Post by Dakota Shay on Sept 15, 2010 21:53:49 GMT -8
* DAKOTA JAMES SHAY !
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Come one, come all, and witness magic!
I introduce to you an occult sorcerer
Of the ancient craft of Necromancy
A caster of mind-bending illusions
From the nether void of the shadow walkers [/center]
full name: Dakota James Shay
nicknames: Koda, Kody, Kodabear (Only by his sister and his ex)
date of birth: 2nd March, 1986
date of change:
hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana
species: Witch
abilities: Clairvoyance: Is the ability to gain information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the known human senses.
Spellcasting: He has the ability to perform a large number of spells, including summoning spirits if need be.
Pyrokinesis: He has no power over that. It’s emotion based.
height: 6’
weight: 175
hair: dirty blond
eyes: green
play by: Jensen Ackles
likes: Women, Having a good time, Action Movies, Motorcycles, sex, M&M’s, Coffee,
Hot cars
dislikes: People who think the world owes them
People who pre-judge
Losing people
strengths: musically gifted
physically strong and agile, even as a human
Magic
Pretty damn handy with a gun
weaknesses: His family
Trusting people who don’t deserve such trust
Quick to anger
His mouth can sometimes get him in trouble
fears: Finding out that everything he's done is for nothing, dying before he can do something to really make a difference, dying alone
secrets: Likes romantic comedies. A lot
personality: Two words define Dakota Shay pretty well. 'Smart ass'. With a sense of humor like you wouldn't believe and a biting wit to match, it's safe to say Koda probably isn't happy unless he's making a sarcastic or cynical comment, or just being funny in general. He's been described by the people who know him to be a 'likable asshole', and most of the time this sums him up more or less perfectly.
There are times though, humor and wit aside, things have to get serious, and the jokes stop. Well. Not for him. Even when in serious crisis situations, he still finds time to crack a joke. It's not really a bravery thing for him, not that he's a coward or anything, he's not 'laughing in the face of danger', more trying to add some humor to an otherwise scary situation.
Despite his tendency to crack wise and joke, Koda can keep a cool head under fire. His exterior may be one of an immature and smart mouthed asshole, but he really does want to help people and do some good. He just... doesn't make a point of telling anybody about it.
mother: Brenda Shay
father: Ashton Shay
siblings: Ashley Shay
other family:
other important people:
history: Dakota was born into a middle class family. He had a darn good childhood. When he was the age of ten, his sister Ashley came into the picture. Sure, they had their ups and downs just like any other siblings, but Koda cared for her and looked out for her. They were close despite the age difference, though he still nagged at her, as brothers tend to do. When he was about fifteen, he came home one day, drunk, and just smoking a regular cigarette. His mother was fast asleep and his sister was at her friend's house. Being drunk, he went to sleep with lit cigarette in hand. Later he was woken up by his mom banging on the door and the fire alarm blasting like none other. Finally, his mom beat down the door, but there were flames keeping her from saving her son. "What have you done?!" His mom screamed at him. He didn't know what to do. He was scared for the house, for himself, and for his mom. The fire leapt onto his bed as soon as he ran for a corner. The fire was nearing him, and worse, it was pushing his mom out of his room. No matter how much he screamed for her just to leave, she wouldn't budge without him. She kept saying something, but he couldn't make out the words. Not knowing how, or what, he let out a yell and threw his hands in the air. Just like magic, the fire was somehow gone.
Not too long after the incident, his mom explained just about everything he needed to know. She explained that her mom, his grandmother, was a witch, and also that there was a pretty great chance she was now in hell. His family was overly religious. Dakota also found out that his mom was a witch, and that was the very reason why his father left. At that very moment, his mother made him promise to leave the power he now had behind, in fear that he may be damned to hell as well. To his mother’s disappointment telling him this made him even more interested.
There was a point in time when he was on top of the world. During college, he and and a couple of buddies had formed a band and were a huge hit on campus. By the time they had all graduated, they had spread onto the local scene, and were booking more gigs at clubs and parties than they could keep track of.
Money and girls were easy to come by and the after-parties had become somewhat of a local legend... everybody wanted to party with the band. While the group basqued in the glory of having the attention of multiple women, however, Dakota always had an underlying desire to meet someone special and commit.
He was sure he had found that in a girl named Tamera Andrews. A pretty, petite redhead, she had approached him after one of his shows and the two of them formed an instant connection. The first few months of dating had been complete bliss, much to the chagrin of some of the female onlookers, but after a while, Tamera's jealous nature started to show. She became envious of anyone who tried to stand too close, or looked at him too long, and even made threatening comments. At first, her jealousy seemed to only surface when it came to girls, but eventually she started trying to keep him from his bandmates as well.
