Post by Dakota on Feb 23, 2009 18:48:58 GMT -5
Name: Dakota Rose Johnson
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: Four Years in September.
Appearance: About five foot three, and with a nearly lanky body, Dakota is a very underestimated character. She has blonde hair that falls down to her mid back, and bright blue eyes. She's caught in everything from keans and a teeshirt to fancy dresses worth the red carpet. She's not rich, but she isn't poor either. Her wings are a snowy white, with dark grey tips. They're slightly two small in proportion wise, but she makes do.
Powers: Though it seems a little weird, she can read the emotions others.
Personality: She's very outgoing, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. But, she's also shy around newer people. She likes to be alone until she can get to know a person. She's known to pick fights with people who under estimate her abilities a hybrid. She just contradic here own personalities. When she's angry, she's known to lose her temper easily. She's afraid of love, since her father had abused her, and doesn't relate to guys easily. She's also rather clumsy.
History (two paragraphs): Dakota grew up in the streets of Tennessee, since she ran away because her father abused her. This was when she figured out she could fly. She had ran out of the building, and removed the bandage around her chest which her parents had put on, and her wings were revealed. She flew out a window and landed a few hundred meters away and hid in an alley. Most of the guys in the back roads that she lived avoided her, since she was so delicate looking.
As she neared thirteen, she started doing contests against people on the streets to get money, so she could buy some decent clothes. She also would do airial performances for large sums of cash, and continued to work on her techniques. When she was fourteen, she learned of another band of hybrids and went after them. She soon discovered where they were at, and decided that she was going take up living there.
RP sample (at least 100 words):
Dakota slipped through the back door that came from the garden. She paused just inside the door, standing on the mat used for not getting the floor slippery, and cause someone to fall. She shook her head of the few snowflakes that had some how found their way on top of her head, and then running her fingers briefly through her blonde hair, making it look more nicer than before. She brushed a few stray flakes off her sleeves and pants, and stomped off her feet. Maybe, if she were lucky, she could actually make it down the hall without falling on her face. That was slim to none, and she wasn't going to chance it to much with slick shoes. She ran her feet against the rug, continuing the motion until her shoes pulled unwillingly against it. She took a step into the hall, keeping herself steady before she took another step forward. She continued stepping slowly, increasing her pace so she could make some progress down the hall.
Maybe a little to fast. She took another step and her foot slipped out from under her. She squealed in surprise, crashing to the fround with a muffled thud. She banged her head on the floor and blinked dizzily, trying to pull herself up again. After several more slips and crashes, she was able to stand on her feet again. She rubbed the back of her head, closing her eyes to a the pain of a headache. After a few seconds, she continued down the hall, more cautiously this time. As she walked, she heard a squeal echo from the front door. Her head shot up from it's bent position, a result of trying to watch her step. Squeals, though not completely unfamiliar here, were something not commonly heard unless someone A. Fell, B. Tripped, or C. is being attacked by something. Dakota hurried towards the front door, not really paying mind to her step, and almost slipping several times.
As she approached the door, she finally stepped on the safety of the carpets. She rubbed her feet one last time before continuing to the door. Her eyes quickly flashed to another, who was standing just past the door. She knew that the girl probably had the same problem with the door, just like when she first arrived here. Falling through the door. She smiled faintly, not really understanding why. That door was ancient, it wasn't uncommon for it to bust through like that. She stood at the edges of vision, unsure if to approached the girl or not. She didn't look like the girl who wanted to be welcomed by a welcoming committee... But then again. It was just her, and her as a person didn't count as a committee. She walked over towards her, a faint smirk on her face. It faded to a smirk, as she came within four feet. "I'd say welcome, but then you'd be under the wrong impression," She smiled faintly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was obviously inexperienced with this greeting stuff. "I'm Dakota, in case... You know... Need to find me for help or something," She shrugged, holding out a lightly. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her other hand, smiling faintly, before it drops to her side.
