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[size=7pt]Dashell leaned against the outside of a pub, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. Inside he could hear racuous roars, crashes, and bangs as men tussled, sang, and drank until they couldn't do much else. His father was inside; the only reason Dash was even here. Sighing, he glanced around the small town, prehaps because there was nothing better to do. Across the street were small, run-down warehouses and shops, selling things liked canned goods and jewlery. The paint was peeling on most of them and on one, Sally's Barber Shop, the wooden sign was rotten and sagging. All the windows of the shops were dirty and needed cleaning, and none of them had a sign of any kind pronouncing the business open. It was dark outside, though, the only light from the moon and street lamps, so they were probably closed anyway.

Sighing once more, Dashell tapped his foot, getting antsy. His Dad had promised they would go in a few minutes, after he'd had one last drink. But mostly likely one drink had turned into four. Givings a grunt of frustration, Dash was just about to stalk back into the pub when he saw a girl. She was walking all alone down the street, and seemed to know where she was going, though she looked wary. Deciding a lady should not be walking alone at this time of night—and espically in a town like this—he decided to accompany her. His Dad could wait. Peeling off the wall and walking over to the girl, he smiled charmingly. "Hello. Might I ask why your walking all alone?"[/size]

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Name;
Dashell Zackary Penny

Age;
16 years old

Gender;
Male

Personality;
Extreamly shy at first and not much of a talker, yet very kind and lovable, Dash is a nice boy. He has a certain naive innocence that makes him adorable, and even in the midst of tragedy is always putting others' needs in front of his. Never does he get mad—or even annoyed, really—and seems to have infinite patience. He is nothing but a kind, gentle soul, and has this steady way of being. As if he'll always be there to catch you when you fall. He is like a guardian angel, but somehow has no friends. Probably because not many teenagers have the same interests as him. He loves old, classical rock stuff and alternative music, while most kids now and days are listening to pop and rap. He loves academics, espically math, but most teens hate that, too. And he won't cuss at all. He was raised as a gentleman, and is rather stubborn when it comes to morals. He won't break his moral code for anything, and though he is generally a go-with-the-flow, peaceful person, he is surprisingly easy to anger if you push the right buttons.

Likes;
vintage stuff, art, music, literature, academics, alternative music, rock and classical rock.

Dislikes;
sports, cussing, alcohol, drugs, crowds, loud people, obnoxious people, bullies

Theme Song;
Sail -- Awolnation

Talent;
He is a musician, specifically a pianist.

Usual Outfit;
[img width=382 height=510]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tum…4drvtZQS1qi6r0to1_500.jpg[/img]

Crush;
Kalypso

Relations;
Single

History;
Dashell was raised fairly normally....at first. He had a mother and a father and an older sister, Lesa. But as time wore on, his family started to split. His father divorced his mother when he was 4 years old and Lesa was 8. Dash went with his mother and Lesa with their father.

Dorm Room and Picture;
Room 1
[img width=510 height=382]http://www.home-designing.com/…/2009/09/for-the-boys.jpg[/img]

Other;
Uh....probably Sail by Awolnation

Username;
r o y a l s

Screen Name;
r o y a l s

Roleplay Sample (three or more sentences);
"Dashell, what do you think the answer is?" Silence. Everyone in the classroom turned their heads to look at that weird kid, the one who always sat in the back of the class and never said a word. Most teachers didn't even realize the kid was there half the time; he was a shadow. Dash's eyes were wide as he stared at Ms. Zuckerburg, feeling the burning gazes of his peers on him. They wanted him to say something. They wanted him to say something now. "I...uhm...2,567." His voice was so quiet everyone had to strain to hear. Blushing, Dash lowered his gaze quickly and proceeded stare at the text book open in front of him. Then, when it had been discerned what he had said, Mrs. Zuckerburg cleared her throat. "Correct," she said, and Dashell could hear the smile on his face.

