Post by Dalton Parker St. James on Apr 4, 2010 21:06:04 GMT -8
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[/center][/size]DALTON PARKER ST. JAMES
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FULL NAME: Dalton Parker St. James[/size][/blockquote]
NICK NAME: Dalt, Dee
GENDER: male
AGE: twenty-two
BIRTHDATE: august 30th
SEXUALITY: not picky
OCCUPATION: artist/musician
HIGH SCHOOL: graduated 2006
COLLEGE: never attended
WEALTH: wealthy
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[/size]- - - APPEARANCE
PLAY BY: kevin zegers[/size][/blockquote]
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
EYE COLOR: varies between green and blue
HAIR COLOR: brunette
DETAILED APPEARANCE: Dalton has short, sometimes shaggy, hair. It’s dark brown and usually gelled up. When not gelled his hair is very soft and straight but it gets a bit of a wave it when it’s humid out. He’s got beautiful blue-green eyes that just pull you into his gaze. His eyes can be very cold looking some times but they usually go alone with his playful, careless attitude. He’s hardly ever seen without a pleased look on his face. He’s usually rather happy looking and it’s a rare occasional to see him frown and mean it.
He’s got a lanky muscular build with a six pack and strong shoulders. Soft white skin is stretched tight across the nice muscles and although he’s not a body builder type he looks like he can hold his own in a fight. He’s got plenty of small scars covering his body but he has yet to get a tattoo. He is rather attractive if he does say so himself.
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[/size]- - - PERSONALITY
Dalton is the bad boy type. He’s very sociable, has more tricks up his sleeve than Houdini. He is talkative with a lot of stories to tell. He can be very entertaining but there is a point at which he gets tired of being the center of attention. He likes to be wanted but hates to be needed. He hates getting close to people but loves casual friends. He usually knows everyone but never has anyone get too close to him. He has ‘usual’ friend but they’re usually the ones he does drugs with. He doesn’t open up.
Often times Dalton comes off superficial, and he can be, but he doesn’t choose his friends by their looks, just his ‘lovers’. Dalton is a lot deeper than people believe. They all just think he is the kind of kid that goofs off all the time and doesn’t take anything seriously. But really he is much more. He’s just all locked up behind this wall. His hardened exterior he created at a young age to deal with growing up on the streets. It was a get tough or die situation and Dalton wasn’t about to lose. So any part of Dalton that could be considered deep and meaningful was hidden well beyond reach. He can be sensitive and caring, he just can’t open up. He’d rather be strong and reckless with a rock star attitude.
He’s got an addictive personality, if he likes it, he’s addicted. He’s a pretty solid drug addict with a nicotine habit and an alcohol problem. He considers himself of a healthy sexual appetite, and in truth he’s not a sex addict, but he rarely turns down an offer. He’s done most drugs, from Acid to Xanax. He’s mostly a fan of Adderall and prescription drugs but he’ll do Pot or Shrooms if given the opportunity. He used to be a cocaine addict but his aunt found out and she forced him to stop. He’s stayed away from acid after one of his druggie friends took too many hits and now believes he is a glass of orange juice. So he sticks mostly to the prescriptions now and anything that grows from the ground.
Being famous is a bit of an adjustment for him, it’s awkward, in many ways. Having so many girls want to get into his pants it almost makes him feel like he’s taking advantage of them. It’s a rough feeling. He loves the attention, the beautiful women, and the adoration but it all gets to be exhausting especially when he wants to enjoy a nice nap on the beach or a day out with friends. He now winds up having no personal life with bothers him some days and he has been known to occasionally lose his temper (which only seems to help his bad boy reputation).
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[/size]- - - HISTORY AND BACKGROUND INFORMATION
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BIRTHPLACE: London, England
MOTHER: Prudence O'Kelley St. James - deceased - writer
FATHER: Jackson Charles St. James - deceased - musician
SPOUSE: none
SIBLINGS: none
CHILDREN: none
EXTENDED FAMILY: Jacob Malcom St. James - deceased - entrepreneur
Lydia Vanderbilt St. James - 59 - independently wealthy
Geoffrey Charles St. James - deceased - military
Godefroy Malcom St. James - 31 - owner of Pandemic Records
Madaline Valentine St. James - 30 - retired supermodel
Tabitha Christina St. James - 14 - student
Pillian Kayla St. James - 13 - student
Brighton Dorian St. James - 11 - student
Lillian Marie St. James - 8 - student
Layla Anne St. James - 8 - student
HISTORY: Dalton never really had a home. He was orphaned at a young age, his parents having died in a horrible car accident that killed 13 people, and was sent to live with his aunt Lydia in Northern England. He grew up a very sheltered child, spending most of his days sitting upright in front of a piano playing the black and white keys with his aunt standing over him the entire time with a scowl on her face and a ruler in hand. Needless to say he eventually acted out.