***Sorry I didn't do a whole lot of things on the appearance and stuff, I can't think straight at the moment.
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Eraser of Bird Kid: Bird Kid
How many years rping: Four Years in September.
Appearance: About five foot three, and with a nearly lanky body, Dakota is a very underestimated character. She has blonde hair that falls down to her mid back, and bright blue eyes. She's caught in everything from keans and a teeshirt to fancy dresses worth the red carpet. She's not rich, but she isn't poor either. Her wings are a snowy white, with dark grey tips. They're slightly two small in proportion wise, but she makes do.
Powers: Though it seems a little weird, she can read the emotions others.
Personality: She's very outgoing, and isn't afraid to speak her mind. But, she's also shy around newer people. She likes to be alone until she can get to know a person. She's known to pick fights with people who under estimate her abilities a hybrid. She just contradic here own personalities. When she's angry, she's known to lose her temper easily. She's afraid of love, since her father had abused her, and doesn't relate to guys easily. She's also rather clumsy.
History (two paragraphs): Dakota grew up in the streets of Tennessee, since she ran away because her father abused her. This was when she figured out she could fly. She had ran out of the building, and removed the bandage around her chest which her parents had put on, and her wings were revealed. She flew out a window and landed a few hundred meters away and hid in an alley. Most of the guys in the back roads that she lived avoided her, since she was so delicate looking.
As she neared thirteen, she started doing contests against people on the streets to get money, so she could buy some decent clothes. She also would do airial performances for large sums of cash, and continued to work on her techniques. When she was fourteen, she learned of another band of hybrids and went after them. She soon discovered where they were at, and decided that she was going take up living there.
RP sample (at least 100 words):
Dakota slipped through the back door that came from the garden. She paused just inside the door, standing on the mat used for not getting the floor slippery, and cause someone to fall. She shook her head of the few snowflakes that had some how found their way on top of her head, and then running her fingers briefly through her blonde hair, making it look more nicer than before. She brushed a few stray flakes off her sleeves and pants, and stomped off her feet. Maybe, if she were lucky, she could actually make it down the hall without falling on her face. That was slim to none, and she wasn't going to chance it to much with slick shoes. She ran her feet against the rug, continuing the motion until her shoes pulled unwillingly against it. She took a step into the hall, keeping herself steady before she took another step forward. She continued stepping slowly, increasing her pace so she could make some progress down the hall.
Maybe a little to fast. She took another step and her foot slipped out from under her. She squealed in surprise, crashing to the fround with a muffled thud. She banged her head on the floor and blinked dizzily, trying to pull herself up again. After several more slips and crashes, she was able to stand on her feet again. She rubbed the back of her head, closing her eyes to a the pain of a headache. After a few seconds, she continued down the hall, more cautiously this time. As she walked, she heard a squeal echo from the front door. Her head shot up from it's bent position, a result of trying to watch her step. Squeals, though not completely unfamiliar here, were something not commonly heard unless someone A. Fell, B. Tripped, or C. is being attacked by something. Dakota hurried towards the front door, not really paying mind to her step, and almost slipping several times.
As she approached the door, she finally stepped on the safety of the carpets. She rubbed her feet one last time before continuing to the door. Her eyes quickly flashed to another, who was standing just past the door. She knew that the girl probably had the same problem with the door, just like when she first arrived here. Falling through the door. She smiled faintly, not really understanding why. That door was ancient, it wasn't uncommon for it to bust through like that. She stood at the edges of vision, unsure if to approached the girl or not. She didn't look like the girl who wanted to be welcomed by a welcoming committee... But then again. It was just her, and her as a person didn't count as a committee. She walked over towards her, a faint smirk on her face. It faded to a smirk, as she came within four feet. "I'd say welcome, but then you'd be under the wrong impression," She smiled faintly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She was obviously inexperienced with this greeting stuff. "I'm Dakota, in case... You know... Need to find me for help or something," She shrugged, holding out a lightly. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her other hand, smiling faintly, before it drops to her side.
***Sorry I didn't do a whole lot of things on the appearance and stuff, I can't think straight at the moment.
