Post by dash on May 7, 2010 9:44:36 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
The words came like a hard rain.
And your smile changed like a hurricane.[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: dashiel zachary milton.[/font]
NICKNAMES: dash, dashy, milton.
GENDER: male.
AGE: seventeen.
GRADE: twelve.
ART INTEREST: art.
PLAYBY: nicolas bemberg.
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: caucasian- part american, part british.[/font]
HAIR COLOR: dark chocolate brown.
EYE COLOR: deep blue.
HEIGHT: 6'2''
WEIGHT: 142 lbs.
BODY TYPE: slender; toned.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: a fading scar going down the right side of his torso.
PERSONAL STYLE: Dash doesn't like to follow fashion; or really, he doesn't care about fashion. you could usually find him sporting a plain t shirt and a pair of good 'ol fashioned Levi's and he'd still make them look good. (although, they're most likely not Levi's or rather some brand his mother had the personal shoppers buy for him) Either way, you could say his style is more "simple- all american boy" but not preppy. Call him a prep and you'd be lucky to come out in one piece.
OTHER: - - -
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS:[/font]
artistic: ever since a young age, Dash had always been intrigued by art. he began to draw at the mere age of six and loved it ever since. Over time, it developed into something more amazing and abstract, and he hopes to follow it as a career when he is older. Of course, his father strongly disapproves, but this adds more to his desire and love for art.
riding: Dash isn't necessarily good at sports that have anything to do with a ball or full contact. He can play, but he isn't amazing. The one sport he is good at is riding. He has been riding ever since he was three years old, when his father introduced the boys to the beauty that were horses. John had grown up on a large ranch- styled home and was always surrounded by animals- mainly their prize winning show horses. Dash took lessons at a young age and he just recently stopped riding competitively, to focus on studies and his art, but he loves his horse - Rumpole- more then anything.
passionate: when Dash believes in something, he gets extremely passionate. He is passionate about his art and riding most and foremost above all. He never really had many friendships- he always clung to Berkley- but after his brother died, Dash had begun to form friendships with other boys. When he truly cares for someone, he is extremely loyal. This goes for friendships and of course, loves. Although he hasn't found the right girl, yet.
WEAKNESSES:
girls: whether it be their red, kissable lips or soft curves, girls just turn Dash into a mess. he could be easily lured in by any gorgeous female and easily tempted; but, if he was in a committed relationship with someone he truly cares about; he wouldn't dare cheat on her.
stubborn: a quality he usually blames his mother for. Dash hates being wrong, and if is ever proved wrong, would be in a sort of denial because of his stubbornness.
LIKES:
- art.
- rumpole.
- running.
- music.
- reading.
- being alone- for the most part.
- riding.
- girls.
- being spontaneous.
- breaking rules.
- berkley.
- the beach on a rainy day.
- confidence in a girl.
DISLIKES:
- rules.
- obnoxious girls.
- drama.
- gossip.
- catty girls.
- his father.
- boarding school.
- pretentious people.
- scorching heat.
- being wrong.
FLAWS:
Dash can be hot headed at times and if he is ever enraged, can't control his anger completely.
HABITS:
Dash has a habit of tapping his pencil when in deep concentration or thought. It can get rather annoying, but when he's in his own little world, he doesn't notice the people around him.
SECRETS:
It usually comes as a suprise to most people -especially girls- but Dash, is a virgin. Not that he's ashamed of it, just looking for the right girl and what not. But it's not like he'll go and shout it on the roof tops. He's not that proud of it.
BEST MEMORY:
His best memory is very uneventful, but still something he treasures and will keep with him in his mind forever. The night Berkley left for the party, he looked so calm and content. The boy had everything; the looks, the intelligence, the athletic and social ability. Dash just knew Berk would rule the world one day, he had all the traits for it, after all. His favorite memory is the last time he saw his brother smile.
WORST MEMORY:
When he was in his freshman year in high school, on a Friday night, he came down stairs because he couldn't sleep. Which was odd, seeing as he could usually sleep through anything. But it was hard to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut. Thinking it was just the fact that he was hungry (he'd barely eaten all day) Dash crept down the stairs only to discover two police men with his mother and father. Berkley had died in a car crash.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Unlike his older brother, Dashiel developed the more quiet trait, which he got from his mother. Not to say he isn't social, but Dash went through a very awkward phase when he was younger, and deep down, he's still trying to over come that. He can be quiet the charmer, though. What with his wit and laid-back personality. He also always seems to carry a light, confident air around him- not to mistake that for conceitedness. He is funny and intelligent, and an all-round nice guy.
