ID Number: 840224

DOB: 09/08/2002

Nicknames: Dani, DLC

Zodiac: Virgo

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: single

Languages: Spanish, English, Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, French, German

Former Affiliations: MIT (Massachusetts Institute of Technology), Requiem

Current Affiliations: Valhalis Institute, Forging Pyre

Skill set breakdown:

• Combat: 50

• Technology: 55

• Intelligence: 60

Current Occupation: trainee (second year)

Specialization: N/A

Weapons of choice: N/A

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• ^{Lean/petite mesomorph, 5'1 in stature}

• ^{Dark brown eyes.}

  
  

Notable scars/birth marks:

• ^{no notable scars at present}

• ^{one mole under her left eye, on her left shoulder and chest.}

_{Daniela carries herself with a quiet kind of grace, the sort that doesn’t demand attention but somehow holds it once you notice her. Her cadence is calm and unhurried, each word measured yet soft enough to drift past without consequence unless she intends otherwise. There’s a lightness in her tone when she speaks, an understated charm that can make the most ordinary remark sound quietly compelling.}

_{When she chooses to persuade, her words flow like water, gentle, convincing, impossible to push against. But most of the time, Daniela prefers to remain unseen, slipping into the rhythm of a room with practiced ease.}

_{She listens more than she speaks, content to let others take the spotlight while she observes, unnoticed yet always aware, her presence felt only by those perceptive enough to sense it.}

MBTI: INTJ (the mastermind)

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

• Likes: ^{lo-fi music, subtle humor and word play, silly gen z slang/jokes, late night walks, coffee with specifically 4 sugar cubes, the number 4, christmas, candlelight, and the faint smell of incense}

  
  

• Dislikes: ^{early morning functions, people who talk too much/ask too many questions during a critical time, pressure, weak passwords and careless security habits}

  
  

Habits:

• Tucks stray strands of hair behind her ear when she’s concentrating, especially while coding or thinking through a problem.

• Crosses herself instinctively in moments of stress or danger, a remnant of her once-devout upbringing that she hasn’t entirely shaken.

• Leaves messages for herself in code, small reminders or jokes hidden in her programs that no one else would notice.

• Avoids eye contact when she doesn’t want to engage but can hold someone’s gaze unnervingly when she decides to.

• Bites her bottom lip when she’s trying to suppress a reaction...amusement, irritation, or nerves.

"_{Serve me like it’s your penance. Need me until it ruins you. Breathe me in, again and again, until the taste of me burns in your lungs and you forget what freedom ever felt like.}"

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Personality:

_{Daniela is quiet, composed, and sharp in ways that often go unnoticed at first. She has a mind built for patterns, seeing connections where others see noise, and an unrelenting curiosity that once made her a straight-A student, able to untangle problems that leave others stumped. There is a lingering trace of the devout girl she once was...Measured, polite, drawn to order—but faith has softened into something quieter and more private, a personal anchor rather than a public declaration.}

_{Despite her reserved nature, Daniela values belonging to a community and takes pride in being a dependable team player. She rarely draws attention to herself, content to work behind the scenes while still making her presence felt through her contributions. She is patient, willing to listen, and often waits for the right moment to share her input, but that patience has limits.}

_{When pushed too far or overwhelmed, her composure can fracture, and she experiences moments of intense emotional release that leave her unrecognizable even to those who know her well. These breaks are brief but raw, a reminder that beneath her quiet exterior, she feels deeply and intensely. (read: she's a crash out)}

_{For the most part, Daniela moves through the world with a careful grace, blending into rooms and crowds, quietly observant and always aware of the currents around her.}

Daniela had always been fascinated by the way things worked. She spent hours taking apart radios, old computers, and mechanical devices, studying their components with the care of a surgeon. Then she would reassemble them, often improving their design in ways she had envisioned while examining them. Her parents and teachers sometimes found this perplexing.

Lessons were meant to be absorbed, they said, not challenged.