His cousin Godefroy was his only salvation while he lived with his aunt. He’d take little Dalton out of the house and walk him down and they’d get ice cream or play in the park together. Dalton was nine years younger than Godefroy but they were like best friends, so when Godefroy ran away from home at 15 with his pregnant girlfriend Madaline Dalton was crushed. He felt as if Godefroy had abandoned him. It didn’t help that once Godefroy was gone Lydia had no one to torture but Dalton. It made life rough for Dalton and he soon had same idea that Godefroy stuck in his head. He needed to get out of that place.
At the age of seven Dalton ran away from his aunt’s house. Have you ever seen a boy wandering around the streets of London? That was Dalton. He was the skinny boy with dirt on his face and frumpy hair tucked under an old newsboy cap with the fingerless gloves that probably pick pocketed you on more than one occasion. This was just the start of his troublemaking career. By the age of nine he had already started his own little successful business. Down on one of the dark side alleys he had his own little ‘shop’ of sorts. He’d pickpocket people and then sell their precious items at “Handy Dandy Dalton’s Soap Box Shop”. Unfortunately the box he kept all the precious items under was really just an old crate for books and his precious items were often times old wallets and pocket watches. Most often, though, people paid Dalton for his insight. He’d hear people talk, and he’d tell people what he heard. He was a little gossiping chatterbox. Not only that, but he sang as well, he’d sing songs for people like a performing animal and they’d pay him about the same. Of course this all was soon to change.
He was in the middle of pick pocketing a young woman when a rather stern looking man grabbed him by his other hand. He jumped and yelped, the woman became startled and flailed, poor Dalton not only got caught but also got a face full of fist and landed on his back on the ground with the large man staring down at him. The man had that all knowing look on his face, he was the type of man that could stare right through you. He offered Dalton a hand and picked him back up and told him to come along. The man had a notably American accent and the type of tone that made you feel the urge to listen without questioning. Having nothing better to do Dalton followed.
It turned out that them man was an American business man from California and was interested in helping Dalton because Dalton reminded him so much of himself at that age. The man explained this over a rather nice meal that Dalton wolfed down as fast as possible. He said that he’d like to help Dalton if he was interested. Dalton was confused. He didn’t understand how the man could take such a shining to him that he’d offer him a home and regular meals. Then there was the catch; Dalton would have to go to school and be educated, as Maxwell Remington did not desire uneducated acquaintances. Dalton was a little wary at first wondering what the man could want with a young boy such as himself. So he, most blatantly, asked why the man would be so kind. The man explained that he had always been a family man, having 4 children of his own but they were all in California and were unable to move to England with him, as he had come for his job, and he couldn’t standing having a house to himself. And he had quite taken a shining to the lad at his rather smooth pick pocketing skills (noting that if he hadn’t once been just as talented he would have never realized what Dalton was doing). Although still wary, the 13-year-old Dalton had no place else to go and the man looked rather genuine. Of course most people, at this point in time, would be flailing their hands shouting “no you idiot, NEVER talk to strangers” but Dalton must have missed that lesson, and all of the subsequent ones that covered the whole “never go home with a stranger”, “never live with a stranger”, and so on. But fortunately it worked out for Dalton.
As Dalton got to know Max, he learned that Max actually worked for an up-and-coming recording company called Pandemic Records, which was owned by an illusive young Englishman only known by the name “G”. He was apparently a very talented musician who got in with the right people and made it big very quickly. Even Max didn’t know G had done it, that was the big secret, but by the way he spoke of him, he obviously respected G immensely. Max would jabber on about how G was interested in going international and signing bands in other countries to bring the country global. Max was in England to scout possibilities and to run the England-based company until G found a suitable replacement so that Max could come back home (Max had been G’s right hand man for the past year). Dalton loved to listen to Max’s stories and Max loved to tell them so they got along great.
