Delphine Zamani

Her blood is like liquid fire.

[delzamani]

Welcome to the shit show~

She’s my darling flighty girl, my crafty little con artist that loves nothing more than a challenge, thrives off of the word ‘no’, and has probably estimated the worth of the clothes on your back before you’ve introduced yourself. Baby’s been here for roughly a week and a few days, so without further ado:

“Men are fools for a pretty face.”

General Information

Full Name: Delphine Josephine Theresa Zamani

Nickname(s): DJ, Del, JT, Mani, Elle, Feeny

Age: 28

Date of Birth: December 17, 1992

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Place of Birth: Lake Forest, IL

Nationality: Dual citizenship — USA/UK

Ethnicity: White, Iranian

Gender: female

Sexual Orientation: pansexual

Religion: n/a

Occupation: official: part-time bartender // unofficial: criminal :) 

Personality

Positive Traits: daring, anticipative, shrewd

Negative Traits: flighty, devious, reactionary 

Hobbies: shopping, traveling, watching movies, petty theft, throwing knives, just girly things~

Likes: Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, Frank Sinatra, Logic, White Collar, Now You See Me, Nikita Gill

Dislikes: the idea of putting down roots and staying ‘grounded’, staying in one place for too long, well-done steak, missing sunrise

Enneagram: Type 3

Temperament: Melancholic

Myers- Briggs: ????

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil

About: 

Biography (violence mention, death mention, gun mention, criminal activity mention, theft)

“Her blood is like liquid fire.” — Queen of the Damned (2002)

— Born to a rather unconventional household the Zamani’s made a living from traveling, from teaching, from whatever they so pleased and could pick up, toting their child around across the world with them and never staying in one place longer than a couple of years. 

— In her opinion, it was exciting to move and change schools, making new friends wherever she went and reinventing herself along the way. But, much of the novelty had worn off by high school. 

—Most children settled into their friend groups by then, but during the times she wasn’t welcomed by her classmates, Delphine would comfort herself with her books and played in her backyard, living off of the knowledge that if she didn’t like it here, it wouldn’t be long before mom and dad decided that they needed another change of scenery. ‘They’re just jealous’ She’d think to herself. ‘They don’t get to go on adventures like we do.’

— By her high school years she’d decided that everyday had to be an adventure. It had to be different, it had to be fun, and if there wasn’t something that had made her heart sing and blood rush through her veins with adrenaline, it was a day wasted. 

— Partway through high school one too many crime shows and films led to her interest in sleight of hand tricks, and from there the world seemed to expand further in its already vast horizon. The thrill of being caught, the satisfaction of not being caught, and the higher stakes she built for herself had her out of the house more often than in it. 

— After she graduated from high school, Delphine and her parents were quick to part ways. She wanted to experience university life, and they, after two years of living in the same area, wanted to travel abroad. So, they went, and she ended up in Boston while her parents went overseas to backpack through Europe. 

— New city, new people, and she could up the stakes of her little games. It never did take long for her to make friends (hi Lachlan!), and there were times where she felt almost… Normal, sharing an apartment with others and attending classes between her nightly (and daily) shenanigans. 

—It didn’t take long for trouble to catch up to her, however. Her second year in Boston had equated to one too many wallets lifted and watches stolen, and after nearly being caught, nearly being identified and shot, she knew she had to keep her head down and lay low until she finished her associates in criminal justice. Delphine did just that and split, leaving the friends she’d made quickly behind.

—But did the threat on her life keep her from going back to her ways? NOPE.

— In the past eight years, she’s still not settled down longer than a year or two in one place, ricocheting between small towns and large cities, hostels and apartments, temp jobs and short contracts, reinventing herself and colouring her hair, giving herself new nicknames each time. 

— Lovers only last as long as she remains in town, friendships are distant if not fleeting.  

—A love like her parents’ seems like an impossibility to her. No one likes to leave like she does, and Delphine hasn’t felt grounded enough to stay. Four years ago, her parents’ sudden passing during a meet-up in Lyon for her birthday drove her even further away from personal connections, including a man named Aless that she’d foolishly fallen in love with.

— The lesson from her parents’ death? People couldn’t lose you, nor could you lose people if you weren’t present long enough for it to matter. So, she disappeared on him. Or at least, that’s what one party believes. She’d written a letter attempting to explain herself, but who knows if he’d ever received it.

— Her life should be an adventure: she shouldn’t be stuck in one place. Her life is an adventure: she’s a fool to think any other lifestyle would be nearly as satisfying. 

— The stakes have gotten even higher since she was in college. She’s played the long cons and charmed her way into closed circles, learned how to shoot a gun and throw a knife for peace of mind. 

— Delphine is in Salem after spending time in Washington state to lay low after teaming with a few others for a minor diamond heist in Florida, not big enough to make it past local news, but she could never be too careful— not when unidentifiable blurred images of herself and her friends exist.

— Historically non-violent, Del’s turned a new leaf somewhere between the west and east coast and one can thank the fuck that’s left a four inch scar along her neck. She wants revenge, but she’s planning a long game with friends, meticulously planning everything and taking their time(the higher the stakes, the smaller margin for mistakes after all) while they’re here in Salem. 

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