Post by Daxter Colt on May 27, 2008 11:12:27 GMT -8
About You::
Name: Judy
Nicknames (or what you’d like to be called): Judy
How long have you been Role-Playing?: 8 years off and on
How active are you, on a scale of 1–10?: 8
How old are you?: 26
What country/Time zone are you in: (not because we want to stalk you, just so that we know when it is you’ll be online and active): US/Eastern standard zone
About Your Character::
(picture of your playby here)
i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/Akagigglegurl/Channing-Tatum-white.jpg
Playby: Channing Tatum
The Basics::
Full Name: Daxter Colt
Nicknames: Dax
Age: 19
Gender: male
Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Vampire
Birthday: February 14, 1940 (changed in 1959)
Nationality: Native American/Caucasian mix
Appearance::
Eye Colour: Light Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style/Length: very short, usually cut to the scalp with a lil fuzz
Height: Six feet one inch
Weight: 200lbs
Complexion/Skin: Tan/caramel colored, specially for a vamp because he’s half Native American, flawless skin.
General Appearance:: (3-4 paragraphs)
Dax is one hundred percent male. His caramel-colored skin is what he considers to be his greatest asset physically, as it helps him to blend in with humans more easily. From head to toe, he is solidly muscular and has the body most men spend their lives in the gym trying to obtain. Luckily, as a vampire, he does not have to try so hard, as it comes naturally.
The color of his skin is tan for a vampire because of his Native-American heritage, which he obtained from his mother. His also has her light brown eyes and her sweet, full-lipped smile. His height comes from his father’s side, as well as his incredibly good looks and charm.
He prefers to dress casually in loose fitting, button-down shirts and baggy jeans with sneakers, the way most nineteen year old boys do in the current fashion. He has an obsession with hats, which he feels look very stylish on him. He generally looks good in anything, or nothing at all, but prefers being comfortable over being flashy.
Personality::
** At Least Three For Each **
Loves: Practical jokes, red-headed girls, fast cars, oldies/fifties music, competition
Hates: ego-maniacs, sunshine, slow drivers, clingy girls, country music
Quirks: Tends to snort when he laughs too hard. Looks like he’s full of himself, but is very self-conscious, prefers the taste of bison to other animals and humans.
Flaws: Becomes overly competitive when playing games, very self conscious of his personal appearance, shy around girls
Pet Peeves: Slow drivers/ bad drivers, people who don’t use turn signals, people with super-dirty sneakers or ugly shoes, racism, use of foul language in front of girls.
General Personality:: (3-4 paragraphs)
Dax is an old-fashioned boy at heart. He was raised in the last age of true gentleman, the fifties, and does not stand for profanity in front of women. This profound respect for the female race also makes him rather shy around them. His mixed-heritage also makes him aware of the stupidity of racism and won’t tolerate that either.
He loves cars, especially fast ones that look mean and sound like jet-engines. Mustangs are his favorite sports car, while he loves Mercedes and BMW for their sleek style. He always drives fast, no matter where he is going and absolutely hates when others do not use their turn signals. He is normally quite shy and reserved, but prone to road rage when lousy drivers get on his nerves. Engine work is his specialty.
A born competitor, he tends to overreact and become obnoxious while playing games or facing an opponent. He is even considered a poor loser at times and often sulks after a defeat.
Family::
Father::
~ Name: Daxter Colt Sr.
~ Age: 32, deceased
~ Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Human
~ Occupation: Construction worker
~ Relationship With Character: Very close until his untimely death in a construction site accident when Dax was 14.
Mother::
~ Name: Meadow Bison-Colt
~ Age: 62, deceased
~ Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Human
~ Occupation: Waitress
~ Relationship With Character: Very close until Dax was changed and moved across the country. They maintained a steady phone relationship until her death of natural causes in the 1980’s.
Pets:: none
Siblings:: none
Family History:: (4-5 paragraphs)
Dax was born in 1940 to very young parents in a rural town in Oklahoma. His father, Daxter Senior was a construction worker hired to build an addition to a house across the road from a small diner. In that diner, he met and fell in love with a lovely waitress by the name of Meadow Bison, a Native American. Although many people disapproved of their relationship, they married after only a few months of courtship, when Meadow discovered she was expecting. Daxter bought the small house across from the diner when it was put up for sale later that year and the couple lived there happily for the remainder of their marriage.
Dax was a happy baby and loved to listen to the radio as a child. From an early age, music became his constant companion throughout life. Making friends was difficult for him in his town, due to his mixed heritage, but he had a friendly personality and got along well with the few people he was close to.
