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she's like an
ANGEL's KISS
in the middle of spring.

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.Name. Danielle Alexandria Bishop-Mora _ / _ Nickname. Dani, Elle, Lila _ / _ Age. 25 _ / _ Birthdate. October, 19 _ / _ Birthplace. Seville, Spain _ / _ Nationality. Spanish _ / _ Ethnicity. British-Spanish _ / _ Domicile. London, England _ / _ Career. Professional ballet dancer _ / _ Affiliation. The Royal Ballet.She is crowned with a beautiful light golden hair, like shades of sun melted into the earthly world, which always seemed to be tied into a bun when she is dancing or just casually let down when she is not. Everyone seems to come around the same agreement of her possession of such beauty like a swan, with graceful eyelashes; mesmerizing pale blue colored and round shaped eyes; small yet delicate high nose bridge; and thin upper lip and plump lower lip, shaped like a heart; features that complimenting each other perfectly. She has a small, thin build that seemed so fragile yet the muscles were tight from twenty years of ballet. An average height of 165 centimeters and always maintaining a balanced weight for her ballet career at approximately 45 kilograms..
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this is her
ELEGANTLY AGAINST
the whole world.

.Oftentimes others misunderstood her as someone bearing a weak heart and flimsy soul, prone to wither like flowers in fall season. This presumption exists fully due to her own superficial nature that constantly exhibits her sensitivity and tenderhearted colours, she is that person one can easily make cry. Listening to melancholy music, watching a heart-wrenching movie, or by just looking at cute animals will resulted in her tears falling. Yet, deep down she actually has a resilient personality. A versatile personae that grows stronger the older she gets.MBTI. __ ESFJ-A (The Assertive Consul)
Temprament. __ Sanguine-MelancholySteadfast and persevering. However hard her path gets, it never can make her sways from the dreams she hold close. Though easily hurts, she always know how to rise again after free falling from megrims. It is not easy to make her lose her perpetual spirit. In the other hand, she is thirsty of other's approval, especially her family. She always needy of the feeling to be complimented, to be seen, and to be understood.She is an enthusiastic, expressive, and a very affectionate person. People around her tell her that they always feel comfortable whenever she is around. It is as if to wherever she walks by, a flower path blooms underneath her footprints. She is easy to approach and likes to talk to other people; she says talking to others opening a door to one's heart, making it easy to empathizing or even to judge..

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star-crossed,
HEAVEN-BOUND
our forsaken constellation.

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.ACT I :
[Scène: Allegro giusto]
It was believed that at the time she was born into this world, a flock of doves was flying rather close by to the ground, singing eulogies and circling the windows of the hospital room she was in. As if they were there to witness her cherry-red cheeks in the absence of her father and older brothers. She was born late into the family. They said it was an accident. They said she was never expected. All those words never got their way near her as it was her mother who always gave her all the attention that was robbed from her, all that she needed. You are so dearly loved by every single thing in this universe, her mother said, the first ever lie in her life. Papá is busy now so he can't see you yet, her mother would said again, every time she asked of her father's attention.ACT II :
[Scène: Moderato]
After eight years living a life in great desire of the love from her father and brothers, she only realised then the reassurance her mother constantly gave was only an empty words. Daughter is useless. A daughter's only job is to be madly beautiful and utterly foolish, his father said one day——when she accidentally overheard the talks among grown ups after rushing home from her first prized ballet competition. The intention to seek for her father's praises was wasted on learning the harsh reality of her position in this fragile world. She cried and cried, in silence, in solitude. At least, there was still her mother and grandpa that needed her. I am still needed here, consoled her to her own heavy heart.ACT III :
[Scène: Waltz]
Even though it was clear of what they whispered about her as the unwanted one, the vast forgiveness bestowed to her heart could never made her stopped from a wishful thinking of: maybe one day Papá will eventually see me. Such a beacon of warmth, such a poor little girl. She decided at a young age that she would focused on her ballet career, to achieve that madly beautiful her father once said, to prove of her own worth in the family, thus leaving the school behind and got homeschooled instead. There was no more dreams after this, they all withered with the youth she gave up on living.ACT IV :
[Scène: Allegro vivo]
She pursuit her dream by getting herself into a prestigious ballet academy in Madrid, living far from home at the age so young, only for the hope of attention she kept the ashes close to her heart. It wasn't only a merely absurd dream of a kid, but it was also her mother's, and her mother's mother, the mother before her again——of all the women in her bloodlines, she carried all their hopes with her small limbs. To be a ballet dancer was a thing her mother never got to taste. The dream had to be buried six feet under when she married her husband, starting a family, and eventually lost the years left to live from an early diagnosed alzheimer's disease. It was such a prolonged and haunting nightmares Danielle had to endure, as with the degenerating memories of her mother about her, losing the grip of her daughter's existence; there was nobody left in this world that needed her. You are no longer needed by anyone here, a voice resonated, it was her own.ACT V :
[Scène: Allegro agitato]
It was not an attempt to escape, as she firmly believed, when she determined at the first two years of her mother's disease started she would went further more from home. The farthest she could go. There was another reason behind this decision. At her previous ballet academy in Madrid, the children there would ceaselessly intimidated her by saying she was a nepo baby and that her getting to this ballet school was only because of her prominent family. Thirsty of proving herself, though crestfallen and despairing, she tried hard to get accepted into the renowned ballet academy in French. Surviving on her own at the unripe age of only thirteen....

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darling,
OCEAN's COLOURS
on your face..
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