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Character: Daisy Adair
Series: Dead Like Me
Age: 20-something
Job: Drama Department
Canon: Dead Like Me is the story of Georgia Lass, a girl who, after suffering what may have been the world’s first case of death by flaming toilet seat, is ordered to take on the duties of a Grim Reaper. Despite being supremely socially awkward, George nevertheless eventually collects a group of friends. And also, an unwanted roommate. This would be Daisy.
Daisy Adair is a twentymumble actress on the make… and has been for over sixty years now. She explains her job as looking really good while taking your soul. If so obligated. In other words, she’s just about the prettiest, shallowest, and most insensitive Reaper ever to be randomly selected from the grab bag of fate. Originally a Hollywood starlet slash Southern belle, Daisy claims to have died on the set of Gone With The Wind during the famous city afire scene. This is probably a lie, as are many of her claims to second degree fame via sleeping with half of Hollywood. In fact, Daisy seems generally comfortable with lying, cheating, and swindling, always confidant that her ‘lil ole me?' act can get her out of any trouble.
Like most of the characters in DLM, Daisy does have some genuine human motivations for her actions, buried under a whole lot of coping mechanisms. But don’t expect to find them out anytime soon.
Help, oh help! The dead! They’re everywhere, I just can’t believe how many of them there are, help--!
Oh my goodness you certainly did all come running, didn’t you? You really are dolls, and you look so worried too! But you know, maybe next time you could give me just a teeny bit longer? I hadn’t even gotten to scream yet. I do a great scream, really chilling. I'll show you later.
Anyway since you’re here, could some of you just head back over that way and get my trunks for me? I left them behind because I just knew my new students would be looking for ways to earn a few brownie points.
If you haven’t guessed it after all the “shop talk” well then shame on you, but I'm Daisy. Daisy Adair? I’m here to teach an acting seminar to all you new reapers. Apparently some of you (now I'm not naming any names yet...) are having real problems adjusting to this whole "life after death" thing. Figuring out how to start a conversation with your reaps, making up a shiny new past for yourself so the living don’t get too close to the real you... or just because you know it could have been so much better with some really good direction, believe me I understand. Not that I’ve ever had to, but you can’t expect everyone to have an exciting past like mine.
This is going to be fun, isn’t it? Just really, really fun. And if you have any trouble, don’t come to me. Just remember this simple rule: even the undead are allowed to emote. Look at Boris Karloff. Not a pretty man, but he had so much personality, you know? And he wasn’t even really dead! Well, at the time anyway.
(I once blew him, by the way. And I was almost the bride of Frankenstein… In the movie, of course. I could never tie myself down like that.)
What was I saying? Oh! So if Boris didn’t even have the real trauma of being dead, and all of us do then obviously we should all be able to draw on that and really let loose.
Now. All together, after me. Pop your eyes back in your heads, roll up those flappy jaws, and let’s you all get working!
voting went here. 96.3% you guys I- w-wtf.
Series: Dead Like Me
Age: 20-something
Job: Drama Department
Canon: Dead Like Me is the story of Georgia Lass, a girl who, after suffering what may have been the world’s first case of death by flaming toilet seat, is ordered to take on the duties of a Grim Reaper. Despite being supremely socially awkward, George nevertheless eventually collects a group of friends. And also, an unwanted roommate. This would be Daisy.
Daisy Adair is a twentymumble actress on the make… and has been for over sixty years now. She explains her job as looking really good while taking your soul. If so obligated. In other words, she’s just about the prettiest, shallowest, and most insensitive Reaper ever to be randomly selected from the grab bag of fate. Originally a Hollywood starlet slash Southern belle, Daisy claims to have died on the set of Gone With The Wind during the famous city afire scene. This is probably a lie, as are many of her claims to second degree fame via sleeping with half of Hollywood. In fact, Daisy seems generally comfortable with lying, cheating, and swindling, always confidant that her ‘lil ole me?' act can get her out of any trouble.
Like most of the characters in DLM, Daisy does have some genuine human motivations for her actions, buried under a whole lot of coping mechanisms. But don’t expect to find them out anytime soon.
Help, oh help! The dead! They’re everywhere, I just can’t believe how many of them there are, help--!
Oh my goodness you certainly did all come running, didn’t you? You really are dolls, and you look so worried too! But you know, maybe next time you could give me just a teeny bit longer? I hadn’t even gotten to scream yet. I do a great scream, really chilling. I'll show you later.
Anyway since you’re here, could some of you just head back over that way and get my trunks for me? I left them behind because I just knew my new students would be looking for ways to earn a few brownie points.
If you haven’t guessed it after all the “shop talk” well then shame on you, but I'm Daisy. Daisy Adair? I’m here to teach an acting seminar to all you new reapers. Apparently some of you (now I'm not naming any names yet...) are having real problems adjusting to this whole "life after death" thing. Figuring out how to start a conversation with your reaps, making up a shiny new past for yourself so the living don’t get too close to the real you... or just because you know it could have been so much better with some really good direction, believe me I understand. Not that I’ve ever had to, but you can’t expect everyone to have an exciting past like mine.
This is going to be fun, isn’t it? Just really, really fun. And if you have any trouble, don’t come to me. Just remember this simple rule: even the undead are allowed to emote. Look at Boris Karloff. Not a pretty man, but he had so much personality, you know? And he wasn’t even really dead! Well, at the time anyway.
(I once blew him, by the way. And I was almost the bride of Frankenstein… In the movie, of course. I could never tie myself down like that.)
What was I saying? Oh! So if Boris didn’t even have the real trauma of being dead, and all of us do then obviously we should all be able to draw on that and really let loose.
Now. All together, after me. Pop your eyes back in your heads, roll up those flappy jaws, and let’s you all get working!
voting went here. 96.3% you guys I- w-wtf.