At the age of fourteen, just as Dax was beginning high school, his father was fatally injured in a construction accident, leaving he and his mother to fend for themselves. Both Dax and his mother worked at the diner when they could to bring in money, for which Dax was saving to buy his first car.
For his nineteenth birthday, Dax bought himself a used car and planned a trip west with a friend to California. His mother did not want him to go, but he went despite her objections and after a drunken night on the beach, found himself turned into a vampire. The girl who bit him stayed with him for a few weeks, but later abandoned him the same way his friend had. Facing the inevitable consequences, he called his mother in Oklahoma and explained that California had grown on him and he would be living there from that point on, but promised to keep in touch with her.
To avoid eating humans, he escaped the city in his car and found himself in the redwood forests of the central part of the state, where he taught himself to feed on wildlife. He kept his promise and kept in touch with his mother back home when he could, until she passed on in the 80’s of natural causes. He currently works as an auto mechanic in a garage.
Random::
Favourites::
~ Place: The plains of Oklahoma, and the redwood forests of the west coast
~ Colour: Green and black
~ Word: “No,” it makes him work harder to get what he wants.
~ Book: Comic Books
Role-Play Sample:: (Very important. Proof of your level of skill and an example of how you RP)
The sky today was perfectly cloudy. I could even call it gloomy, but not rainy as it had been for the past few days. The garage was too dark inside and had no electric lighting for decent engine work. Today I could push the car out into the small portion of diffused sunlight there was to get a better look at my new baby.
I pulled on a black work suit over my jeans, but left the zipper open for comfort. These uniforms weren’t meant for guys with my excessive upper body strength. Once the car was rolled out, I opened the hood and looked down into the mangled remains of the engine. Mustang engines were not supposed to look this way. There was a neat, clean order to them, but this internal system was a nightmare. The jerk who owned it thought he was a mechanical genius and could rewire it himself from watching episodes of Monster Garage. He did less than a half-assed job, and when the engine finally blew, he had no choice but to bring it into the shop for extensive repairs. After hearing the damage it would do to his wallet, he nearly had a heart attack, but I knew I could save it. I offered him three grand for the car and decided to make a project out of it for myself.
Just as I set to work on the fuel intake, the bell in the waiting area echoed through the garage with a loud ding! Ding! Today was supposed to be my day off and the garage was closed. I couldn’t imagine who it could be so early in the morning. “Just a minute!”
Name: Judy
Nicknames (or what you’d like to be called): Judy
How long have you been Role-Playing?: 8 years off and on
How active are you, on a scale of 1–10?: 8
How old are you?: 26
What country/Time zone are you in: (not because we want to stalk you, just so that we know when it is you’ll be online and active): US/Eastern standard zone
About Your Character::
(picture of your playby here)
i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/Akagigglegurl/Channing-Tatum-white.jpg
Playby: Channing Tatum
The Basics::
Full Name: Daxter Colt
Nicknames: Dax
Age: 19
Gender: male
Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Vampire
Birthday: February 14, 1940 (changed in 1959)
Nationality: Native American/Caucasian mix
Appearance::
Eye Colour: Light Brown
Hair Colour: Brown
Hair Style/Length: very short, usually cut to the scalp with a lil fuzz
Height: Six feet one inch
Weight: 200lbs
Complexion/Skin: Tan/caramel colored, specially for a vamp because he’s half Native American, flawless skin.
General Appearance:: (3-4 paragraphs)
Dax is one hundred percent male. His caramel-colored skin is what he considers to be his greatest asset physically, as it helps him to blend in with humans more easily. From head to toe, he is solidly muscular and has the body most men spend their lives in the gym trying to obtain. Luckily, as a vampire, he does not have to try so hard, as it comes naturally.
The color of his skin is tan for a vampire because of his Native-American heritage, which he obtained from his mother. His also has her light brown eyes and her sweet, full-lipped smile. His height comes from his father’s side, as well as his incredibly good looks and charm.
He prefers to dress casually in loose fitting, button-down shirts and baggy jeans with sneakers, the way most nineteen year old boys do in the current fashion. He has an obsession with hats, which he feels look very stylish on him. He generally looks good in anything, or nothing at all, but prefers being comfortable over being flashy.
Personality::
** At Least Three For Each **
Loves: Practical jokes, red-headed girls, fast cars, oldies/fifties music, competition
Hates: ego-maniacs, sunshine, slow drivers, clingy girls, country music
Quirks: Tends to snort when he laughs too hard. Looks like he’s full of himself, but is very self-conscious, prefers the taste of bison to other animals and humans.
