Post by Virginia 'Pepper' Potts on Dec 28, 2012 0:04:24 GMT -5
Daniella Nightmare Hollier
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Full Name: Daniella Hollier
Nicknames: Ella, Nightmare, Dani, Holly
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Sexual Orientation: Straight
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Location: New York City
Origin: OC
Play-By: Isla Fisher
Height: 5'6
Hair: Hazel/Light brown
Eyes: Dark, chocolate brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform: At work, she wears the tight-fitting SHIELD authentic uniform, but outside she tends to wear skinny jeans and sundresses.
Powers/Abilities: Ella has heightened endurance, precision, and agility. It is nowhere near as high as Captain America's but it still has helped her in the long run. She also is a master of many forms of mixed-martial arts, including Karate, Boxing, Kung-Fu, Tai-Kwon-Doh, and Jui Jitsu.
Team Affiliation: SHIELD
Personality: In the office, Ella walks with poise and purpose, chin up, eyebrows slightly raised, as if constantly questioning and evaluating you. She isn’t cocky, more so… Reserved. Very few know how she truly is, as very few have even gotten the chance to speak to her. Her temper is short, but the amount of time she spends out of the agency never is. She is constantly shrouded by her own mask of secrets and lies. Well, that is, in the office.
Outside, Ella leads a second life. She has a wry, yet entertaining sense of humour. She can easily entertain herself and refuses to ever be bored. One might actually go as far as to say that she's somewhat normal.
Family: Pierre Banville (father, deceased), Lucie Banville (mother, deceased), Aiden Banville (older brother, deceased), Elizabeth Beau (maternal aunt), Elijah Beau (cousin)
Marital status: None
History: Look into the file of Daniella Hollier and you will find no information before 2010. The bit that is there states that she was born and raised in a classy, little French town. Her few papers possess a few pictures with a little girl, sitting with what appears to be a father and a brother, but all names and dates were ripped off.
Current day, she works at a SHIELD base, being one of the most elusive members. Her office is locked, the windows being of one-way glass. Only Fury and one or two agents have ever set foot inside. Rumours buzz about, conspiracy theories and brilliant ideas. Most of those who work around her have a vague sense that she's probably just a high ranked agent, but there has been nothing to prove it. It is rare that she'll talk to the agents around her.
Sample Post: I’m going to kill whoever invented high-heels.
I will murder them in the bloodiest possible way so that they regret ever inventing such awful things.
Maybe it’s just me - no, it can’t be just me - but, honestly, I can’t see any reason why any woman would be inclined to wear heels. They suck. They’re awful. They hug and squeeze your feet in all of the wrong ways. Like I said, they suck. And wearing them with a fucking sundress on a warm sunny day? Sucks even worse. Sure, I look hot as all hell in these heels (they match my ear-rings, I know, amazing, right?), but they make my feet sweat and are undeniably the source of some pretty painful blisters. Sweat, blisters, and mixed martial arts don’t often tend to go well together. Blisters and sweat don’t often mix well with kicking ass either. I’m pretty sure there’s been a scientific study done on that one.
Oh, and let’s not forget, sweat and blisters probably don’t mix well with mystery-girls that people like myself are sent on little ‘trips’ to gather ‘intel’ on. Goddammit, Fury, I honestly don’t think anyone in the whole freaking world gives a damn if this girl’s file is, ‘short!’ Leaving the office at such a busy time of the year is crucial! I could have traced and killed at least ten terrorists in the time that it took me to have lunch with this girl. Of course, our records show that she’s a year older than me, so I proooobbbabbbbllllyyy shouldn’t be calling her ‘girl,’ but she hasn’t told us her name, nor does she seem to intend to, so until further notice she shall be girl. It’s not like I go around asking the public to call me Nightmare! So she will not be Horror Story. No, she will simply be telling me her story. Then I can get back to my life.
I think I’m making her out to be pretty bad, though. I mean, I’ve met her once or twice before, and the girl wasn’t entirely awful… I think it’s the heels getting to me. Damn heels… So evil. Nonetheless, while I’m strolling my way through some dumb town - head high, looking hot and mysterious as always - I could be back doing more important things. Sure, Fury probably had something planned for her (or myself - the guys always has something up his sleeve), but why did I have to be chosen? There are plenty more fully able field-agents that Fury could have chosen to go.
Pushing down an groan, I slid a phone out of my purse (did I mention that it matches my ear-rings which match the bloody contraptions that society refers to as heels?), checking the name of the restaurant I was meant to meet this girl at. A small corner-pub large enough to seem a natural place to dine at, yet small enough to keep publicists from catching wind of any… Accidents.
I could only pray there would be no accidents.
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