Everyone has to have some bad traits, right? Nobody's perfect and Dash certainly isn't. Although he doesn't get angry very easily, when he does, you might want to step back just a tad. He can be a hot-heated boy- this one- and is not afraid to throw a few punches here and there. You either have to have done something horribly wrong or be a complete jerk to see Dash in his angry state. Some people might say that being reckless and rebellious is a good thing; well it's all a part of the teenage experience, is it not? But Dash has done some pretty stupid things just to rebel against his father and has always had to pay the consequences. Although being a 'bad boy' is fulfilling, getting caught sucks. He is very messy and not to mention extremely indecisive. Whether it's deciding what to eat or which girl to date. His indecisiveness has gotten him in some bad situations in the past, but he is by no means a player. In fact, due to his father's southern personality, Dash has not only inherited the southern accent, but the qualities of a true southern gentleman.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: raleigh, north carolina.[/size][/font]
PARENTS:
John "Johnny" Milton - Father - 48
Bethany "Beth" Milton - Mother - 48
SIBLINGS:Berkley "Berk" Milton - Brother - 20
OTHER:
Rumpole III - pet horse.
LIVING SITUATION: dorms.
HISTORY:
Johnny Milton was born into a wealthy family. His father was a rich oil tycoon, and made enough money to support his mother and his eight brothers and their palatial North Carolina estate. He was raised a southern gentleman, and with such a large family, he was always happy and having fun. Beth Prescott was born a single child. Her family came from old money, dated back to their ancestors from England, so she was always spoiled rotten. She always had proper mannerisms and was a big snob.
Beth and Johnny met in College. It wasn't love at first site, far from that. Well, for Bethany at least. Not that Johnny wasn't handsome, what with his brown floppy hair and gleeful blue eyes, he was quiet the stunner in his younger years. Bethany found his thick southern accent and boisterous ways simply annoying and always tried to avoid him. But when Johnny wanted something, he never gave up, and he saw Bethany as a challenge, which only intrigued him more. Of course, Beth would never admit, but she loved the attention. That year, they fell in love. They were perfect for each other. He brought out the fun side in Bethany Prescott and she made John Milton happy.
After just two years together, they knew they would want to spend the rest of their lives together. They moved into their fifteen acre estate in North Carolina and soon enough, they were married and after college, Bethany was pregnant with their first child, Berkley. Berkley was blessed with both his parent's good looks, his father's friendly personality and wit, and his mother's intelligence. He was the star child, always excelling in sports, school and the social scene. And being the first born, he always got the most attention from their father. John always wanted a large family, but Beth could do with just one child, thank you very much. After much discussion and consideration, beth finally agreed to one more child, and when Berkley was four years old, Dashiel was born.
Dashiel Zachary Milton was born on September 27th on a cold, fall evening. Although he and his brother were four years a part, Dash and Berkley were inseparable. They did eveything together and shared most things. Dash was the more artistic and creative one. Yes, he was reasonably good at sports and he did inherit his parent's intelligence, but when Dash was younger, he was very shy and timid and constantly would be picked on. Berkley would always defend his little brother, wether it be from bullies or their parents. Unlike his older brother, Dash would rather be alone in the stables with his horse - Rumpole- reading a good book or sketching than be out at parties. He always felt that his father favored Berkley, but it wasn't until Berkley died that he knew for sure.
It was Friday night and Berkley was headed out for a party, his senior year. Dash was just a freshman in high school so he wasn't invited to the party, nor would he go if he ever were. He remembered how happy is brother looked. How he could balance his academics, sports, family and still be popular was beyond Dashiel and he sometimes envied Berkley for how perfect he seemed. He regretted feeling jealous of his brother when he crept downstairs the same night because he couldn't sleep. Dash heard voices from the sitting room and then heard a female voice wailing in agony. He poked his head through the door to see two police men standing in front of his father, who was clutching onto his wailing mother on the floor. When John Milton looked up at Dash and when he saw the look in his father's eyes, he knew exactly what happened. His brother was gone, and he wouldn't be coming back.
This affected Dash more than his parents, but they all loved Berkley very much, it was hard to tell. For months both his parents went around, lifeless and depressed. Mean while, Dash was getting over his shy stage and starting to find himself through his art. Of course, his father stopped paying attention to him completely. For one full year John could not even look into Dash's eyes because Dash was so much like Berkley in so many ways, even though they were complete opposites. Dash figured, if his parents stopped caring, so then he would too. He stopped going to classes and getting in with the bad crowd. Yet, he didn't want to waist his life away so he still managed to excel in school. And he still had his morals down so he didn't become a drug addict or anything. All her really wanted was for his dad to look at him again, or to not be constantly reminded that he would never be like Berkley. When him and his father do talk, they're most likely arguing. His father constantly asks him why he can't be more like his brother, and this usually sets Dash off. That's why he would much rather be any where else then home. Dash's rebellion was getting a bit out of hand for the still mourning Beth and Johnny, so half way through his freshman year, he was shipped off to boarding school. Dash absolutely hated it, but then figured he could still rebel against his father, even if he were miles away. The school had given Dashiel many chances, but was soon kicked out by the end of his Junior year of high school. Johnny threatened to send him off to military school, so Dash gave in- defeated- and accepted his father's terms. He was accepted into Valkyrie academy due to his stellar grades and art, and would be starting late into the beginning of the year, but his father gave him an ultimatum. One more call from the school or if anything goes wrong; it's off to military school.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: TAYTAY*[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female.
