Name: Danae (Dah-NAY) "Reve" Lee Walker
Nicknames: Most commonly called Reve, introducing herself as such. Also answers to Lee and Walker, Walker being her nickname from her high school years. If she must, in a roll-call or first meeting, she will respond to Danae. Most likely, when meeting anyone from Roswell, she will introduce herself as Danae as well, in case the name of her grandmother is familiar with the locals.
Family: Douglas Family
Age:23
Gender:Female
Species:
Sexual Preference:Heterosexual, though she often finds relationships to be too much of a struggle and simply goes on her way without that overrated 'other-half'.
Avatar: Sandra Bullock
Appearance: Danae looks like neither her father nor her mother, but a delightful blend of both of their best features. She is of average height, standing at roughly 5'7" with a medium to average build. Her weight fluctuates from 140 pounds at the lowest to the peak at 148 pounds. With square shoulders and a long elegant neck and toned arms, her individualistic features make her unique and an un-seeming beauty. A normal waist, slightly wider hips, and long, muscular legs, ending in a foot most often filling a size 8 shoe complete her frame.
She has her father's face with a square head and angular jaw. Her mother's chin, defined with a central and slight indentation, and a smooth forehead, completes the softened outlines of her unique yet feminine facial structure. Danae also has smooth rounded cheekbones that detract from her prominent jawline and chin. Resting within the frame of her face, you will find dark eyes, a brown with twinges of hazel and emerald green. Her slanted oval eyes are rimmed with long, thick eyelashes that she often plays up with a smudge of eye-shadow and minimal mascara. Moving downward along her face, a small, sloped nose that resembles her father's accentuates her features, leading to a mouth of a softened Cupid's bow with pouty lips. With a subtle curve of her mouth and a slightly larger bottom lip, Danae does nothing but allow the gloss to glide onto her lips before heading out of the house. Her smile makes up for the lack of beauty products, her teeth straight from years of braces, and whitened by her father's insistent oral hygiene regimen. Beyond that, her smile is genuine, true, carrying into her eyes that sparkle when she is truly happy. Makeup, like boyfriends, is overrated and considered as excess baggage.
Overall, Danae's skin is clear and slightly tanned from her hours upon hours spent outside with her father or her brother in the woods or fields surrounding their home. Like everyone else, she has her problem areas and at her mother's constant insistence, uses the typical products to rid herself of those problems.
Atop her head is a nest of thick, often wild, wavy hair. In the high humidity of the state, her hair often frizzes due to the natural curl element of it. For this, she actually does delve into the world of hair products, and tames the mane. Of the darkest chestnut, her hair well past her shoulders, but seldom does anyone realize it's true length. Reve often wears her hair up, but cannot control the unruly bangs that hang along the sides of her face. Occasionally, it is worn down, but usually only in rare special instances that are often accompanied by the equally rare skirt or dress.
Our body is a temple, and Reve has been decorated, natural and cosmetic, only twice. A deep, jagged scar stretches across her right knee It happened when she was just seven years old and resulted from a tumble out of a tall oak tree. She landed on a sharp rock, embedded in the ground and felt the skin tear as blood covered the ground. Rushing into the house, her father, the doctor, stitched her up and then proceeded to scold her for disobeying him and climbing in the tree. It was not the first and certainly wouldn't be the last of long lectures and skinned limbs.
The second marking came on her brother, Michael's, 18th birthday. Laughing like the best friends they were, Reve and Michael waltzed into a tattoo parlor and took a seat in the leather chairs. With their heads bowed, a blue and purple yin-yang was etched into Reve's right shoulder while Michael's was done on the left. It was a symbol for them, two halves of a whole, the opposite siblings forever connected and providing a balance in their world. The subtle hues of blue and purples, reminiscent of a midnight sea, were originally used to show their subdued demeanors, the likeness of the colors reminding them of their few similarities. Their initials were also inscribed onto either side, DLW and DMW.
Personality: Neither easily excitable or angered, Danae is a docile creature with an intense dislike for conflict and unnecessary drama. This is not to say that she has a mild temper. When truly angered, Reve is a volatile force. Due to her calm demeanor and level head, that fury is seldom seen. To provoke such behavior would take more than most people can manage. A threat to her family, a rude comment about her loved ones, or someone slandering her good name are among the things that can make her blood boil. Seeing others beaten down upon and injustice to those less fortunate are also means for her temper to flare.
Rather than lashing out, however, Danae searches for a solution to whatever problem befalls her and always approaches things with a logical and often analytical mind-set. Of course, sometimes, as in the cases mentioned above, those discussions and debates simply will not do. She came to learn the hard way that some conflicts can only be solved with a sharp right hook and a few heated words thrown out in argument.