[Size=12pt]I'm making another guy![/size]

DASH

[size=7pt]Dash thought about it for a moment, then grinned. He had a mischevious spark in his eyes; the spark that made teachers suspect him for everything. "I got it. Let's do Truth or Dare. I mean, what kind of party would it be without that?" After he said that though, Dash quickly added, "And if you refuse to do the dare or tell the truth, you get a penalty. Like....shoving icecubes in your underwear or something." He looked at Aliyana, then Mason, then everyone else, hoping they'd be up for it.[/size]

ERIN

[size=7pt]As Dash mentioned Truth or Dare, Erin bit her lip. The prospect of answering questions gave her goose bumps. What would they ask? Hopefully something simple like "who's your celebrity crush?" Hopefully, nothing personal. She could definitely do a dare though. Despite her shyness and quiet demeanor, she was a brave girl. Not much scared her....except people.[/size]

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• Dashell • Penny •

Gender;;
Male

Age;;
16 years old

Hair Color;;
Dark brown

Eye color;;
Ocean blue

Tattoos;;
None

Piercings;;
None

Personality;;
Extreamly shy at first and not much of a talker, yet very kind and lovable, Dash is a nice boy. He has a certain naive innocence that makes him adorable, and even in the midst of tragedy is always putting others' needs in front of his. Never does he get mad—or even annoyed, really—and seems to have infinite patience. He is nothing but a kind, gentle soul, and has this steady way of being. As if he'll always be there to catch you when you fall. He is like a guardian angel, but somehow has no friends. Probably because not many teenagers have the same interests as him. He loves old, classical rock stuff and alternative music, while most kids now and days are listening to pop and rap. He loves academics, espically math, but most teens hate that, too. He loves books, espically old ones like Gone with the wind, and is very interested in history, as well. And he won't cuss at all. He was raised as a gentleman, and is rather stubborn when it comes to morals. He won't break his moral code for anything, and though he is generally a go-with-the-flow, peaceful person, he is surprisingly easy to anger if you push the right buttons.

Dash is a musician and a book worm. He breaths music and plays the piano, and is probably the smartest teenager you'll ever meet because all the stuff he reads. But some of his major flaws are his clumsiness, how uncoordinated he is, and lack of artistic skill. He does hate sports, truth be told, but despite his ineptness, loves art. He loves photography, though he doesn't have the talent for it, and any others form of art, espically architecture.

Job;;
Part-time job at a book store and helps out at the library.

Bad habits;;
When sitting still at least one body part has to be moving, for example a foot or a finger. Often he taps the beat of a song with his foot or fingers. Also, if he is in a conversation with more then one person but isn't exactly engaged, or if you are blabbing on and on to him about something, he tends to let his imagination run away with him and zone out.

Car;;
An old beat-up brown Ford.

Dorm Number;;
Uh....whatever you want.

Dorm Room;;
[img width=510 height=382]http://www.home-designing.com/…/2009/09/for-the-boys.jpg[/img]

Likes;;
rain, music, playing piano, books, old things, photographs, art, architecture, history, school

Dislikes;;
swimming, sports, loud people, obnoxious people, rap music, profanity, alcohol, drugs, seafood

Sexuality;;
Heterosexual [ straight ]

Crush;;
Shayna

Taken Or Single;;
Single

Type;;
Dash doesn't have a specific "type", so to speak. He just wants a girl who won't try to change him, who loves the same things he does, and has a wonderful personality.

Outfits;;

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Style;;
Dash does not have a specific style. He just shoots for nice yet casual.

Group;;
I suppose he considered a nerd or geek.

Prized possession;;
A copy of "Of Mice and Men" given to him by his Grandmother before she passed away

History;;
Dashell was raised fairly normally....at first. He had a mother and a father and an older sister, Lesa. But as time wore on, his family started to split. His father divorced his mother when he was 4 years old and Lesa was 8. Dash went with his mother and Lesa with their father.

