Post by Dakota on Oct 18, 2009 0:36:56 GMT -5
welcome to the wings...
dakotarosejohnson !
"for what you did to me
and what I'll do to you
you get, what everyone
else gets you get a lifetime"[/center][/size]
WHO ARE YOU ?
name ! dakota rose johnson; specimen 392d
nicknames ! dakota, dj, kota, 392
age ! sixteenish
sexual orientation ! straight
gender ! female
hometown ! south knoxville, tennessee
current residence ! somewhere, new york
species !avian bird hybrid
WHAT'S YOU'RE STYLE ?
height ! five foot four
weight ! eighty pounds
skin tone ! fair, slightly tanned by the sun
hair color ! blonde with darker streaks from being outside
body build ! thin, atheletic, short for a bird-kid, underestimable
eye color ! greenish blue, depending on lighting
permanent accesories ! a small tattoo on the back of her neck stating her species number
basic style ! of course, her style was very easy going. a basic teeshirt and a pair of jean capris was her usual attire. see, these were easy to get a hold of, and durable. this isn't to say that she doesn't have a few nicer clothes which she keeps in a small knapsack that she carries around with her. within, it holds a few pairs of jeans that haven't been ripped to shreds, and a faint yellow button up shirt. she tends to wear this outfit whenever she goes somewhere when she doesn't want to draw attention to herself and get thrown out for being homeless or whatever. her constant, though, is a frayed pair of converse that she has just recently acquired. they're just a basic pair in a black shade, so they go with almost anything. it's a very easy going outfit.
AND YOUR PERSONA ?
likes ! flying, running, affording new clothes, beating Erasers up, drawing, not being on the run, reading other people's emotions.
dislikes ! being on the run, people, walking, hiding, getting beat up, not being able to think straight, being confused.
fears ! being caught by the lab, falling in love, not knowing where she is.
goals ! destroying the boy from her past, not having to hide, being able to control others emotions easily.
hobbies ! flying, going undercover, sneaking into places, messing with other people's emotions.
strengths ! reading people's emotions, street fighting, dealing with solitude.
weaknesses ! small spaces, tarditional fighting, holding conversations with people.
WHAT'S YOUR PAST ?
family background ! both of her parents were from Tennessee and had no idea about the experimentation that went on in the lab. see history for more information.
housing type ! none. if any, very poor.
basic possessions !a knap-sack that she's had since she escaped from the Lab, a small silver whistle, and a small twine necklast she wears on usual occasions.
pets ! none
powers ! she can read, and on occasion alter, the emotions of people around her. the downside is that it takes a lot of energy and she's usually left exhausted.
history !Dakota was borne onto her family as a miracle child. A special Lab, which said that they were with government officials, had offered them a large sum of money in order to do a few tests on some of the newer embryos to tell the parents exactly what the child was going to look like. The family, which was struggling with money at the moment, agreed almost instantaneously. Throughout the first few months, tests were ran, needles injected, and progress was watched with careful eyes. The doctors in question, of course, told the family the basics, showed pictures, and did everything to make the parents happy with this experiment. Something they didn’t tell them though, was that their child was going to be born with wings.
When the child was born, and they saw the little stubs of fuzzy white under feathers, they were shocked, but they also were very happy, saying that they’re child was a miracle. The White Coats told them that they could keep the child until she was six, but after that, because of these mysterious wing-like appendages, they would like to experiment with her further. The parents said they would have no part in it, but eventually, with either force or the offer of yet another large sum of money, the parents decided that it would be best for little Dakota, because that was what they were to name her.
As they’re time with their daughter was rather limited, they treated her like a Princess. She was in dance, gymnastics, and everything else that little girls like to do. She was very polite, hardly whined, and would be content with whatever her parents would get her. She was very easy to please. She was top of her class in whatever she did, and learned to talk with out that little kid tone at five. They taught her at home and kept her from making a lot of friends, since they knew she wouldn’t be able to see her after that. When she was five and a half, her parents started becoming harsh and crude. It hurt them to do this, but they knew that they had to sever all of her good ties with them, so she would not be of nuisance to the Doctors.
By the time Dakota turned six, she had a rather strong dislike of her parents, in which her father had even gone as far as abusing her to get her to not like them any more. When the White Coats came to pick her up, her parents called them Doctors, she went with them rather obediently, only causing trouble when she dropped her bags and made them slow down to help her pick them up. Other than that, the progress was quick and Dakota sat in the back seat, turned around to watch the ever fading scene of the house that held many good and bad memories. It wasn’t part of her any more.
When they arrived at the Lab, the White Coats helped her with her stuff in a polite manner and they showed her to a small room which was decorated with only a bed and a desk. In the corner was a window, which they wouldn’t say but was reinforced to prevent anybody from escaping. They dropped off her stuff here and gave her instructions to the bathrooms and cafeterias, which at the moment were the only other places she was allowed to go alone.
