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 Brooks, Dallas, [trouble maker]
Dallas Brooks
Posted: Dec 29 2007, 09:29 AM


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Name;; Brooks, Dallas, Irving
Nickname;; Bravo
Current Age;; 18
Birhtdate;; January 15th
Grade;; Senior
Clique;; Trouble Maker

Portrayed by;;
    user posted image
Portrayed By’s Name;; Travis McCoy

Hight;; 6'0
Natural Eye Color;; Brown
Natural Hair Color;; Dark Brown/Black
Physical Description;;
Dallas is tall and lanky, yet muscular, and can more than hold his own in a fight. He’s got what most would call a baby-face, though he doesn’t look as young as he might due to his facial hair. He has deep, inviting, sleepy brown eyes and heavy brows.

He wears bright, loud clothes that match his personality with unique patterns, and baggy jeans are always a staple. He likes hats and bandannas too, and can usually be seen wearing either or both, usually only at school when he can get away with it. His nose is pierced, and he only removes the silver stud on special occasions. ‘Special’ being when his mother forces him.

Enjoys;;
.Attention
.Making people laugh
.Dancing
.Family
.Licorice
.New shoes
Despise;;
.Snitches
.Conformity
.Haters
.Being bored
.Homework
Phobia;;
.Being ignored
.Nuclear warfare
.Not living life to the fullest
Personality;; Dallas is high energy and it's almost impossible to catch him at a moment when he's not running his mouth. He loves attention, though as long as part of the spotlight is on him he doesn't mind sharing it. He doesn't put thought into things before he says them, and complete randomness is usually the result.

Dallas is very comfortable with himself and who he is, and isn't opposed with considering other people's points of view. He's friendly and will talk to anyone, whether the interaction is wanted or not. He has an immature sense of humor, and is easily amused (one of those cardboard box kids).

Mother;; Nadia Brooks
Father;; Corey Brooks
Siblings;; Leanna Brooks (sister), Mark Brooks (brother)

History;; Dallas was born the youngest child in a single-parent home. His father left before he was born, and though he never had a chance to meet the guy, his mother always insisted it was better that way. Better to not get attached to someone who never stuck around. Despite this lack of a father figure, Dallas was always happy growing up, and had a lot of friends. His mom worked two jobs so she was never around much, but they maintained a healthy relationship.

It probably would have bugged him a lot more that she wasn't around if his older brother Corey hadn't been there looking out for him since day one. From the second Dallas could walk he was following Corey around, and he tailed him like a puppy from then on. Leanna was different. Though they got along most of the time, she didn't have a lot of patience with Dallas and was easily annoyed by his antics.

Dallas never got the best grades in school, though his strengths always came up in the classes he was allowed to be free with his creativity, namely Art. Math and Science not so much. He was easily distracted and didn't apply himself as he should have. There were just too many other things going on for him to be concerned with homework.

When his siblings both graduated from high school, Dallas found even less of a reason to concentrate on school, and often spoke out just for the sake of getting noticed. He got into multiple fights during his Freshman and Sophomore years, and came dangerously close to expulsion. After the big slip-up, Dallas was able to correct himself and never crossed the line so far again if only to keep his mom from having a mental breakdown. He was relatively good his Junior year, and was even able to manage a C-average.


Name;; Evilz
Contact Information;;
    AIM:: loveisnotenuff1
    MSN:: -
    E-Mail:: msbennington1@yahoo.com
Sample Role Play Post
QUOTE
Ratta Tat Tat Ratta Tat Tat Dallas hit the pencils against the desk's edge, the rhythm following the one in his ear as he bobbed his head along. The hood of his jacket was pulled up so that the white earbuds of his iPod were out of sight, and he continued his jam session, unaware of the pairs of eyes starting to take notice of the racket he was making. Most of them were thankful for the distraction anyway since the teacher had long since gone into one of her never-ending spiels about the problem with young kids not voting these days.

Though Government never promised to be a fascinating class, Dallas couldn't believe that it was this boring when any teacher other than Ms. Pransky taught it. Ratta Tatta Tatta Rat His tempo picked up as his eyes flitted all over the classroom and its hokey patriotic decorations. His eyes narrowed in particular at the cutouts of people from all over the world, and he focused on trying to solve the mystery of why they all looked so eerily similar if they were supposed to be representing hundreds of different cultures. 'That's accurate'

A sudden shift in the learning atmosphere became apparent, and Dallas brought his eyes back to the front of the class to show some sign that he was paying attention. But Ms. Pransky was no longer at the front of the room. 'What the-?

Turning, Dallas jumped about a foot in his chair when he saw that she was standing right next to his desk. His eyes almost bugged out of their head- her face was enraged, and her mouth was moving, but Dallas' music was turned up so loud that he didn't hear one word she was saying.

"OH MY GOD," he shouted, much too loudly over his music, "YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME."
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Posted: Dec 31 2007, 08:03 AM


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