Full Name: Dawn Deatherage

Date of Birth: December 26th, 1991

Place of Birth: Brooklyn, New York

Years Living in Victoria, BC: 1

Eye color: Chocolate

Hair color: Brown

Height: Five foot two inches

Weight: 106lbs.

Personality/Demeanor: Shy but friendly, with an explosive temper when agitated.

Style of Dress: Her dress style is very new york hardcore, having spent most of her life there. Adidas sneakers, or various skateboarding shoes, such as Duffs, Hook-ups, or anything that isn't as trendy as Vans or Etnies. Band t-shirts and hooded sweatshirts are a staple of her style, as well as loose camouflage pants or tight fitting jeans.

Personality Quirks: Being shy and somewhat anti-social she either twirls her hair around her right index finger, when a response will be required of her, or chews on her tongue when one will not be. Most of the time, she fights back her Brooklyn accent, being quite embarrassed by it in her new surroundings. Much to her dismay however, it does slip out when she is angered, or not paying enough attention to how she articulates her speech.  

Bad Habits: Chewing on her tongue and nails, drinking milk straight from the carton, an addiction to valium, xanax, cigarettes, and chocolate.

Hobbies: Playing guitar, listening to music and breaking it down note by note in her head. World of Warcraft, which is more of an addiction than a hobby.... just ask anyone that really does play. Oddly enough, baking and general culinary activities, drawing, along with a mild interest in gymnastics that keep her from getting fat.

General Likes: Puppies, newports, pajamas, war movies, romance novels, Anne Rice (as long as it's not about vampires), Hillary Duff, Chinese food, cello music, violin, horses, and ancient history (specifically Nordic and Celtic.) 

General Dislikes: Liars, popcorn, complaining, politics of any sort, emo, narcissistic people, math, romantic comedies (which she regards as nominally witless), prada, anything that has to do with Avril Lavigne, and Shreck..... because... fuck that stupid ogre and his phony Scottish accent.

Occupation: Student, and full time pain in the ass, according to her mother anyway.

Favorite

Movie Genres: Romance, Cult, Horror, War, Documentaries, Sci-fi, anything with John Wayne... since her dad loved his movies, and everyone knows, his movies are a genre all their own regardless of what they were about.

Movies: City of Angels, the longest day, make them die slowly, Set it off, ferris beuhlers(sp?) day off,  time bandits, dawn of the dead (both versions, though the original is still superior), the passion of the christ (which she considers a comedy), spaceballs, she wore a yellow ribbon, all the star wars movies, Silence of the Lambs, Red Dragon, Hannibal, Thirteen Ghosts (fuck you, she likes it), and A Clockwork Orange.

TV Shows: Who has time for tv shows, when there's world of warcraft to be played?

Actors/Actresses: John Wayne, Mel Gibson, Neil Patrick Harris based solely on his appearance in Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Natalie Portman, Jonny Depp, Jodie Foster, Tom Hanks, Will Ferrel.

Music Genres: Hardcore, punk, deathmetal, grindcore, folk, classical, classic rock, reggae, dub, blues, indie rock, and indie hip hop.

Bands: Between the buried and me, Dillinger escape plan, the bled, everytime I die, dark day dawning, guerilla biscuits, company flow, simon and garfunkle, jose gonzalez, mazzy star, bad brains, sublime, howlin wolf, El-p, Icue, DJ Wally, the blood brothers, blood for blood, the misfits, and catharsis.

Do you live alone? No, she lives with her mother Lynn who is 31 in good health and good mental health, and kid sister Megan who is only seven, a ball of energy and is very fond of her big sister.

Describe your home/apartment: Their apartment is small but cozy, the building itself is made of brick, and the floors a fake marble that none the less makes foot steps echo in a really cool way. Their apartment is quaint with the front door opening into a living room and kitchen that are basically one large open space, and since they three eat meals on the couch in front of the television, no one seemed to care. There are only two other rooms beside the bathroom, those belonging to Dawn and her sister Megan, their mother opting to sleep on the couch, and let her girls have their privacy. The couch was a big affair, a soft velour of a purplish tint, with plenty of room for a full grown adult to lie down on, or for three smaller females to eat dinner on. Their tv was nothing special, thirty two inches of Sanyo performance, a joke that only people who owned one would understand, but never the less made them happy. There were potted plants all over, and placed quite randomly, but placed according to how much sun they would need. A mahogany coffee table stood in front of the couch, their "dining table" as they jokingly referred to it. The kitchen was small but at least modern, granite stickers over wooden counters gave it the illusion of stone, while a new oven and dishwasher spaced cabinet space out by ones knees. Up top hung a few more cabinets, stained wooden doors, nothing fancy. Megans room was decorated with butterfly wallpaper, had a single twin bed against the wall with the window, and a little closet near her head and off to the side. Various dolls and toys always littered the floor, making this room treacherous to traverse in the dark. Dawn's room wasn't any more organized, white walls were covered with various posters, pictures, and drawings, some morbid, some very cute and girly, and others just plain and ordinary. Her bed had four posts and a top, with a white translucent veil hanging around all four sides, at least ten pillows were throw hap-hazard all over the queen sized mattress, with a down comforter, and a softer blanket that almost felt like animal fur. The bed was never made, and always a mess, with the sheet covering the mattress... usually not covering all of the mattress, since she had a habit of tossing and turning in her sleep. A short dresser stretched out along the wall furthest from the door, with drawers half open and articles of clothing spilling out over the sides. The top was a cluster of knick knacks, make up, jewelry, and perfume bottles, with the occasional stray tampon. In the corner as you make a right when entering the room, there was a small computer desk, that held her set up, a rolling office chair with back support pushed up to, but not under do to its size. The monitor was covered in post it notes, mostly warcraft related, but some were phone numbers, and passwords to various sites such as myspace, and greatest journal. There was no tv or radio, she didn't need them, movies were played on her computer, and music the same way, since she had a little woofer box stuffed off to the side where her feet were situated when sitting at the desk, he had ample volume, and good visual quality for the occasional movie. Lastly the bathroom, a sacred place, especially in a home with three females. It was by far the most elaborate room, with a very large bathtub and shower, a well lighted sink with a mirror, a white porcelain toilet with the seat "down", and opaque clear curtains for privacy in the tub.