But for Daniela, understanding required questioning, and improving required imagination. Her tinkering was not about rebellion; it was about mastery and possibility.

Despite her constant questioning of the world around her, Daniela’s faith remained a steadfast anchor. The teachings of scripture at her church were never doubted. They grounded her in love, morality, and the quiet strength of choosing light even in difficult circumstances. She dedicated herself to her church community, volunteering not only as a participant but as a problem solver. She applied her technical skills to repair outdated systems, improve faulty networks, and modernize near-obsolete technology, quietly making the church a more efficient and functional space for everyone who relied on it.

It was her combination of skill, dedication, and vision that drew the attention of an MIT instructor that was also a member of the parish. This mentor recognized something exceptional in her... A mind capable of ingenuity, but guided by thoughtfulness and a moral compass. Through this connection, Daniela gained access to opportunities she might never have reached otherwise.

Her excellent grades, paired with this mentorship, opened the door to a full-ride scholarship at MIT, a chance she accepted without hesitation.

At MIT, Daniela’s passion for creation and problem-solving led her to a course of study in mechanical engineering and artificial intelligence, with a focus on robotics and advanced systems design. She was inspired by innovators. Dreaming of designing technology that could enhance human capability, make lives safer, and improve the efficiency of everyday systems. Her projects often combined hardware and software, exploring the interface between intelligent machines and human needs. She relished the challenge of pushing technology beyond its current limits while remaining mindful of its ethical applications.

But beneath that polished facade was a network that extended far beyond the walls of the university. Requiem quietly recruited brilliant minds from across the world, individuals who specialized in testing the boundaries of security systems once thought impenetrable. Their so-called “exercises” targeted institutions like the White House, the NIS, and other high-level government networks, probing weaknesses through data manipulation, infiltration, and digital sleight of hand.

For Daniela, what began as curiosity quickly turned into fascination. Requiem offered the kind of challenge her mind craved...The kind that made her pulse quicken and her thoughts race faster than she could contain them. Here was a place where her skills were not only recognized but celebrated.

Yet it was also here that her morality began to twist, quietly and almost imperceptibly at first.

She never questioned her faith, not openly. Instead, she began to bend it. Her attachment to scripture, once her source of comfort, became a justification. She quoted verses to rationalize her choices, convincing herself that light could be found even in shadows if the purpose was righteous enough. The more she achieved, the more she began to think herself above consequence. Protected by brilliance, guided by divine purpose and armed with knowledge few possessed.

It was also during this time that she noticed something strange. A presence. A figure that seemed to linger at the edges of her vision when she left the lab late at night or crossed the quiet paths of the campus courtyard.

At first, she dismissed it as exhaustion, the byproduct of long nights and caffeine-fueled coding sessions. She told herself it was just her nerves reacting to the weight of exams and Requiem’s secretive operations. But when near encounters grew too specific, she began to wonder. In her quiet prayers, she convinced herself it was a test from God, perhaps a divine reminder that He still watched over her.

That illusion began to crumble when she lost a bet inside Requiem. The wager, at first harmless in tone, carried a punishment that was anything but. Her task was to breach one of the most secure systems in the world. The Pentagon. Failure meant expulsion from Requiem and worse, the loss of its protection, which would undoubtedly put her scholarship and her anonymity at risk.

Daniela hesitated, but not for long. Pride, fear, and the thrill of being untouchable drove her forward. The operation took weeks of careful planning, every keystroke a risk that could unravel her life. When the breach finally succeeded, it lasted only five minutes, but it was enough. The Pentagon’s security grid flickered, and across its database appeared a series of glowing crosses, the symbol of her misguided faith intertwined with rebellion.

The hacker tag left behind read a single word: DIOS.

Unbeknownst to her, that single act...the brief invasion of one of the most guarded systems on earth had drawn the attention of a group far more enigmatic than Requiem.

