darcy lives in extremes and is impulsive to a fault, often making decisions in the heat of the moment and figuring out the consequences later. she does not tolerate dishonesty, passive aggression or false modesty and would much rather start a fight than let something fester. shes fiercely independent, stubborn about doing things on her own, even when it costs her. often saying shes got her own back and thats enough, even if thats not entirely true.
shes not easy to like at first. sharp edges, louder than necessary, a little too intense. but all that anger usually gets channeled into her music, playing for some half-falling-apart underground band that matches her energy.
darcy wasnt always like this. used to blend into the background, barely spoke, barely took up space. then came the year everything fell apart leading to her crashing on couches, living out of a worn backpack, scraping together songs on whatever gear she could borrow.
from a warehouse gig that ended in a full-on fight, she walked home alone under flickering streetlights and made a decision and decided her old self was gone. in her place stood a girl with no intention of ever being small, silent, or polite again. whatever she is now, its louder, meaner, harder to ignore, and she plans to keep it that way.