Post by tennie on Oct 16, 2011 21:08:54 GMT -4
Name: Jack "Dodge" Dawkins, Jr
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Birthday: 11/6
Hometown: NY, NY
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Playby: Zac Efron
Canon Character Dodger [Oliver and Company]
Mirror Mirror On the Wall
Skin tone: Olive
Hair: Medium short, dusky brown that leans towards a darker shade at the roots. Usually swept and styled, as he takes his time with it every morning.
Eyes A striking blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160lbs
Body Type: muscular
Other rounded scar on the right side of his chest, appendix removal scar
Who I Am Inside
Likes: flirting, sports, eating, a challenge, making trouble, bragging about his "feats"
Dislikes: being rejected, labeled as "uncool", people messing with his friends, being caught in a lie, going hungry!
Strengths: loyal (to those who've proven themselves), sneaky, strong, possesses a silver tongue, great athlete
Weaknesses: is a liar and cheater, secretly a hopeless romantic, girls are a major weakness as well as money, focuses primarily on looks (vain), hides the fact that he's a bright young man
Fears: being alone forever, not being appreciated, losing his looks
Personality: Dodge (he got his nickname from his father) is skillful and cunning with both tongue and body. He's quick on his feet when it comes to athletics or women. He's a leader, not a follower, and possesses all the airs and manners of a man rather than a boy. Dodge is perfection at avoiding responsibilities that don't relate to his sports teams, and doesn't think about the consequences of his actions. He's a wordsmith when it comes to flirting, and this has been proven with several girls in the past. Secretly, he hopes to find a girl to eventually settle down with; but his reputation is at stake for now so he keeps on going with his playful actions.
As a side note, his grades aren't incredibly horrible. He has a C average with all his classes, since he floats through classes without really caring. he's a smart kid; he just doesn't like to show that he could pull off an A if he actually tried.
Where I Began
Mother: Karrie Dawkins
Father: Jack Dawkins, Sr
Siblings: none ("adopted" bros from the teams"
Other Relatives: none
Pets: none
Friends: Oliver, Rita, etc (will be renamed once adopted)
History: Dodge is an only child, and originally named for his father. But seeing that his son possessed an air about him that reminded him of his favorite story, Oliver Twist, Jack Sr nicknamed his son the "Artful Dodger", shortening it eventually to Dodge. The young boy took pride in the nickname, and continues to go by it rather than his given name Jack.
Dodge originally lived in New York, but moved when he was ten to New Hampshire. It was here that his parents enrolled him in Yen Sid Academy, sure that the more upscale environment would require him to focus on his schooling rather than the sports that had so ruled his life. Instead, Dodge has become sort of the "star of the school", keeping up a bad boy routine with the girls and loving every minute of it.
Extracurricular Activities
Clubs:-journalism
Sports:fall~Lacrosse- captain
winter~Wrestling
year-round~Swim Team- assistant coach
A Little Bit About Me
Alias: Tennie
Age: 20
Contacts either through messenger (on profile) or email
Birthday 3/19
How did you find us? Advert on Great Expectations
Time Zone Arizona-- I don't change, you do!!
Writing Sample:
She moved from cave to cave, her pace somewhat impatient as she moved. This couldn’t be happening. Not now, after her daughter was nearly grown and her mate was gone forever. It just… it couldn’t be happening. Turning on her heels, she spun from the corner she had reached and continued on the rocky floor to another, continuing in her dance. And so soon after her lover’s death, was she to go through another burden such as this?
Taamu stopped in her movements, feeling her legs grow weak beneath her. Suddenly she felt sick, her stomach gnawing at her throat, climbing its way into her mouth. She sunk to the ground and felt the cool rock slide against her belly, sending a chill rippling through her fur. The feeling of being sick had faded, leaving behind a sour taste in her mouth and a slight burning in her throat. But the burning soon became a lump, causing Taamu to choke back a sob; tears began to run down from her bloodshot eyes. The older lioness turned her head away, towards her inflamed stomach, the tears burning as they fell. She knew that this pregnancy would be a blessing in disguise—she would be able to raise this cub without the influence of Scar, and tell the youngster about their real father, Taka… More tears flowed now, memories of her mate tugging at her heartstrings.
But how could she raise a cub now, with Simba in a place of power? Would he shun the child of his enemy, and force Taamu and the unborn cub from the Pridelands? Taamu’s heart skipped a beat; she couldn’t go on her own and support a child. While she was still nimble and strong, she would not have the strength to go through birth alone, not when she needed to hunt for herself and the unborn babe. Doubt began to circle in her mind as the tears dried upon her fur, and Taamu thought of how she would reveal this news. Should she keep it a secret, revealing it only to a few close females so that she may survive? Or would she have to announce the information, risking both her life and the life of the child, all because of the actions of her mate?
A noise interrupted Taamu’s inner conflict, causing her to whip her head towards the intruder. “Who’s there?” She asked, steeling her voice as best as she could. No one could catch her this vulnerable, not now.
Taamu stopped in her movements, feeling her legs grow weak beneath her. Suddenly she felt sick, her stomach gnawing at her throat, climbing its way into her mouth. She sunk to the ground and felt the cool rock slide against her belly, sending a chill rippling through her fur. The feeling of being sick had faded, leaving behind a sour taste in her mouth and a slight burning in her throat. But the burning soon became a lump, causing Taamu to choke back a sob; tears began to run down from her bloodshot eyes. The older lioness turned her head away, towards her inflamed stomach, the tears burning as they fell. She knew that this pregnancy would be a blessing in disguise—she would be able to raise this cub without the influence of Scar, and tell the youngster about their real father, Taka… More tears flowed now, memories of her mate tugging at her heartstrings.
But how could she raise a cub now, with Simba in a place of power? Would he shun the child of his enemy, and force Taamu and the unborn cub from the Pridelands? Taamu’s heart skipped a beat; she couldn’t go on her own and support a child. While she was still nimble and strong, she would not have the strength to go through birth alone, not when she needed to hunt for herself and the unborn babe. Doubt began to circle in her mind as the tears dried upon her fur, and Taamu thought of how she would reveal this news. Should she keep it a secret, revealing it only to a few close females so that she may survive? Or would she have to announce the information, risking both her life and the life of the child, all because of the actions of her mate?
A noise interrupted Taamu’s inner conflict, causing her to whip her head towards the intruder. “Who’s there?” She asked, steeling her voice as best as she could. No one could catch her this vulnerable, not now.
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