They left her alone then, to unpack and give her room a little decoration and change out of her pajamas. Dakota, being a rather subtle girl, had a small mirror put on the wall, a cloth butterfly her mother made her, and a few other random boxes. Even with the butterfly, it looked like the room belonged to somebody over six years old. Then she went and changed in a Power Puff Girls tee-shirt and some jeans with an intricate flower pattern on the bottom of the right leg, and then waited for the White Coats to come back and show her what she was going to do.
* * *
Life sucks. Then you die. That was how Dakota’s life outlook came as she got older. From six to ten, she had been put through different tests and injections, several operations. She was inserted in classes with Erasers for fighting styles, in which, surprisingly, her dance and gymnastics classes took a big toll in. Again, she quickly became adapted to life on the Lab’s courts. She didn’t have many friends; she wasn’t supposed to have any. She listened to what they said; she was left alone for the time being. Everybody wins.
One of Dakota’s few friends was named Nathan Whitlock, a rather interesting Eraser. She was paired with him in a lot of combat practices, since all bird-kids were teamed up with a particular Eraser that was created to counteract the other’s powers. Most of their fights were called after three hours of no winner, or one of them would graze a lucky stone and get the upper-hand. Nobody would die in these small battles, mainly because the White Coats could bring you back to life. The Lab also couldn’t spare any of their specimens. Other than the few times they met beforehand, Nathan and her didn’t converse much.
Dakota’s other friend was Cadence Jack. She was a bird-kid, perky and talkative in nearly every hour she was awake. They got along easily, and for a while Dakota was still innocent her. One day, Caddie told her that the only way that they could escape, a ridiculous idea, was to soar in one of the combats. Dakota declined at the last moment, and in their next battles, she saw Cadence take off to the skies. She went up, up, up… Dakota thought she was going to make it, until a bullet pierced through the sky. Caddie wasn’t physically dead, but the Lab coats tweaked with her brain. All that mattered was that she wasn’t the same Caddie, and that’s all that Dakota needed to know that she was dead.
This was said to be the reason that Dakota was so bitter and sarcastic. From that day on, her moves were sharper, quicker, and her mind seemed to work a million times better. She started getting better in fights, even taking down Nathan a few times. She didn’t socialize, and she kept to herself. Her trips to the Labs O.R. were limited, and so she didn’t have much going on but working on her battle skills. It kept her mind off of everything that had happened to her best friend. This didn’t last long, and after a while, a dramatic twist of events had happened that would change her outlook forever.
Now, because of her whole entire history, this next part of her history is controversy. In recounting, she’ll probably just put in what the White Coats told her had happened. It was normal, and since they couldn’t just tell her flat out what really occurred, they tried to make it seem like a beautiful thing between her and… Him… Their story is that she was going to give birth to a child, and I don’t need to go into details. It’s a PG13 site, so everybody knows how babies are made. Dakota doesn’t remember the father, but in truth, it was Nathan that had tricked her in the story.
What really happened was that at the age of eleven, Nathan tricked her to be in her room alone with him, something that was forbidden. Faced with the bidding of going against the White Coats, she quickly agreed. Nathan, working closely with the White Coats for the time being, waited until she put down her guard before stood from his chair in the beanbag. Dakota didn’t think much of it, and when he leaned over, promising yet another secret, she leant forward to hear him clearer. He brought his hand up as if he were going to do a cupping motion to make sure the sound went through.
Instead, the hand came down hard on Dakota’s temple, something she hadn’t expected, and it almost instantly rigged her unconscious. At this sound, the White Coats came in and brought her to one of the Operation Labs, taking from her the things that they needed in order to breed without disabling her with the fact of carrying child. The bird-genes of Dakota transferred to the egg they withdrew, and so when it mixed with the choice male, it formed an egg before it would hatch. Some may wonder why a lot of Dakota’s memories were false at this time.
The answer to this is simple. Periodically, she would be brought to the O.R. and the White Coats would mess with her head, replacing memories with others. They didn’t want her to be able to tell anybody that the Lab had done anything more than the wings. The rest they were laying on the Eraser, Nathan’s, shoulder, so that he could carry all the blame.
When the egg had hatched, Dakota had gone through a particularly excruciating course. A little altering and the memory of birth came into being. The wolf in the boy had made his early aging process quicken, but this wouldn’t actually happen until a big problem aroused. She had named him Cameron, in a rather pitiful attempt to be nice towards her grandfather, in which Cameron was his middle name. She didn’t have much against her grandpa, and so that’s how the name had come into being.
