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CHARACTER
» Name: Dawn Summers
» Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
» Reference: Dawn's entry at the Buffy Wiki http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Dawn_Summers
» Canon Point: During "The Long Way Home" arc of the season 8 comics; issue #2.
» Gender: Female.
» Age: 18; (born in 1986, no canon date given).
» Orientation: Heterosexual. Canonically, Dawn has only ever shown an attraction to males. She's had long standing crushes on Xander and Spike during her childhood, both for different reasons. She likes Xander because he treats her like an adult and, later, they bond over being "powerless" among the group. Dawn's attracted to Spike initially for the bad-boy factor: he's cool, he wears leather jackets, but he also doesn't treat her like a freak after finding out her mystical origins. Once she learns that he likes Buffy, and that the feelings may be return, she lets go of that crush. She relates to Kevin, a boy in her art class. She has her first kiss with Justin, a teenage vampire. When he tries to turn Dawn into one as well, she stakes him. Under the spell of a cursed letterman's jacket, she obsessives over R.J., a football player at her school. Dawn's first real relationship is with Kenny, a boy she meets and dates during her freshman year at Berkeley. She seems to have genuine affection for him and, in true Summers fashion, manages to sabotage herself. She loses her virginity to his roommate Nick, another icon of bad boy behavior.
» Personality: Dawn Summers is still very much a work in progress. She's both an awkward, somewhat protected girl and someone who has had to grow up entirely too fast, courtesy of growing up on a Hellmouth and as the younger sister of the Slayer. Hand her a crisis of the mortal-danger or world-ending sort and she's tough. There's resolve face involved and a nose to the grind stone. Filling a vacancy left in the "research" area of the Scoobies, she's learned where to go for information, how to cull the important details, and discarding the rest. She's even gone so far as to teach herself ancient languages, picking them up with more ease than a girl her age should. She knows what she's talking about (most of the time) and can be trusted to have good information, a voice to be reckoned with and consulted. She's learned leadership from the best source available, Buffy, and puts it to good use when no one else will step forward. In a lot of ways, she's still feeling out that role, as she's been in Buffy's shadow for so long and surrounded by other leader or authority type figures most of her life, but monkey see, monkey do, and monkey do pretty darn well.
On the other hand, stick Dawn in an everyday life situation and she's Buffy's geeky little sister again. She's coltish and awkward, with a tendency to ramble on and on until she's lightyears away from the original conversation topic. Combine this motormouth habit with chronic foot-in-the-mouth and, very often, she's the only one laughing at a joke that only she understands how they got there in the first place. Outside of her core group of friends, which are really Buffy's and thus older than her, she has only one or two and has trouble making her own. Being at college, even briefly, has given her some chance to grow, as being completely removed from the Scoobies took away her social safety net. And boys? Forget it. The awkwardness all but doubles, leaving Dawn to trip over her own words and gape like a fish on dry land. She's prone to intense crushes, usually on inappropriate subjects (see: Xander and Spike) or a guy that's just plain wrong, showing that this seems to be a habit of all the Summers women. She's gotten better with her time at college, even forming a relationship with Kenny, but she's still afraid of her feelings and manages to blow that.
When she's in her element, though, she's bubbly, downright effervescent. While she may have the same tendency to toss out a cutting quip, she does have kind words for most. She's ridiculously loyal and when she's on your side, she'll both get your back and be your own personal cheerleader. She can be easily excitable, bordering on oh-god-don't-give-her-anymore sugar hyper, but as she gets older, she's learning to put that energy into the important things, like all-night research parties and training with the new Slayers. That loyalty holds another edge, though. Burn her, or someone she loves, and you're outside the circle of trust. She isn't afraid to hold a grudge or hold your feet to the fire if you're in a possible position of trust again.
Underneath all this, at the core, Dawn's a bundle of issues. She's been repeatedly abandoned and/or lost parental figures (Hank, Joyce, Buffy, Tara, Giles). Her childhood was spent being pushed aside as her parents' marriage fell apart and her older sister's "issues" had to be dealt with. Combine this with the knowledge that almost all of her memories, save for the past years, aren't real and that she wasn't real, and you've got a teenage angst bomb of atomic proportions. She'd do nearly anything to get the attention she desperately craved, resorting to self-harm and kleptomania. While she seems to have moved past the negative behavior, she still fights to have her place in the spotlight, to be recognized and appreciated. And she can be bratty and spoiled, as all youngest children are wont to do. She was Joyce's baby and given her way more times than she probably should have been. It's a familiar habit she falls into from time to time.
» Appearance: At Dawn's current canon point, she's... a giantess. No one really knows how tall she is, but she's tall enough to pick apples from the tops of trees and large enough to bathe in a lake (and it doesn't even fit her entire body at one time). Upon arriving at Amat, she'll be returned to her normal size. At full height, Dawn is five feet, five inches (5'5") tall. Her frame is slender, but still holding a little bit of baby fat, and it's likely that she weighs somewhere around 120 pounds. Her hair is naturally wavy and medium brown in color, which lightens up to a nice dark blonde during the sunnier months. Her eyes are quite possibly the most expressive part of her face; they're blue-gray in color, wide, and hold a spark of that intelligence and mischief she's known for. With a fair complexion, it's easy to see when she's embarrassed, and Dawn quite often wears her heart on her sleeve. Or skin, as it may be.
