Post by Dallen Larson on Oct 1, 2012 1:48:39 GMT -5
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DALLEN JOSEPH LARSONTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Dallen Joseph Larson
Nickname(s): Dal
Canon/Original/Adoptable: original
Birthday/Place of Birth: sept. 2nd, 1962 Honolulu, Hawaii Current Residence: Mohave Dessert
Family: John and Gil Larson, deceased[/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color] Height: 6' 1 1/4"
Body type: slim, average, athletic
Skin tone: slightly pale
Eye color: brown
Hair color and typical style: short, black, wavy
Played By: Keanu Reeves
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): None
My Style: Dark jeans, boots, black jacket, dark colored shirts[/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color] Likes: (at least 5) Smoking, drinking, weapons, sports, hunting, books, poetry, music, nature, architecture, fast cars
Dislikes: (at least 5) cold weather, hot weather, annoying people...hell people in general, children, cats, lazy people, zoos
What was/is your characters dream/goals:(the obvious one- surviving the apocalypse, is a given.) To live a peaceful life while being left alone, to find meaning
Fears: (the obvious one- death or infection by zombie is a given) chickens, popularity, commitments, loyalty(he trusts only himself)[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color] Describe your character's personality (a decent paragraph please): Dallen was a loner by choice when the world still kicked, now he is one by means of the apocalypse. He relies on himself because others let him down and he can't have any of that. He's very anti-social and somewhat narcissistic. People usually just annoy him, alive or dead. He's very calm, cold, and calculated.
Strengths : (at least 5) Weaponry, survival, hunting, courageous, valiant, intelligent.
Weaknesses : (at least 5) Un-trustful of others, arrogant, addicted to smoking, conversation, forgetful
Habits (smoking, drinking, nail biting, etc): smoking and drinking mainly, cursing, rudeness
Flaws: (please include at least one personality and one physical): He's addicted to unhealthy things, his stamina is low over long spurts, his lungs sting often[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color] Skills and Abilities: His skills in weaponry, hunting, and survival all delve from his work as an undercover police officer. He can act well when needed around others to pretend to be someone he's not. He's good with vehicles and mechanics. Has incredible accuracy with guns, due to his many years of training. Capable of not caring what happens to others, thus allowing him to sleep soundly at night. [/left]
We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Character History--At least 3 good paragraphs -- Dallen was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and raised to a young man when his parents died close to the same time, due to different illnesses. He then moved to Los Angeles to stay with his uncle Mark, who was a sheriff. When he was just a recruit his uncle died on the job, KIA, which left him all alone. Once he became an undercover operative he quickly lost sight of the real world. He abandoned any would be friends and, while undercover, developed an addiction to heroin as well as other drugs. He lost his job once it was found out and all of his respect as a cop ended, even though many felt pity for him. He was forced into rehab and worked as a security guard in his final days before the outbreak. Once the walkers came, LA quickly went into chaos and he luckily escaped. He chose not to follow others and instead went on his own, escaping far off into the Mojave dessert.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Dallen observed his hand as he took another swig of his beer. Pocket aces, yet his face gave off a slight bit of frustration with the hand. The others around the table checked to him, wondering what he would do. He checked as well, and the flop was turned to reveal an ace of diamonds, an eight of clubs, and a king of spades. The man to his left raised to 250 and the others folded. Dallen exhaled as if to be nervous and contemplating, as his opponent watched him eagerly. He called. The next card was a duece of hearts, which the opponent went 'all in' with. A desperate act, Dallen thought as he called. The river was a four of hearts as the two men put their cards on the table. The other guy had a king and an eight, nothing compared to his three of a kind. Dallen smiled and reached in to grab his pot, but the opponent stopped him by grabbing his hands. "That's a cheating hand you got there," said the man. "That's a broken hand you got there," Dallen replied. "Huh?" Dallen twisted the man's hand and broke his pinky finger, causing him to shriek and scream in pain. Dallen got up from his seat and nodded to the rest as he took his winnings and headed off.
Scribe Time Name/Alias: solace
Your Age: 27
Other character(s) at STL:Ethan Hall
[/blockquote][/font][/color][/sup][bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][/td][/tr][/table][/blockquote]Character History--At least 3 good paragraphs -- Dallen was born in Honolulu, Hawaii and raised to a young man when his parents died close to the same time, due to different illnesses. He then moved to Los Angeles to stay with his uncle Mark, who was a sheriff. When he was just a recruit his uncle died on the job, KIA, which left him all alone. Once he became an undercover operative he quickly lost sight of the real world. He abandoned any would be friends and, while undercover, developed an addiction to heroin as well as other drugs. He lost his job once it was found out and all of his respect as a cop ended, even though many felt pity for him. He was forced into rehab and worked as a security guard in his final days before the outbreak. Once the walkers came, LA quickly went into chaos and he luckily escaped. He chose not to follow others and instead went on his own, escaping far off into the Mojave dessert.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Dallen observed his hand as he took another swig of his beer. Pocket aces, yet his face gave off a slight bit of frustration with the hand. The others around the table checked to him, wondering what he would do. He checked as well, and the flop was turned to reveal an ace of diamonds, an eight of clubs, and a king of spades. The man to his left raised to 250 and the others folded. Dallen exhaled as if to be nervous and contemplating, as his opponent watched him eagerly. He called. The next card was a duece of hearts, which the opponent went 'all in' with. A desperate act, Dallen thought as he called. The river was a four of hearts as the two men put their cards on the table. The other guy had a king and an eight, nothing compared to his three of a kind. Dallen smiled and reached in to grab his pot, but the opponent stopped him by grabbing his hands. "That's a cheating hand you got there," said the man. "That's a broken hand you got there," Dallen replied. "Huh?" Dallen twisted the man's hand and broke his pinky finger, causing him to shriek and scream in pain. Dallen got up from his seat and nodded to the rest as he took his winnings and headed off.
Scribe Time Name/Alias: solace
Your Age: 27
Other character(s) at STL:Ethan Hall