[size=7pt]wip![/size]

[size=7pt]"Uh..you can drop me off here Mom. I'll be fine." Dashell's voice was soft as he spoke to his mother, who was holding back tears as she stopped the car in front of the school. For a moment she just sat there, clutching the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. Dash could see the tears whelling in her eyes. This was so hard for her. "Oh, my baby! What am I gonna do without you?" She smiled and turned to him, laughter causing the tears to finally fall. Most parents didn't get this emotional when they sent their kids off, but Dash could understand. He was all his Mom had. Smiling back at her, he let her wrap him in a hug and give him a kiss; it was the least he could do. "I love you, too Mom," he said. She laughed once more, a high melodic laugh, then broke their embrace, holding him by the shoulders as she gazed into his eyes. His mom had beautiful sea green eyes, while he had plain blue eyes, though she often told him they were the color of the ocean. "I am so proud of you, Dash, okay? I love you so much. I'm just so proud of you. Ohhhh, my baby boy's growing up!" More tears, more hugs. It lured a small chuckle out of Dashell, but he knew he couldn't stay any longer. He had to do this. "Mom, I know. I love you too, and I'll make you proud. But I have to go, okay?," he told her gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. His mother nodded, biting her lip, tears still sliding down her face. Nodding as well, Dash got out of the car. He had a shoulder bag slung over his shoulder and a black suitcase for luggage; not a lot. Closing the door behind him and waving one last time to his mother, he watched her pull away.

He just hoped she'd be alright without her. Giving a small sigh, he turned and headed toward the school, looking at the small slip of paper that said his dorm number. Room 5, it said. Walking towards the school, he saw a girl in front of him, stopping in front of the building before walking in. She had been talking on the phone with someone, and had a sort of accent. But it was more then that. She talked differently from most girls....seemed more...he couldn't put his finger on it. Shrugging, Dash entered the school, walking to his dorm. He was behind the girl, but didn't want to talk, so dug out his headphones and IPod. He blared the song "Foreplay" by Boston.[/size]

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Dashell || Bartholomew || Penny

Nicknames:
Everyone calls him Dash

Hero/Villain name:
Phantom

Age:
16 years old

Gender:
Male

The Real You

Personality:
Extreamly shy at first and not much of a talker, yet very kind and lovable, Dash is a nice boy. He has a certain naive innocence that makes him adorable, and even in the midst of tragedy is always putting others' needs in front of his. Never does he get mad —or even annoyed, really—and seems to have infinite patience. He is nothing but a kind, gentle soul, and has this steady way of being. As if he'll always be there to catch you when you fall. He is like a guardian angel, but somehow has no friends. Probably because not many teenagers have the same interests as him. He loves old, classical rock stuff and alternative music, while most kids now and days are listening to pop and rap. He loves academics, espically math, but most teens hate that, too. And he won't cuss at all. He was raised as a gentleman, and is rather stubborn when it comes to morals. He won't break his moral code for anything, and though he is generally a go-with-the-flow, peaceful person, he is surprisingly easy to anger if you push the right buttons.

He can sometimes get very overwhelmed though and has breakdowns if he is around to many people, due to his powers, and so usually avoids social interaction as much as possible. It's just that he can't take everyones thoughts in his head all at once, and doesn't have enough control to block out the things he doesn't want to hear yet.

History:
He was born to a normal family, but was somehow different. Even at a young age, he could hear people's thoughts as if they had spoken to him. And just by looking at someone, he could see their memories, like a movie in his head. His mom and dad found out when he was 7 years old, and knew they had to protect him. But they died when he was 11 in a car crash. So he was orphaned, put in a foster home, supposed to hide who he was. Then the X-Men found him, and took him in.

Power(s):
He is a telepath, and thus can read minds as well as examine your memories. He can also manipulate your mind and make you see things that aren't there, or make you not see things that are there, but isn't quite skilled enough to pull it off yet.