After this, they constantly used Cameron to make sure that Dakota would go through at top speed. Motherly instincts kicked in, and she started doing anything they’d say to make sure Dakota would get to see Cam. This lasted for nearly two years, when an ultimate test came amongst their thoughts to test her stamina and willpower to the extreme. So, one day when she was finished with her daily training, they pulled her aside and put her at the end of a very large, maze-like feature.
Dakota, of course, went quickly through the forest, knowing the proper turns to get out from the emotions of the Erasers following her progress. The next part was followed by an ambush of three Erasers that she hadn’t battled before. After a heavy fight, she moved on to another maze-like path. Too exhausted to read the emotions of the White Coats, her progresses was labored and slow, and she was frequently prodded with electrical rods to go faster. Oh, how she wished to take flight, but she couldn’t for fear of being shot out of the sky.
When she finally came out of the courses, it had almost been seven hours; she could hardly stand as she passed over the finish line in a new record time. Cameron was standing at the end, looking ever so adorable as a two year old mutant could get out. He stayed where he was though, waiting for Dakota to come to him as she always did. Though, at the moment, Dakota was busy with trying to get back up from the ground where she had collapsed from exhaustion.
The White Coats, though impressed with her scores, were upset that she couldn’t even get up to go to her child. A quick order was barked and an Eraser stepped forward and, briskly, shoved the small child off the edge of the cliff that the end of the course lay upon. Dakota cried out, but every muscle in her body was weighing her down to the ground, and she couldn’t stand up even the slightest. After a few minutes, she had passed out from dehydration and fatigue.
From then on, Dakota tended to take all her anger on anybody who passed her on her bad side. She no longer wanted anything to do with any person and they could all very well die for all she cared. There was nothing else she could do, no one she could relate too, and every day her thoughts strayed to the concept of trying to escape from this lost whole in the middle of nowhere. At last, there would be the final straw that would tip her over the edge of the line of escape, coming from the last person she could expect it from.
She was resting in her room, secretly constructing a rather sharp object with shards of mirror that she collected from the edges. It was reinforced with metal every few centimeters, and so the chipping masked her hands in small cuts that nobody would see without close inspection. Dakota got the glue from one of the White Coats’ office when she had been reprimanded for putting an Eraser to near death in quick battle training. At the time, she rolled her eyes, grabbing the glue as soon as his attention was diverted.
So, for about a week now, she’d been taking pieces and gluing them in a makeshift dagger. It would have to work. Dakota called for other persons to come and enter her room as she had hidden her dagger one noon, sitting at the sink washing her hands from the small trickles of blood. She recognized the knock to belong to Nathan, and so wasn’t worried about an ambush of any sorts.
Nathan had lounged on her beanbag, much like that one night, and waited for Dakota to return. This was when the crack had split. A smile, a quick grin, and he revealed that he was the Eraser to push the tiny Cameron off the cliff, a wicked look on his face. He looked proud of himself, and Dakota’s face instantly shadowed, giving the exact opposite of his look. She blinked. Once… twice…
Dakota had launched herself over to the bed and pulled the dagger out, using it as a defense as Nathan launched at her in his own personal worry. She slashed out at him, kicking him back and jumping out through the halls, locking the door. She looked down the hall and took off quickly down the least occupied corridor, quickly finding an exit. Nobody tried to stop her; they all knew that any kid who tried to escape would be quickly taken down.
Unfortunately, none of the Guards stationed were prepared for Dakota to break out. She was, not to sound full of herself, by far one of the best trained ‘kids on the lot. Instead of taking too the skies, like most of them did, she tore through the surrounding forests at speeds that she reserved for races, using all her anger to increase her strength to make her go faster than she ever imagined. She heard pursuit, but never once turned around. After about what felt like several miles, Dakota finally took to the skies, making it out of the area with minimal damage.
For about a year, she stayed in the direct Tennessee area, doing air tricks for special audiences for money, stealing when she had too. Her styles of fighting changed to more of a street oriented fashion, all of her years of training almost leaking away to be replaced with everything she learned on the streets. Her memory became fogged and she quickly forgot the looks and name of the boy who had betrayed her.
Then, at the age of fourteen nearing fifteen, Dakota heard of a Flock of bird-kids up north in the New York area. Of course, this wasn’t street knowledge, she still raided the Lab every once in the while for information. So, with that in mind, she left to the New York area, while she flew around to track down this Flock before the Erasers tracked them down. This has taken about a year, and Dakota still has not found them, but this leaves us at the present time in which she now belongs too.