She's definitely inherited Buffy's fashion sense; or rather, they share the same sense, as they tend to steal clothes from each other. As she sees less fighting action, Dawn wears more softer, feminine things like blousey tops and skirts. And the shoes have to be fabulous. If she had limitless funds, she'd have a shoe closet like Carrie Bradshaw. As it is, she has to settle for cheap knockoffs. Out of habit, Dawn always wears a cross, though this will be missing when she arrives. They couldn't fashion one big enough for giant Dawn.
» Suitability: Not applicable; character is over 18.
SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry:
**VIDEO**
[As the screen comes to life, blue-gray eyes are all that fill the view. They narrow, the camera moving back enough to include a knit brow and a scrunched nose. She's completely focused and talking to herself.]
This thing should come with, like, an instruction manual. Because it does not feel intuitive at all. How do I even know it's on? Seriously. Instructions. I'll even take them in Japanese because I will make that language my bitch.
[The camera pulls back far enough to give a head and shoulders shot. Her hair is sleep-rumpled and her shoulders are noticably bare.]
Hello? Can you guys hear me out there? It's me, Dawn and look, normal-sized! Did Willow get here, then? I'm guessing she did because how else would I be back to fun-size me and not "aaaah Godzilla" me? Willow, you're a miracle worker and I totally owe you cookies and about a billion hugs. Though, I feel a little... weird. I don't know what kind of magic you used, but is it supposed to feel like--[She breaks off, shaking her head.] Nevermind. I'll ask when it's not so much a public thing.
[As she talks, she moves with the camera and, as it's getting lighter, it's clear she's moving over to the window.]
So when did we change locations, guys? Because that is so not Scotland out there. Not that I'm pining for the moors.
I don't have to run on the moors anymore.
[She giggles, pure glee on her face.]
Oh, and guys?
[The camera jostles, moving back even further. She's standing there, covered by what looks like a cirus tent made out of jersey cotton.]
I'm gonna need some new clothes.
[Click!]
» "amatomneslogs" Entry:
The first thing she noticed, as she started that reluctant climb out of sleep, was that she was in a bed. Silk sheets, soft pillows, firm but cozy mattress beneath her-- this was not the cold and drafty basement she usually fell asleep in. Had she been knocked out? No, because she didn't have dreams like that from taking a hit to the head. She thought, and dreamed, about Kenny often; it was hard not to. She knew she'd screwed up and she wanted to apologize, but he was nowhere to be found. The dream felt real enough, though. As she stretched in the bed, arms rising above her head and turning to pop the joints, toes pointing as she flexed her calves, her body felt... good. Sore for some weird reason, but really good, too. It felt a little like the night she lost her virginity to Nick, except a whole lot better, like he'd actually paid attention to her.
It took her a moment to notice the second thing, bare skin sliding over the sheets as she twisted in the bed. She was naked. The thought alone made her sit up with a jolt. She never slept naked; not that she was shy, but she was never really alone. Living in Scotland, at “Slayer HQ”, no one was ever really alone, not with the dozens upon dozens of people traipsing through the castle. Being giant-sized also put the kibosh on any sort of expectation of privacy she may have deluded herself into having. That was when the second thing barreled straight into the third thing, and it all fell into a chain of “oh my god, what is this.” What was still her first reaction to that feeling?
“BUFFY!” Her shout went unanswered. Taking a deep breath, she tried to collect her thoughts. She wasn't a giant anymore. Her eyes wandered around the room she was in. Either she'd be returned to her normal size or some very crafty elves had built a Giant Dawn-sized room around her, complete with furnishings and accoutrements. Or magic. This could all be the result of some magic. Was she stuck in some sort of enchanted sleep? Was the dream she had of Kenny and her a dream in a dream? Or maybe... maybe she had been fixed. Maybe Willow had finally returned to Scotland and fixed her. Maybe that shiny warm, oh-so-good feeling was a side effect of the magic. But magic that felt like sex? Willow would have to show her more spells like that.
After a few futile tugs, the sheet came loose from the bed, giving Dawn something to cover herself with. She noticed her clothes at the foot of her bed, folded neatly. Putting those on, though, wouldn't work; they were her old super-sized clothes. The sheet would have to do for now. The room was large and definitely not what she had expected to see inside the castle. Ha. Maybe Buffy had convinced them to give her the super deluxe nice room, as a celebration of being normal size again. Of course, it wouldn't have been Buffy convincing them; more than likely it was Xander or Willow, maybe even Giles. Buffy would just say she'd break all the nice stuff in there.
The sun shined through the window, and Dawn made her way over. Sunshine like that was a rare occurrence and she couldn't help but wonder what all the mini-Slayers would be doing out in nice weather. She couldn't believe what she saw outside the window. That was definitely not Scotland. Not the rocks, not the moors, no way no how. That spell must have knocked her out long enough for them to move operations into Greece or Rome.
“We are definitely not in Kansas anymore.”