Post by dustie on Dec 25, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5
DUSTIE BLAKE STONE
"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing you are perfect to me"
"Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing you are perfect to me"
WELL HELLO THERE! I'M GHOSTY AND I'M CURRENTLY EIGHTEEN! I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR TWO YEARS AND YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE. AS YOU CAN SEE, I'M CURRENTLY USING LIGHTS POXLEITNET AS THE FACE OF MY CHARACTER! LAST BUT NOT LEAST, MY OTHER CHARACTERS ARE COMING SOON <3!
the basics
character name : Dustie Blake Stone
nickname(s) : Dezzy
age : Eighteen
date of birth : October, twenty ninth
member group: student
sexual orientation : heterosexual
occupation : Sings/boxes
the appearance
appearance : Dustie is a tomboy, she loves the baggie shirts and hoodies to the nice shoes. She loves dressing up completely girly at times with the high heals and nails perfect to the T. Her hair is something she loves to express herself with. She likes her long hair but loves to change it up with a piece shaved or her bangs are chopped.
play by ; Lights Poxleitner
the personality
likes :
singing
guys
romance
cuddling
adorable boyfriends
older men
boxing
dislikes :
making her dad upset
people telling her she cant do something
weakness
rude people
strengths :
singing
talking to people
boxing
weaknesses :
sweetboys
family
getting nervous around people
sensitive person
personality : Dustie is really laid back, she is one of the guys and loves to hang out with the guys. She is a sweetheart, she puts her family and friends first and just loves life all around, but when the rude people come in place she has no time for them. She is very hot headed and doesn't mind putting you in place. As a boxer she likes holding grudges so she can get her boxing mode on to dominate the ring.
the family life
partner : TBA
children : TBA
mother : Nancy ____ Stone, , not employed
father : Robert ____ Stone, sixty-six, boxer
siblings : Brother (TBA), Sister (TBA)
other significant relatives :N/A
history : Dustie was born to a very young mother and father and an older brother. They didn't have much and was living in a broken down apartment that didn't even have a room for her parents to sleep in. Her parents shared a couch while she was laid to bed on sheets on the floor. As she grew up she watched her father box she wanted to be just like him.
At five years old, Dustie would sit and watch her father at the gym he worked out at. She would closely count how many times his hands made contact with the bag, she would watch how he moved his feet and how he moved the rest of his body. Every night she went home she did it out in the hallway of the apartments. That's when her dad began fighting for the big titles and started to make more money.
By the age of ten Dustie was living in a five bed room home with her Parents, brother, and baby sister. By now, they had a gym in their home. Dustie practiced on her fathers punching bags without him knowing. She would teacher her older brother things that she saw and hoped that he would approve of her dream.
Dustie, at thirteen finally told her dad that she went behind his back and boxed. She told him that she can beat him and he didn't believe her. That's when she took him in the ring and showed him what she had. She was proud of what she could do. She looked up to her brother at this time. She became really close to him and told him everything. He became her best friend.
Ash she grew up and their relationship grew, she met some of her brothers friends. She liked a couple and started to see one. That ended quickly when she had a miscarriage and knew she couldn't do that to her brother. She called off the secret relationship and lived the rest of her sixteen year old year normal.
Now at eighteen, she is a boxer and still is very close to her brother and very close to her brothers best friend who she almost had a baby with. She still likes him but doesn't think she should be with him for the sake of her brother.[/b]
the sample post
Ayden was back home. This time it was different. She wasn't there to greet him when he came back. She wasn't even at the home he bought for the both of them. He came home in his dress blues after being found. He looked all over them empty house which she left all his stuff. He touched everything as he passed by remembering everything that happened. It was silent in the home, no smell of cooking, no piano being played, she was gone. Memories faded from a year. He dropped his bag on the floor in the living room and sat on the couch.
He closed his eyes thinking about getting a little nap in before he goes and seen whats changed. He started to drift off then started to see her again, he beautiful face. Her soft kisses, her smile. That's what he remembered the most. He started to drift off even more cuddling with a pillow thinking it was her in his mind. He always hated throw pillows but when she would fix them in its right position he loved it. Rosealine he said before drifting off in a deep sleep.
Get up you dirty american he was pulled by the people who kept him captive. Ayden was thrown on the floor kicked and beaten. Every time he was kicked or punched he would think of her so the pain would go away. He remembered the last time he saw her, in a beautiful sundress watching him go off to his deployment. She gave him a picture that he slipped in his helmet and he carried it around everywhere. His mind quickly got pulled back when the captivators yelled orders to him. Ayden did his best to listen to them so he can go home to her. That's when he was kicked again this time in the face that knocked him out cold.
He woke up in cold sweat from the memories that portrayed in his dreams. He lifted himself off the couch to go walk to the park. He still has his dress blues on. He walked silently to the park with his head down not paying attention to a thing. Ayden thought it was pretty. Calm and relaxing. Ayden found a vacant bench so he sat himself on the bench looking over at the pond. It was lovely. He saw a young female on the other side of the pond. She looked like Rose he leaned forward trying to get a good look at her. He stood up and slowly walked around the pond to the girl. Her facial features became clearer. He remembered that face. It was her. Ayden was lost in words. He stood there and stared at her before clearing his throat to speak but words wouldn't come out of his frozen face.
He closed his eyes thinking about getting a little nap in before he goes and seen whats changed. He started to drift off then started to see her again, he beautiful face. Her soft kisses, her smile. That's what he remembered the most. He started to drift off even more cuddling with a pillow thinking it was her in his mind. He always hated throw pillows but when she would fix them in its right position he loved it. Rosealine he said before drifting off in a deep sleep.
Get up you dirty american he was pulled by the people who kept him captive. Ayden was thrown on the floor kicked and beaten. Every time he was kicked or punched he would think of her so the pain would go away. He remembered the last time he saw her, in a beautiful sundress watching him go off to his deployment. She gave him a picture that he slipped in his helmet and he carried it around everywhere. His mind quickly got pulled back when the captivators yelled orders to him. Ayden did his best to listen to them so he can go home to her. That's when he was kicked again this time in the face that knocked him out cold.
He woke up in cold sweat from the memories that portrayed in his dreams. He lifted himself off the couch to go walk to the park. He still has his dress blues on. He walked silently to the park with his head down not paying attention to a thing. Ayden thought it was pretty. Calm and relaxing. Ayden found a vacant bench so he sat himself on the bench looking over at the pond. It was lovely. He saw a young female on the other side of the pond. She looked like Rose he leaned forward trying to get a good look at her. He stood up and slowly walked around the pond to the girl. Her facial features became clearer. He remembered that face. It was her. Ayden was lost in words. He stood there and stared at her before clearing his throat to speak but words wouldn't come out of his frozen face.