Somewhere beyond the reach of MIT’s networks and the government’s firewalls, an entity known as the Valhalis Institute began to take interest in her.

Why could the world give her everything and leave him nothing?

Fueled by this question, he began to execute a plan that was as meticulous as it was sinister. Slowly, he erased her presence from the University, sabotaging accounts, deleting records, and severing the threads of her existence in the systems she had touched. Daniela, brilliant and resourceful as she was, had not anticipated this personal attack.

When she awoke in a random motel room, the reality hit her immediately. He sat at the foot of the bed, calm, almost reverent, as if she were an object of worship he could finally contain. The room smelled faintly of stale cigarette smoke and fear, a smell he assumed would keep her compliant.

He had misjudged her.

Daniela’s mind raced faster than he could comprehend. She understood him, knew that beneath the obsession was a fragile sense of superiority, a reliance on the belief that she was powerless without him. She used that. She manipulated his reverence, planting doubt and feeding his ego just enough to make him relax.

Even without formal combat training, every movement was calculated, every strike executed with a cold determination honed from years of dismantling complex systems and predicting outcomes. By the time the struggle ended, she had stabbed a man larger and stronger than herself exactly sixty times.

The aftermath was clinical. Authorities detained her and interrogated her, but it was quickly deemed self-defense. Her parents arrived, faces pale with shock and worry. She performed flawlessly, faking horror and tears, presenting herself as the innocent victim of an unthinkable ordeal.

Beneath the mask, however, she felt nothing but irritation. This incident, this brush with mortality and human weakness, would be recorded as a blemish in what was supposed to be her immaculate record. She would let them believe it mattered. She would let them mourn what she had never lost.

The offer of the trials intrigued her. Valhalis promised challenges that would test not only her intellect but her creativity, her cunning, and her ability to operate in a world where the rules were written in a more interesting codex.

She passed, and by 2024 she was recruited formally into the institute.

My timezone is gmt-5 but I have a really bad sleep schedule nowadays so I'm mostly online whenever I can.

Writing style and length: 3rd pov only. Para to novella, please don't be pressured to mirror but also please no one liner replies. My replies could get lengthy especially in settings that require me to describe a scene (purple prose) but do let me know if it ever becomes too much! I'd be happy to adjust to a length that suits both of us. I'm not too fond of "going with the flow" in terms of threading.

At least have an idea if you're the one approaching me to plot because I will have ideas if I'm the one approaching you. With that said, don't expect me to carry the plotting on my own. Even if it's my idea and I see that you're not reciprocating, I'll drop the plotting altogether. No hard feelings!

If the thread is unreplied for a month without prior communication then I will drop it out of respect for the both of us.

I prefer plotting over winging a storyline so we have a clear understanding of what we both want out of a connection.

Do not force a narrative that we both did not agree on. I will be vocal if the thread derails from what we originally discussed. Please do not take offense. I expect you to do the same if you see me writing something that has not been discussed prior (this rarely happens, but I am human too and we all make mistakes.) I will, and have dropped threads simply because my characters have been godmodded.

If you mention my character in any form of writing, please give me a heads up first!

HARD NOs

• any plots involving incest/familial relations.

• detailed SA or multiple mentions of it during a thread without prior discussion.

• vore

• terminal illness and the extensive writing of it.

• god modding

• ooc drama

Genres I'm comfortable with:

• angst

• tense/antagonistic relations

• romance (only plotted.)

• smut (minors dni) (only when it helps drive the plot, I will not write pwp)

DON'T BLUR OOC AND IC LINES, THAT'S WEIRD. Lets have fun!

Even if a connection shows potential for an endgame, that doesn’t mean it's set in stone unless we have both agreed. Please avoid making assumptions without proper communication. I strongly believe that open and ongoing dialogue is essential, so I prefer in-depth discussions both before and during a thread. 

Do let me know if you want to drop a thread. No hard feelings! A heads up is much appreciated <3

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