Personal history: Growing up poor is something no one really looks forward to, but when it's all you've ever known, you learn contentment with what you do have. James Deatherage was a blue collar dock worker, living in Brooklyn all of his life, he'd met and married a young woman by the name of Lynn Worchester when they were both the tender age of seventeen. The two were genuinely in love, all the way up until James suffered a massive heart attack and died while at work. Together they had two daughters, their first, Dawn, and lastly, Megan. Dawn was very close to her father, and was quite seriously distraught by his death, she cried for weeks on end at his loss, and took comfort in her mothers arms. Megan was less than a year old when the tragedy struck, and was thusly unaffected for the most part over the loss. Lynn went to work, leaving Dawn to care for her sister most of the time, but no one complained, her friends were always coming over, and she was never wanting for attention. Life on the streets of Brooklyn could be rough, but they were lucky enough that their neighborhood was smack dab in the middle of mafia territory, and the local goombas kept everything pretty much in line, no one dared commit a crime in her apartment building, seeing as how on her floor alone, three gangsters made their home. The only trouble to be had, was when someone got whacked, and that only happened two or three times in the almost fourteen years she'd live there. So, things were rough, and they never had much money, but they were generally happy, Megan was growing up, Dawn was fitting in well with her social peers, and Lynn seemed to be moving up in her new job as a financial consultant. Much to the dismay of Dawn, her mother seemed to be doing too well in her new career, and just last year, was offered a well paying salary to move north and west, into British Columbia. They had talked about it, and Dawn's stomach was in knots at the idea, but couldn't argue with her mothers point on what was best for her and her sister. Brooklyn was no place to raise children, and though everything she ever knew was there, she knew a future was something that was not. Between the shootings, stabbing, rapes, and drug epidemics they'd have to get the hell out of their sooner or later. The mafia was falling apart, and they didn't hold the sway they once did, even their apartment building was being over run with drug addicts, and assorted derelicts. And so eventually Dawn caved in, after having one too many knives pulled on her at school, and agreed that moving was in all their best interests. So with a heavy heart, Dawn said goodbye to her friends and family, getting ready to start a new life for herself.  Upon arriving in Victoria, she's initially hated it, just to hate it if for no other reason, but quickly became acclimated to a life without the violence, noise, and pollution that came with new york city. Though it took months for her to admit it, she really liked it, the scenery was beautiful, the people for the most part nice, and making new friends was easy. She'd never been so aware of her accent until moving, and took great pains to hide the fact, though most people she met thought it was the coolest, yet still poked fun at her for it. So with about a year under her belt, she was adjusting to life outside of new york, enjoying time with her little sister, watching the discovery channel with her mother whenever she wasn't working, and busying herself with guitar, gymnastics, or world of warcraft the rest of the time. Dawn did like to get out and walk around, she liked to go see plays, and bands, though she did miss the loud blaring sounds of new york hardcore, the primal violence of the pits, and making fun of kids from jersey that tried to dance in them like the city kids. Another one of her new found pass times was WFTM's "Thrill Kill," a show she was becoming more and more interested in, and one she was often found calling in to, becoming something of a regular with her introspective comments on the killer, killings, or victims. What was in store for the young teen, well that was taken day by day, but she kept her head up and her eyes open, always ready to meet each new day. Whatever tomorrow brought, she was sure she'd be up to the challenge, but in the end, the future was always a mystery, until it became tomorrow's yesterday.

Thoughts on the killings in and around Victoria: Her reaction to the killings is a mixture of emotions, from interest, an almost morbid fascination with the fact they were serial killings. There was a nagging sense of fear in the back of her mind over the fact, but she'd dealt with murders all her life, some completely random with no point, to organized gang executions. Really, what's one serial killer? At least that was her thoughts in the beginning, but once the death toll climbed into double digits, it became painfully obvious this was much different from the murders back home. This was calculated, more thought out, in what seemed to be a random way, and that both intrigued and made her nervous. Any chance to read an article, or see a news report on the subject was met with the utmost interest on her part.