap, but her voice remained as sugary sweet as always. "You're going on another date with him? So soon?" It had only been two days since the last one.
"Well, yes..." Her sister's voice came through the line, sounding sheepish and abashed. "But he still hasn't given it back, so..."
Dahlia's eyes narrowed as she listened to the pathetic excuse. "You've been seeing him a lot, Iris," she said with a note of false hesitance. "But it's still not doing any good. Maybe we should just..."
"No!"
Dahlia was taken aback by the sudden outburst. She tilted her head, switching the receiver to her other hand and stretching her now-free arm above her head to let out the kink that had formed. Well, well. This is interesting. She didn't respond, just waited for Iris to catch herself.
"It's just..." If Dahlia knew Iris like she thought she did, the younger twin was probably pacing, maybe twisting her finger in her hair as she tried to backtrack. "It would be pretty difficult to cover up a murder, Dahlia... I mean, we'd have to make it look like an accident, come up with an alibi, make sure not to leave any evidence..."
Dahlia smirked wryly as Iris babbled on. It was obvious what was going on. As much as she didn't want it to be true, it had happened. She should have known it would come about; Iris was completely weak-willed and spineless. "You're right. Well, good luck."
"G-good luck?!" Dahlia could almost hear Iris blushing on the other end.
"Getting the necklace back."
"Oh... oh! The necklace." Iris sounded even more sheepish now.
After a few pleasantries they ended the call. As she set the phone down, the redhead's face contorted in rage. This was not going as planned. The only thing she could do now was kill her precious "Feenie", and do it without letting Iris know.
The wheels started turning.
And then, several years later while Dahlia sat on death row, she disappeared. They never found the body... assuming that there was one.
WE'RE FUCKED