Danae can always finds something to be happy about, no matter how rotten her day might have been. She takes delight in the simple things, a gorgeous sunset or an animal running free. A quiet smile takes her face when she can tend to her reptile collection, the snakes trailing through her fingers or showing their graceful beauty as they climb a limb or explore their territory. A broader smile lights her eyes when she sees her brother throw a winning pass or deliver a flawless line in the school play. Her mother's passion for the arts as they tour the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, or her father's love of sports as they watch a game on Sunday has always amused her as well.
A good movie with a strong story line and dynamic characters appeals to the writer in her, while hearing her favorite song come on a random radio station puts a grin on her face. An old church hymn, when sung in the right voice, can bring a tear to her eye, as well as "Last Date" when sung by Pearl Jam. Funerals are her worst, the idea of death one of her greatest fears and the thing she dreads the most. Like all young ones, she would love to live forever. Another reason for hating funerals, aside from the tears and final goodbyes, is hearing Psalm 23. It never fails to send a chill down her spine when read over the person's grave.
Few things scare or sadden Danae since her emotions stay well controlled within a happy medium of joy and contemplation. A trust realist, she sees things for what they are, nothing more or less.
When meeting people for the first time, she is often quiet, but says what she is thinking in reference to whatever the topic at hand might be. She never exploits herself and hates being made the center of attention. Danae is without a doubt a behind-the-scenes kind of girl that will step into the limelight if there is no other option. When getting to know someone, Danae is guarded until a certain amount of trust is established. Once trust is gained, she is a loyal friend and it will take nothing short of a tragedy to break that trust. However, once broken, it is hard to earn it back. One shot is all it takes in her mind since humans are creatures of habit and history will repeat itself. Always forgiving and never judgmental, Danae often serves as an advisor and confidante for many of her friends. Her honest eyes and kind smile make her an easy person to trust, and her looks are definitely not deceiving. She is exactly as she seems. With the proper upbringing that her parents gave her, she is a woman of integrity and makes decisions based on her beliefs.
Everything that she does, despite the consequences, is done with the best of intentions. Sometimes, her heart gets in the way and her judgment is always to do what she feels, which is best for her. Often times, it leads to rash actions, but noble purposes just the same. As always, Danae stands up for what she believes in straight to the end. Danae stands responsible for her own actions and always follows her heart.
Powers: Because Danae knew nothing of her mother's family in the beginning, her powers are nearly non-existent to her. She feels drawn to the water and the life within it, as well as its beauty, serenity, and grace, but she always thinks nothing of it. During her times of sadness, when the weather is already in the proper conditions, a light rain seems to fall, and during her spells of anger, a torrential downpour covers the area around her, giving testimony to her slight power of rain, but again, she sees nothing out of the ordinary. Never has she dreamed that the things she considers as merely coincidences were actually because of a power within her inherited from generations back on her mother's side. Now, as she travels to Roswell, her powers, however weak and untrained, will finally be revealed. Once that occurs, she will be able to utilize the ability to breathe underwater, as well as influence the rain. However, she will never have any control over transformation with water and will only, when necessary or provoked, whether by anger, fear, or adrenaline providing the necessity to act, be able to manipulate the element of water. In the beginning, when using her powers, Danae will become weak quite easily. This weakness will be accompanied by a headache due to over-exertion and often times, her hands may shake. As time passes, she will grow more accustomed to using her powers, but still, from time to time, a particularly complicated maneuver will weaken her.
Hobbies: Nature calls to Danae loudly, calling her out to the places by the riverbanks, along the foothills, and down the red dirt back-roads. When she isn't helping to clean a river or save the ocean from destruction, she enjoys a simple walk along the creek located on the back of her father's property in Lexington, Georgia, near the swamps. When the rain falls and drives her inside, or when the moments of the night are quiet and serene, Danae finds herself caring for her collection of snakes that she keeps in the basement or painting in the corner of the basement that has become her studio. Should all else fail, Danae lets herself be taken away to another world through the written word of literature of days gone by. She most often reads the classics of Shakespeare, Poe, Keats, Yeats, and Hardy, but from time to time, a new bestseller that she must read will catch her eye. When the pre-printed pages are not enough, Danae lets herself take flight through her own tales that she weaves onto the page, her pen scratching furiously against the coarse paper. To clear her head and keep herself in shape, she will often strap on her running shoes and take off through the woods, her iPod sending out the sound of the '70s in the form of classic rock, from bands such as The Eagles, AC/DC, Chicago, the Police, and sometimes, the more modern sounds of Hinder, Nickelback, and others that populate her playlist. Of course, all this can be cast aside in a moment should her parents or her brother desire her attention; she never denies them anything if she can help it.
Occupation: A recent college graduate and a Biology Major, Danae hopes to work as a teacher or in a wildlife retreat, but after her mother's death, her career plans have been put on hold to fulfill a promise her mother forced her to keep. (I'm sure, since the plantation of the Douglas house once stood where the Chattahoochee Nature Center is now, Danae will offer her services there.)