WHAT'S BEHIND THE KEYBOARD ?
offline name ! amber
age ! the important people know
experience ! four years, intermediate-advanced
other characters ! nathan whitlock
roleplay sample !Lauren sat at her table, absently playing with the tips of her hair as her fellow dormies chatted animately amoungst themselves. She hadn't grabbed lunch yet, trying to figure out what she should get. The food was better than that at any other school, but if you choose the wrong out of the two, then it always tasted terrible. She scanned her surroundings, though her vision didn't pick up much of what she saw. Vampires, werewolves, faeries, elves, mages, thin and weak humans, and more. There was never and endless cease to how interesting this whole school was.
No, what she was looking for was a singled-out person. Someone who didn't fit in with the others. Something interesting. The humans always stuck in a closly knit group. They may be insane, but when it came all to all they knew that it'd be harder for them to survive without the comfort. Lauren entertained the thought of the humans, trying to place the reason why they wouldn't just pair up with the mages. She concluded that they didn't band together because the mages needed more rep. Not only were those kids mortal, but they weren't the brightest either. Well... Maybe take out Nolan and the other tricksters.
She didn't spot any elves, though there might be a few in here. The weather could be down pouring rain, and you could still find them outside. The nekos and anthros looked completely at peace, but it's hard to mess with a groups' mind. It'd be so much easier to find someone alone. This was a normal day, other than the fact that a few of the mages, most likely led by Knight, were using a few spells to make the food fly around the room and crash into the walls, and whatnot. They're the best to be around for a food fight. But, Nolan and her were buddies. She wasn't going to ruin her own fun by trying to war against him. She glanced at another table and gave a small smile. Target acquired.
She wasn't very tall, faerie obviously by the skin color. She loved how easy it was to depict some of them. Other's were done near impossible. She contemplated on everybody's location, and rocked back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table. She knew what was going to come next. The rest of her dorm mates bombarding her with questions about her plan, that mysterious glint in her eyes. She smirked, and stood.
"I'm going to go get some food," She said quickly, walking with a sure grace towards the line for the partions. As she walked, she went through what she would do. Would it be enough to just sit down next to her, act all friendly. Demons and faeries were always on edge, at least that's what Lauren thought. With them being so small, and able to fit in the smallest of places, they were hard to catch. She noted the girl's surroundings. Who was nearby? If the werewolves were, she had managed to get some matches, and could probably start a small stampede.
One never knew what you had to do to frighten another persons. Let it be kids running from a fire, or just coming up to them and being friendly. Lauren contemplated some more, taking just a small meal. She wasn't completely hungry, but she wasn't about ready to skip. She learned that skipping classes to go eat is not a good idea, though she'd never really been caught doing that. Another thanks to her friends that she knew what happened. But, then again, getting in trouble wasn't a real big deal. Especially with Ethan, he wasn't the harshest person.
She gave another glance at the girl, and smirked as she saw her playing with a yo-yo. Yes, the fantastic yo-yo was invented by some crazy dude that we all wish we knew the name of. Probably some freak kid like the rest of the people who attended the Academy. Most inventers were. Truthfully, most humans were idiots and couldn't make a complete sentence. That they could actually invent something was truly beyond her. The guy who invented the toilet, Werewolf, the stoplight by a demon just like herself, doll houses were obviously created by faeries, used to keep as houses. The only humans who held purpose were the few who came to the Academy. If they still exsisted, they'd be oracles. They're really entertaining.
Lauren felt a soft breeze from some kid who was slightly late for lunch. It brought her back to her normal self, and blinked her grey-green eyes slowly, and shook her head. She felt her hat shift on top of her head, though it didn't go to far. Her necklace shifted softly on her neck, giving her a tickling sensation. She smirked, her lips curving upwards elegantly. She waited at the end of the line with her tray. Her suddenly bright plan seemed to be usless at the moment. What would happen to her reputation if she sat with a Fae? That wouldn't be the greatest idea.
She contemplated for a bit more. If she made the prank big enough, it'd be over looked. Unfortunately, big pranks would reveal that she wasn't really what everybody thought she was. Another blow of cold air came through the door, and she was nearly ran into by the kid that came running through. She silently wished that he was soaking wet and would slip and fall on his run through the cafeteria. That would really make her day. She finally brought herself to walk over to the lone faerie, and sit down across from her. She recieved a few odd looks from some of the others, but she gave them a smirk that told all, and they looked away.
She turned her attention slightly towards the fae, picking lightly at her food. Lauren smiled faintly, and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Good day, Miss Fae," She said softly, giving her a small glance. The interest of what her exact plan hit her again. She could feel the looks on her back from her other dormies, but she ignored them. They'd find out eventually. She pondered wonderingly on what was a faerie's weakness. She suspected iron, that's what was rumored, but she didn't know where she could get a hold of such a metal. Maybe she could ask her dad. She smiled faintly to herself, and waited for the young faerie to respond.
other ! i still like pie.
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