Flaws: Becomes overly competitive when playing games, very self conscious of his personal appearance, shy around girls
Pet Peeves: Slow drivers/ bad drivers, people who don’t use turn signals, people with super-dirty sneakers or ugly shoes, racism, use of foul language in front of girls.
General Personality:: (3-4 paragraphs)
Dax is an old-fashioned boy at heart. He was raised in the last age of true gentleman, the fifties, and does not stand for profanity in front of women. This profound respect for the female race also makes him rather shy around them. His mixed-heritage also makes him aware of the stupidity of racism and won’t tolerate that either.
He loves cars, especially fast ones that look mean and sound like jet-engines. Mustangs are his favorite sports car, while he loves Mercedes and BMW for their sleek style. He always drives fast, no matter where he is going and absolutely hates when others do not use their turn signals. He is normally quite shy and reserved, but prone to road rage when lousy drivers get on his nerves. Engine work is his specialty.
A born competitor, he tends to overreact and become obnoxious while playing games or facing an opponent. He is even considered a poor loser at times and often sulks after a defeat.
Family::
Father::
~ Name: Daxter Colt Sr.
~ Age: 32, deceased
~ Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Human
~ Occupation: Construction worker
~ Relationship With Character: Very close until his untimely death in a construction site accident when Dax was 14.
Mother::
~ Name: Meadow Bison-Colt
~ Age: 62, deceased
~ Race: (Vampire, Human, Werewolf) Human
~ Occupation: Waitress
~ Relationship With Character: Very close until Dax was changed and moved across the country. They maintained a steady phone relationship until her death of natural causes in the 1980’s.
Pets:: none
Siblings:: none
Family History:: (4-5 paragraphs)
Dax was born in 1940 to very young parents in a rural town in Oklahoma. His father, Daxter Senior was a construction worker hired to build an addition to a house across the road from a small diner. In that diner, he met and fell in love with a lovely waitress by the name of Meadow Bison, a Native American. Although many people disapproved of their relationship, they married after only a few months of courtship, when Meadow discovered she was expecting. Daxter bought the small house across from the diner when it was put up for sale later that year and the couple lived there happily for the remainder of their marriage.
Dax was a happy baby and loved to listen to the radio as a child. From an early age, music became his constant companion throughout life. Making friends was difficult for him in his town, due to his mixed heritage, but he had a friendly personality and got along well with the few people he was close to.
At the age of fourteen, just as Dax was beginning high school, his father was fatally injured in a construction accident, leaving he and his mother to fend for themselves. Both Dax and his mother worked at the diner when they could to bring in money, for which Dax was saving to buy his first car.
For his nineteenth birthday, Dax bought himself a used car and planned a trip west with a friend to California. His mother did not want him to go, but he went despite her objections and after a drunken night on the beach, found himself turned into a vampire. The girl who bit him stayed with him for a few weeks, but later abandoned him the same way his friend had. Facing the inevitable consequences, he called his mother in Oklahoma and explained that California had grown on him and he would be living there from that point on, but promised to keep in touch with her.
To avoid eating humans, he escaped the city in his car and found himself in the redwood forests of the central part of the state, where he taught himself to feed on wildlife. He kept his promise and kept in touch with his mother back home when he could, until she passed on in the 80’s of natural causes. He currently works as an auto mechanic in a garage.
Random::
Favourites::
~ Place: The plains of Oklahoma, and the redwood forests of the west coast
~ Colour: Green and black
~ Word: “No,” it makes him work harder to get what he wants.
~ Book: Comic Books
Role-Play Sample:: (Very important. Proof of your level of skill and an example of how you RP)
The sky today was perfectly cloudy. I could even call it gloomy, but not rainy as it had been for the past few days. The garage was too dark inside and had no electric lighting for decent engine work. Today I could push the car out into the small portion of diffused sunlight there was to get a better look at my new baby.
I pulled on a black work suit over my jeans, but left the zipper open for comfort. These uniforms weren’t meant for guys with my excessive upper body strength. Once the car was rolled out, I opened the hood and looked down into the mangled remains of the engine. Mustang engines were not supposed to look this way. There was a neat, clean order to them, but this internal system was a nightmare. The jerk who owned it thought he was a mechanical genius and could rewire it himself from watching episodes of Monster Garage. He did less than a half-assed job, and when the engine finally blew, he had no choice but to bring it into the shop for extensive repairs. After hearing the damage it would do to his wallet, he nearly had a heart attack, but I knew I could save it. I offered him three grand for the car and decided to make a project out of it for myself.
Just as I set to work on the fuel intake, the bell in the waiting area echoed through the garage with a loud ding! Ding! Today was supposed to be my day off and the garage was closed. I couldn’t imagine who it could be so early in the morning. “Just a minute!”