AGE: sixteen
RP EXPERIENCE: less than a year :3
OTHER CHARACTERS: none for now!
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:Reagan was never one to regret things. She believed that everything had it's reason and that life would go through its course. But she wasn't expecting this; and at that very moment, regretted ever letting the word college escape from her lips. How could she have been so careless? She knew that any talk of the future would definitely bring heart break- at least on Reagan's behalf, anyhow. But as she watched Oscar's expression change from nervous to break-down mode, she silently cursed herself. Oscar wasn't as good as Reagan was when it came to masking his feelings and she could see right through him. The tiny voice at the back of her head couldn't help but feel curious, but she pushed it further into her brain as she watched Oscar. "T-t-that's great, Reegs. That's t-t-totally...great!" Reagan wasn't buying a second of his little act, and she might have believed him if it weren't for his stuttering.
In a shot, Reagan flew out of her seat to face Oscar, who had flown out of his as quick- if not, quicker, then she had. "Why are you lying to me, Oscar?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly, trying to maintain her cool stance. A part of her wanted Oscar to genuinely support her; to know that he was backing her up a hundred percent of the way- but because he really wanted what was best for her, not because he felt forced to. But the other part of her didn't want to see fake smiles. Reagan was a very straight forward girl and she always wanted the truth, no matter what it was. The tiny voice at the back of her head came back out of its hiding place to remind her that she probably would have been upset even if he had told the truth, but Reagan ignored her pesky sub conscience, pushing it back into its little hole. "We made a promise to each other, remember?" she said, toning down the accusatory tone she had once before, making it soft and gentle; soothing. "We promised we would tell each other whatever was on our mind, no matter what. No lies." As children, they always promised to tell each other everything, and even though they made that promise at the mere age of seven, It was still meaningful to Reagan. Oscar's friendship literally meant the whole world to her. She bore her green eyes into his radiant blue orbs. It was kind of hard trying to maintain eye contact seeing as she'd never told him how she really felt about him, but that wasn't the case right now! This was different.
Reagan broke eye contact, hugging her arms and turning to face the opposite direction, biting her bottom lip- a habit she had gained for when she was nervous- she went over to sit back down on the log. Reagan was only ever this emotional around Oscar, whom she felt that she could be herself around. "If you don't think it's so great- which I know you don't, Oscar- then just tell me," she said, looking up to face him. "just-- tell me what's on your mind." she said, trailing her gaze down to her feet. She hadn't realized that she had been making little elliptical patterns in the Earth. "I mean, your happiness is just as important as mine. And I don't want you to be anything but happy because I L--."
There it was. Those three dreaded words. Those eight letters that once you uttered, could never be taken back. Reagan had stopped herself before she would spill them out of her mouth. It wasn't that she didn't love Oscar, she could recall saying it a long time ago when they were younger. But Reagan had never been in a committed relationship before and even though her and Oscar weren't necessarily in a relationship relationship, she still considered it to be special- their friendship, that is. Reagan had never said those words to anyone now that she was actually capable of understanding how deep those simple three words were; now that she was capable of truly loving someone. The thought frightened her, but not when she was with Oscar. The thought of committing and loving someone when she was with him wasn't so terrifying. He made things easy and she just truly and completely loved him.
"--because you're my best friend." she rephrased her words carefully, still a bit shook from what almost came out of her mouth. ...and I love you, she added silently in her head. Maybe Oscar would have just taken it in the 'best friend' sort of I love you- but Reagan didn't want him to take it in that way- so she just kept her mouth shut. She looked up at him to smile reassuringly, her freckled face brightening as she did so. Her heart swelled with longing as she looked at him. He was gorgeous, smart, could always make her feel good and she loved him. He was her best friend; she almost felt un-worthy. She couldn't believe that Oscar Riley Dancy-Furroughs of all people could ever make her feel this way; hell, she couldn't think any boy could make her feel like this. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling that she only imagined could happen in fairy tales or dreams. But all of this was very real; just like the way she felt for Oscar. Reagan smiled at her best friend, the butterflies in her stomach erupting and her knees growing weak. She hoped that this would stop soon; the way she felt around him. Even though on the outside she looked nonchalant, on the inside, she was like a boiling pot just burbling away, ready to yell and jump into Osar's arms at any given moment.credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
