Post by DALLAS CULLEN on Jul 9, 2010 0:16:51 GMT -5
The Moon Is Always Full For Us
The Road Is Always Clear
That's Not What You Want To Hear
DALLAS JAMES
FULL NAME: DALLAS JAMES CULLEN
NICKNAME(S): D
DATE OF BIRTH: OCTOBER 29 2012
AGE: PSYCHICALLY 19, ACTUALLY 21
SPECIES: VEGETARIAN VAMPIRE
GENDER: MALE
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: STRAIGHT
OCCUPATION: NONE
One Is Born, So One Can Die
You Must Wait A Real Long Time
That's More Than You Can Bare
HAIR COLOR: MEDIUM BROWN
HUMAN EYE COLOR: BLUE
VAMPIRIC EYE COLOR: TOPAZ TO BLACK
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 170
TATTOO(S): ANGEL WINGS ON HIS UPPER BACK
PIERCING(S): NONE
SCAR(S): VAMPIRE BITES ON HIS LEFT SIDE
BIRTHMARK(s): NONE
Rolling In On A Burning Tire
Your Gonna Set My House On Fire
Just To Show Me You Were There
LIKES: HIS NEW FAMILY, HUNTING, MAKING PEOPLE LAUGH, HIS EYES CHANGING, GOING TO SCHOOL, LISTENING TO MUSIC.
DISLIKES: THAT HE WILL LIVE FOREVER, BEING ALONE, FIGHTING, SPARKLING, HIS THIRST, HIS TROUBLES WITH RESISTING HUMAN BLOOD.
HOBBIES: HUNTING, JOKING AROUND, SINGING, MAKING HUMAN GIRLS GIDDY, RACING CARS, CAMPING.
GOALS/DESIRES: FALL IN LOVE, BE AS GOOD AS CARLISLE WITH RESISTING HUMAN BLOOD, HAVE KIDS (THOUGH IT PROBABLY WONT HAPPEN).
FEARS: LOSING HIS FAMILY, HURTING SOMEONE, BEING ALONE.
GOOD PERSONALITY TRAITS: LOYAL, FRIENDLY, PERSISTENT, HONEST, OUT GOING, FUNNY.
BAD PERSONALITY TRAITS: JEALOUS, PROTECTIVE, HOT-HEADED, EASILY ANNOYED, DITSY AT TIMES.
Well I Was Raised Up Like A Snake
You Were Raised To Leave Me Bait
I'd Always, Always Take
BIRTH MOTHER: SELENA HORTON.
BIRTH FATHER: MARCUS HORTON.
BLOOD BROTHER(S): NONE.
BLOOD SISTER(S): AMANDA HORTON, DELIA HORTON.
ADOPTIVE / STEP MOTHER: ESME CULLEN
ADOPTIVE / STEP FATHER: CARLISLE CULLEN
ADOPTIVE / STEP / HALF BROTHER(S): EDWARD CULLEN, EMMETT CULLEN, JASPER HALE
ADOPTIVE / STEP / HALF SISTER(S): ROSALIE HALE, ALICE CULLEN, ISABELLA CULLEN
OTHER(S): STORMY HALE (ADOPTIVE-NIECE), **** HALE (ADOPTIVE-NIECE), ****CULLEN (ADOPTIVE-NEPHEW).
PET(S): NONE.
And The Days Will Come And Go
And The Band Will March Along
Til The Day You Cast A Shadow
That Looks Nothing Like Your Own
YOUR NAME/ALIAS: MIRIAH
YOUR AGE: EIGHTEEN
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: FIVE PLUS
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: EMMETT CULLEN ON OTHER SITES
CELEB CLAIM: MATT DALLAS
RP SAMPLE:
Dallas could hear the voices coming from downstairs, mostly Rose and Emmett and their kids. They were a happy little family together and truthfully Dallas was happy for them. Rose had told him once about how she dreamed and dreamed of children and now she finally had some to call hers. The sounds came in slightly muffled, Dallas's eyes rose from his book to the door. The thick door to his room was handy in that it would help him to tune out most of the voices and noises from the rest of the house. He enjoyed his new family but sometimes he liked to get away from them too. He was like Edward in that way, according to Carlisle Edward would sit in his room listening to music most of the day. It was also very different, being awake constantly. When he was a human sleep was a time of peace, but now no one slept. Everyone was awake all the time, and sometimes he needed his peace. Dallas sat up in his bed, placing his book on the floor next to it. He stood up from the bed, it was new and not even a squeek was in it yet. He couldn't say much for Emmett and Rosalie's bed. Poor thing.
He headed from his room down the stairs to see what all the talk was about. "Hey, " Dallas said reaching the bottom of the stairs quite quickly, with the fast pace of a vampire. He smiled at Emmett who was watching a college basketball game on the TV with his son. "Who's winning? " Dallas smiled, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting next to the two other vampires. Emmett grimaced slightly, nodding toward the screen, "Notre Dame, " he said with an irritated tone. The other vampire chuckled slightly stating as fact, "He's going to owe me fifty bucks. " Dallas let out a short laugh and continued to watch the game, the players running back and forth around the court. When he was in high school he played basketball so he got into the sport easily when watching it. A young human boy ran across the court quickly, dodging multiple members of the opposite team. "I'll bet with Emmett, they have a good team, just bad luck." The boy on the television was blocked, then unblocked. A pass to number thirty-one. HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES! Emmett and Dallas jumped up cheering and high fiving. "What now!" Emmett laughed to his son. Ah, the bonding time of Cullen boys.
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