Extra: Once, when Danae was around ten years old, she and Michael had been swimming alone, after school, in the creek. She looked away for a moment, and when she looked back, the creek was sweeping Michael swiftly down its path with the current. Somehow, despite the odds, she saved her brother. Focusing, she dove into the rolling waters, calming them as she dove down to the river bed, breathing underwater and bringing him to the surface. With no true harm done, the event was never revealed and was kept a secret. it would have meant trouble for them both, disobeying their parents by going alone to the creek. After some time, the memory faded...but the secrets revealed, though overlooked, were only the beginning.
Parents: Mother:Anne Douglas. (Nurse, Deceased)
Father: Lee Walker (Cardiologist)
Siblings: David Michael Walker (19 years old, Naval recruit, away at training at present)
Other Members: Grandmother: Danae Martin Douglas (75, Retired and living away from Roswell to be free of the memory of Arthur)
Grandfather: David Arthur Douglas. (Deceased)
Briyan Douglas (distant cousin?)
History: Anne Douglas left Roswell after high school, at age 19, and headed east, finally settling into the historical town of Lexington, Georgia. She had grown tired of the feuds of the families and wanted a chance to be free from it all. Lee Walked was a local doctor and heart specialist in search of a secretary for the small town doctor's office that he owned. He came from a long line of doctors and knew how important a good nurse and secretary were to keep the office running smoothly. Desperate for a job, Anne took the position as secretary and bookkeeper, showing up early for her interview. On the day of her interview, she met the doctor, Lee, and her first impression was that he was far too young to be a doctor, much less have his own practice.
Though she had no experience, he hired her on the spot with a smile creeping into his handsome features, dark eyes sparkling as he watched her. There was just something about her...Years passed and amid her studies to become a licensed nurse and work by his side, a fondness grew between the two of them. Two years after she had begun working for him, the feelings between them could no longer be denied. Dating, to an engagement, and finally to a happy marriage when Anne was 23 and Lee was 31, a smile set permanently and genuinely into their features. They were truly happy together, a picture perfect couple. Lee never knew of Anne's secret of her family. She had wanted a normal life and so she hid her past and her powers to obtain that.
Two more years passed, and at age 25, Anne came to her husband with news of a new addition to their family: a child...a daughter.
One cold night, late in December, Danae "Reve" Lee Walker was born. Despite Anne's decision to leave Roswell, she could never truly leave her family behind. In fact, she named her firstborn after the woman that had cared for her most of her life. She was given her Grandmother Douglas' name, Danae, and her father's first name of Lee. The exotic side of her mother graced her with the nickname of Reve, meaning dream in French, and the last name of Walker completed this child's growing identity and further sealed away the legacy of the Douglas family.
For three years, Reve, as she was called by her parents, was the only child, loved, blessed, and perhaps slightly spoiled. The year of her fourth birthday, Reve's mother set the little girl down and in a voice brimming with joy, the news of a new baby rushed past Anne's lips. Months later, a baby boy, David Michael Walker, was born.
As the two children grew up together, he and Reve were inseparable, despite their age differences. He was her "Mikey" and she was his "Revey". Like two sides of a coin, they were complete opposites that could somehow always find some common ground. As the years passed, their interests changed, but their sibling bond remained the same. High school was sure to be another stake that would drive them apart, but even then, they were still just as close as ever. Reve was the president of the Science Club and captain of the Debate Team at her high school in Lexington. After winning numerous medals for her expertise in Extemporaneous speaking and Essay Writing at the Region and State level Literary competition, Reve closed the book on her high school career, graduating at the top of her class. She attended the University of Georgia on a Fellowship scholarship and majored in Biology, giving her access to the animals she loved, especially those of the reptilian and aquatic persuasion.
Despite her hectic college schedule, she always made time for her father's movie nights, her mother's shopping sprees, and her little brother's football and soccer games or performances on stage. A devoted daughter and loving sister, Reve loved nothing more than to go home to her house in the country and sit around the kitchen table, talking with her parents until their eyelids drooped and sleep became necessary. Then, once her parents were securely in bed, Reve could hear a younger Michael sneaking down to hear all about her day. His collegiate sister fascinated him; he could listen to her for hours and soon, he realized that she could just as easily listen to him.