Dakota had finally had enough and called it off. She threatened to expose what he was, and so he fled, taking his sister with him. He decided to put his college education to some actual use and moved to Mystic Falls. Their school was hiring so he applied for, and got, a job teaching Mythology. He has been asked several times if he would like to assist with their football team, but their team sucks so he’s less than enthusiastic about the idea.
your name: Take a wild guess...
age: 23
experience: almost 5 years
who you play: Someone
how to contact you: PM
how you found us: I made you
role play sample: Chuck was used to the chilly winters of Colorado. Living fairly close to the mountains ensured that there would always be snow for Christmas. Christmas.. That was something he hadn't celebrated in.. God, it had to have been years. Living alone wasn't exactly an ideal way to spend the holidays so he just let it fall by the wayside. Now though, with Becky in his life, he wanted to give her the best Christmas he could. Even if that meant having to face his irrational fears and climb ladders in order to hang wreaths and lights and such. Unlike other years, he hoped they wouldn't get snowed in. It was ideal for a man who craved privacy, but it was awful now as they would have to spend days shoveling to get to the road. Perhaps having an archangel tethered to you would ensure things like that wouldn't happen.
The sights and smells and even the atmosphere of the house had changed dramatically in a very short amount of time. It was a change for the better. Becky's enthusiasm, although sometimes verging on frightening, always brought some kind of cheer to the otherwise dreary place. When he saw how fuzzy her hair went from wearing the hat, he laughed quietly to himself. It wasn't making fun of her, he thought she looked cute that way. She was usually so well put together. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, wow, she was just perfect.
"Yeah Becky, we can." He smiled when he saw how excited she was from such a little thing. "I'll call Phil before we leave. He works from home so I know he's there." He was mind boggled when she started describing Christmas lights. He thought that they just came in clear or multi-colored. Oh how wrong he was. "Um.. Why don't you pick them out when we get there? That way I know it'll be something you'll like." He was passing the buck, but there was no way he'd be able to retain that much information about Christmas lights. when she started to move, he instinctively followed her.
As he listened to her continue to talk about Christmas decorations, he went somewhat nostalgic. He remembered Christmases from when he was younger and his parents had gone all out for them. Decorations and ornaments everywhere, even on the banisters. It verged on tacky but it always made Christmas seem magical. Apparently Becky had similar thoughts about the holiday season as they did. "Yeah, we can definitely get a real tree. There's lots of places around here that sell them." He wasn't exactly sure what a poinsettia was.
It looked something like a bush, but it also looked like a weird flower and the odd thing was he only saw them around Christmas time. It was a good thing he didn't own a cat as they were poisonous to them. "We can get all of those things." At the mention of mistletoe, he felt very nervous. He knew what it would be for and he loved the idea of having an excuse to kiss her every time they went past it. Still the butterflies made him feel like an inexperienced teenager, though that was far from what he was.
He sat down at the table in a seat across from her and listened as she mentioned the books. Writing them now, when he knew they were real, always made him a little jumpy. He was never sure whether or not Sam and Dean would blame him for the content that was there. He had been ordered by the angels to continue writing. He'd even once threatened to kill himself to be able to quit, but as they said, they would only bring him back so there wasn't much point. This latest chapter dealt with the return of the Trickster.
"Yeah, it's kinda weird, but I hope you like it. There's a lot of people involved in it. I would show you now, but it's a rough draft and I have to make sure I got everything right." He had no idea whether or not even altering a sentence would alter the outcome. He had to try that sometime. If it worked, he could hopefully make their lives easier and if it failed, he was likely in for a smiting of biblical proportions. That's a scary thought.
He took a bite of his toast and was surprised at the taste. In a way the charcoal flavor added to it. he stuck a fork into the home fries and was about to try them when she mentioned grocery shopping. Yeah, he was long overdue for a trip to the grocery store. "Sure, we can go. I'm sorry about that. It's been a while since I've had more than one person in here." He felt as though he was inconsiderate by not shopping immediately when she moved in there. He was a prophet, he should have known way ahead of time that he was going to need food. Apparently, his prophecies only rarely dealt with himself.
"No.. No need to order in." He finally tried the home fries. "Wow Becky, these are amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?" If Becky could make food this good, he never wanted to order out again. Yeah, they would still go to restaurants now and again whenever the mood struck them but they wouldn't have to live out of take away cartons and pizza boxes. He was getting sick of pizza anyway. It was sustenance, but after eating it for so long, they all began to taste the same. "What other kinds of stuff can you make?"
