Post by Dodger Moore on Jan 10, 2011 22:16:00 GMT -5
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[/center]Hey! I go by Nolan. I am sixteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for way, way too long and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have only one on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by messaging me here, or ask me for my AIM.
Name: Dodger Tyler Moore.
Nickname: Most people just call him Dodge. Ever since he drove his dad's old Dodge Challenger to school, people have been calling him that ever since.
Age: Eighteen years young.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Straight.
Member Group: Regular student senior.
Appearance: Dodger is your typical jeans and a t-shirt kinda guy. He keeps it simple, but knows how to dress it up if he needs to. Most of the time however, he's wearing a worn out pair of jeans and a plain shirt. Occasionally you'll see him sporting a baseball or football uniform whenever he plays.
Personality: Gentleman is a word that comes to mind when talking about Dodger. He's often very quite until he gets comfortable with you, then he's the funniest guy you'll ever meet.
Likes:
* Sports, particularly because he's always been good at them.
* Classic rock albums, there's something about Led Zeppelin that he can't get enough of.
* The beach and the ocean.
* His 1978 Dodge Challenger, his pride and joy.
* Scary movies and buttery popcorn. Odd but fantastic combination.
Dislikes:
* Anybody who thinks they are superior.
* Math, and any other class that can put him to sleep. Which is basically every class.
* People who hurt the people close to him.
* The snow.
* 3D movies.
Mother: Maria Ann Moore, passed away when Dodger was only three years old in a drunk driving accident.
Father: Christopher Lee Moore, passed away when Dodger was sixteen after suffering from a heart attack.
Siblings: He's an only child.
Pets: He has a Golden Retriever named Hank.
History: Dodger was born in Dallas, Texas where he lived with his parents in a small home that sat quaintly on two acres. They even had a horse, a small Quarter Horse that Dodger enjoyed to ride. His mother was driving to the store to pick up some ice cream for Dodger, when she was hit head on by a truck who was being driven by a man who had been drinking too much that night. She was pronounced dead on the scene. Devastated, his dad remained silent for weeks and refused to speak with anyone about it. By the time Dodger was sixteen, his dad was dead as well. Ever since then, he's been on his own.
Code Word: Nummies.
Roleplay Post
It's from a different site where my character is a shapeshifter.
Nolan didn't feel like coming to work today. From the moment she dragged herself out of bed and sucker punched her alarm clock, she knew it was going to be a crappy day. Stumbling out of bed, she slowly stumbled into her bathroom and flipped the light switch. Reaching for her hairbrush, it would take a miracle to tame her wild bedhead. It looked like she had touched an electric fence. This mess of hair would require some quality time with her flatiron. It was pretty safe to say that her morning hadn't started off so great and as the morning became the evening she was ready to pass out on the floor. In fact, she just might do that.
Instead of enjoying some peaceful sleep, she rushed over to one of the booths in the front to clean up somebody's clumsy beer spill. It wasn't too horribly bad, and only took a few seconds to clean up but her mood was being tested with each little thing these stupid idiots were making her do. Of course, they wanted some more beer. It took most her self control to not say something she just might regret later.
Luckily for her, she wasn't entirely working by herself. A few other of her newer employees had showed this morning as well. For a while, she only had herself and and a chef who wasn't much of a cook anyway.
Instead of enjoying some peaceful sleep, she rushed over to one of the booths in the front to clean up somebody's clumsy beer spill. It wasn't too horribly bad, and only took a few seconds to clean up but her mood was being tested with each little thing these stupid idiots were making her do. Of course, they wanted some more beer. It took most her self control to not say something she just might regret later.
Luckily for her, she wasn't entirely working by herself. A few other of her newer employees had showed this morning as well. For a while, she only had herself and and a chef who wasn't much of a cook anyway.
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