She had a special bond with each of them. The side of her that her father cherished was the one that could allow her to be outside, among the animals and plants, and still smile. He shared her passion for reptiles, for the aquatic wildlife, and told her of his dream, years ago, to become a Marine Biologist. It was with him that she would hike the trails in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains and bicycle across the fields, legs pumping as the wind tore at their hair. With her mother, she shared her girly side, the one that she rarely let out if its cage. Together, they would scour the malls, run into all the dress shops, and yes, from time to time, even talk about whatever boy Reve fancied at the time. Her mother came to learn that her daughter was a realist in the romance department and would never be a hopeless romantic. She didn't want cut flowers sent to her on a rainy day, She'd rather them be growing wild and free. Chocolate hearts and stuffed animals were a waste of money, she thought. Anne admitted with pride, more than anything, that Reve knew what she wanted and that material things were nothing to her.
Above all else, she cherished her family, a common teaching in the South. She loved them with all that she was, and somewhere, deep down, a part of her wondered about the estranged Douglases that she had never known.
All seemed as perfect as real life could be, and even with the ups and downs, smiling was still possible and surprisingly easy to do despite the chaos and sadness in the world around them...until the call came that would wreck the entire Walker world. A few months before her 23rd birthday, Reve's cell phone rang, "Carry on Wayward Son" blaring throughout her dorm room as she scrambled to answer the call. It was her father's number, but as she answered, the usual "Hey Pumpkin" was not heard,. Instead, a foreign voice spoke, telling her to get to the hospital, that her family needed her there right away. Racing and rushing with no care but to know what had happened, she burst through the Emergency Room doors of the local hospital, thoughts racing through her mind. Was it Mike? Dad? Or...Freezing, she saw Michael and Lee walking toward her, leaving only one person. Mom. That thought had hardly crossed her mind. In her mind, her mother was immortal, unstoppable, so much that death and disease could never weaken or catch her. As they met her, arms reaching out for her, she felt tears stinging her eyes and demanded answers. She didn't want comfort or condolences; she wanted to know why.
The ones she received could never have been the ones she wanted.
A heart attack at work. Nothing her father could do. And now, a coma.
The last thing she remembered was falling into Michael's arms as tears spilled down her cheeks. Unseen strings pulled her this way and that, leading her here and there. Sitting in a cramped waiting room with no idea how she got there, nurses came and spoke to her. She heard nothing. One last visit, they told her. Braindead, they said. A numb feeling crept into her heart as she stared at the wall across the room and stroked her brother's hair while he slept against her shoulder. One by one, the remaining members of the Walker family walked into the hospital room to say their goodbyes. When she was left alone, Reve's anger got the better of her. The chairs in the waiting room being her only opponents, she lashed out, a cry tearing from her throat as she kicked them harder than she could imagined. The throbbing pain in her legs as they collided with the chairs meant nothing. It was heavenly compared to the heart within her that had been ripped apart.
A family decision ending in tears. One last goodbye and Anne was gone, the beeping of the monitors and the whirring of the machines ceasing into a peaceful silence. Gone...After days of shock and heartache in a sterile hospital waiting room, there were no tears left; just a signature to finish the paperwork and a silent walk to the car, their heads ducked against the misting rain. Through the funeral, the burial, and the days after, Reve remembered nothing but holding her brother's hand and the steadily increasing rainfall.
At the reading of the will, all assets were handed over to Lee, as was his right by the law...All but one thing. It was an envelope and it was placed into Reve's hands. Inside, a letter in her mother's handwriting contained a vague explanation followed by a strong promise. As the truth hit her that her mother had known she was sick and had planned ahead for this moment, angry tears filled Reve's eyes. And the estate left to Reve in Roswell only angered her more...even though all of the details were not known. The letter did not disclose the share in the Nature Center, or the car parked in an old garage. She knew nothing other than that her mother's belongings were waiting in Roswell, an inheritance she didn't want from a family she didn't know in a town in which she had never been...
And the hits just kept coming when Michael, wrought with grief, left home. Reve saw him off, kissing his cheek in a farewell gestures as he headed off for basic training. For the Navy. Little did she know that her brother would possess the same gifts that had been hidden from him. When Michael returned from a six-year tour in the Navy, he would return home and follow his sister to Roswell. The contents of the letter haunted him as well, and like Reve, he had to know. He couldn't leave his sister alone to face the changing of their lives without him. As often as he could, Michael would write or call Reve, with a promise to visit her soon. In truth, it was too hard, too painful to return home to see his father where the memory of his mother remained so vivid to him.
Despite the changes in their life and the responsibilities that surfaced with the matriarch of the Walker family gone, the letter was always at the front of her mind, staring her in the face, since just days before at the reading of the will. She could still hardly believe it...The letter made Reve promise to go to Roswell, and to see the family that Anne herself had left one day, so many years ago. Despite the anger inside and Reve's father's wish for her to say home with him, she hopped into her car and headed toward her mother's hometown. She hoped she would find answers to her mother's hidden past, but even she had no idea, yet, of the secrets in store for her.
The tales that she learned of the history of Roswell, the magical powers within, and the ties that her mother's family had to it would be nothing short of shocking.