Hero/Villain parent:
None

Social Life:

Sexuality:
Heterosexual [ straight ]

Crush:
To be decided

Personal Enemies:
None yet

[size=12]The Roleplayer:[/size]

Username:
r o y a l s

What can we call you?:
jem, jemmy, royals, royal, or jess

Activeness:
8/10

Other:
c: ello

[size=7pt]wait...so would I be playing the actual celebrities or charaters that have that face claim? [/size]

DASHELL & ERIN PARKINSON

[size=7pt]"Hey Dash?" Silence. A bounce of the ball. "Yeah?" A pause. Another bounce. "I—I wanted to ask if you could take me to the music store. I mean, if it isn't a bother or—" Erin was interrupted by a grinning Dash. "You kidding, Smalles?," he said. "Of course I'll take you!." The boy discarded the basketball he had been dribbling by throwing it at the nearest bush, as if it didn't matter at all anymore, then turned to face his sister. His brown eyes were sparkling and eager, like a puppy who had just been offered a treat. Shaking her head, Erin had to smile. The two stood on the small basketball court in the Parkinson's backyard. The grey concrete under foot was smooth, newly finished, and the white court lines had been freshly painted. Erin studied the point where the grey court met lush green grass, and bit her lip, refusing to look at Dashell even though she could feel his eyes on her. God, she hated asking for favors. She hated charity and needing help, but seeing as she didn't have a car yet, and needed to go to the music store...well, there was no other way. Nodding, she turned and called over her shoulder, "Let's go then."

They piled into the car, Dash in the drivers seat of the black Honda and Erin in the passengers seat. Fastening her seatbelt, Erin took a moment to marvel, once again, at how nice the interior of the vehicle was. Plush black leather seats, a built in speaker system and radio, spotless black carpet, tinted windows; gosh, it made her wish she had a car. But seeing as she was a year younger then her brother, 15 years old to be exact, and wasn't yet old enough, she would have to wait. "To the music store! But first, how 'bout some rocking tunes, huh Smalles?." Giving a chuckle, Dash turned on the radio and blasted "Life is a Highway" by Rascal Flatts before puts his keys in the ignition. Then they were off. Erin laughed as Dash sang at the top of his lungs, his voice purposely girly and screechy. Her brother could always make her laugh—espically when she didn't want to—and was probably the goofiest person she knew. He wasn't afraid to make a fool of himself and had twice the amount of confidence she did.

When they arrived at the music store, Dashell parked the car in a parking space and then pulled the keys out of the ignition. Erin climbed out of the vehicle and closed the passenger door behind her, waiting for Dash to lock the Honda before heading into the store. She didn't like leaving her brother—both for her sake and his. He had always helped her with her issues, ever since she was 10 and the Parkinsons had adopted her. Erin had come from a bad family. Admittedly, she had been abused by both her parents before they died in a shooting, and had cousins that would tease her and beat the crap out of her as well. Because of it she had trust issues, depression, and a whole bunch of other things caused by the trauma and whatnot. But the Parkinson's had helped her overcome her past, they still were, and Dash, being the awesome step-brother he was, had welcomed her instead of shying away from her. He was probably the biggest reason she could now at least talk to people. But Dashell had his own problems. Sometimes he got carried away, or did foolish things, or didn't use his head. He was like a large, innocent, naive baby, and needed a guide hand—someone to remind him of what was the right thing to do.

Maybe it was weird that Erin wouldn't even go into the store without him, but the two were just that close, even if they had only been siblings for four years. Finally, after fumbling with the keys, Dash locked the car and walked with Erin into the store. As the entered the building, cool air conditioning washed over the two, and both sighed in relief. It was hot outside; it was summer outside. "Hey, look at this piano D—" Thwack. Erin was going to say, in her soft voice, her step-brothers name, but bumped into someone instead. She had been looking at Dashell instead of where she was going, and apparently had walked into someone admiring the piano as well. Rubbing her head where it had collided with the other person, she finally looked up at them. It was a boy. A cute boy. Her throat closed up, and for a moment all she could do was stare. Her eyes drifted to a girl who stood a little ways away, apparently leafing through CD's, and then focused her gaze once more on the boy. "I-I I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" she asked, frowning.

Then Dash and the girl started towards them. "Hey, you alright, Er?" Dash asked her, concerned. She nodded absent-mindedly, still staring at the boy. Oh god. She had to stop staring. Then the girl was there, behind the boy, and she glanced up at her. Dash did the same, and for a moment he felt weird. A strange tingling. But he shook it off.

[ sorry it's crappy, I didn't know how to start xD ][/size]