It wasn’t long before Dalton was back into music. Max had an assortment of instruments around his home that Dalton enjoyed getting into. Max really encouraged him to continue playing music and never scolded him for mistakes the way his aunt did making him feel quite comfortable trying new things without fear of messing up. Dalton also got to go with Max when he went to meet with prospective bands and demo recordings (except, of course, when they were during school hours). This got Dalton quite accustom to the inner workings of a record company.
It wasn’t long before Max took notice of Dalton’s growing talent for music and even as a 15 year old he seed to have a strong voice and pleasant tone, the type of talent that spelt MONEY in big letters. Max was actually quite torn about communicating this to Dalton. Max had seen plenty of musicians flop and he didn’t want that for Dalton. Dalton had become a son to him and no one wanted to see their son fail. But Dalton was quite taken with the musician lifestyle and when Max finally decided to propose the idea to Dalton he jumped at the opportunity. Having become quite talented with an assortment of instruments Dalton could hold his own, without an accompanying band (for the time being at least). So he spent some time working with a few songs and coming up with something he felt most comfortable to sing that he thought people would like. Then he and Max went into the recording studio. Soon after a demo CD was sent back to G in California.
For a while they heard nothing back from G, and Max was concerned. So he asked G what he thought, saying that it would be better to crush the boy’s dreams quickly instead of killing him with anticipation first, but G wouldn’t say either way. So both Max and Dalton waited in anticipation for almost two months. Finally G called Max and stated that he liked the boy’s sound but he wanted them to build a band out of him.
It took the better part of a year to get a band together (between school and homework Dalton didn’t have as much time as he would have liked and it was hard to find talent that he could get along with that he felt was competent enough to play the music he heard in his head). Usually bands form among friends in these years but Dalton hadn’t made very musically inclined friends. His best friend was about the only person he knew that was musically inclined, but it had taken a little while for him to feel confident to present him to Max. But Max loved him, so soon it was Dalton and Zach, Dalton being the lead singer and Zach being the bassist. Soon after, they found Oliver the guitarist and Brody the drummer.
The band, now called Missionary, sort of sprung out of nowhere with their first alum “And Life Stands Explained”. Although a bit juvenile it appealed to the younger crowed which was a good start. As the band aged and developed so did their music, taking their changes in stride and always working with what they had. By the time they were 19 they had taken England by storm and wanted to try their luck in the USA. So, making the hard decision (at least for the other three members) Missionary moved stateside and based themselves in Sothern California (where Max moved back to only a year prior). And ever since Missionary has been working towards getting themselves known in the US.
Lately the band has gotten quite a bit of attention and the rising stars are well on their way to a global appeal. Dalton has definitely been loving the limelight being portrayed as England’s bad boy of rock. His rather wild behavior has been the center of much of he talk and brought of questions of if he can really hold it together. Dalton, though, never seems to be totally out of control. Between all of his little habits he STILL managed to make enough time for his band and writing music and playing concerts. Max hopes that he’ll grow out of it.
Most recently Dalton finally managed to meet G just to find out it was his cousin Godefroy who had run away from his aunt’s a long time ago. Dalton was very surprised and a bit angry (which was probably most noted by the bloody nose he gave Godefroy). Dalton felt rather betrayed by Godefroy for leaving him and then for not coming to see him earlier, although Godefroy explained that he didn’t want to make it seem like he signed the band simply because Dalton was is cousin. It was twisted logic, with a lot of parts left out but Dalton understood (in some weird way). So now the two get along again, even if Godefroy does not condone any of Dalton’s habits.
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[/size]- - - OUT OF CHARACTER
ALIAS: poppet or kris-kris
EXPERIENCE: feels like forever >.> (the better side of 9 years)
OTHER CHARACTERS ON AWA: none yet
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: i hope you don't mind it's from a harry potter site where i originally had Dalt (who had just become a vampire).Dalton hadn’t been showing up for classes, although this didn’t particularly bother him it would be a terrible shame to flunk out his last year at Hogwarts because he was turned into a vampire and couldn’t attend class. So he thought it would be best to go straight to the headmistress, maybe she would know what to do. It was the sort of thing that put chills down his spine, talking to the headmistress about something so personal. He didn’t like it but he had already spent a few nights in the library looking for books to help him and the only books left were in the forbidden section. Screaming books just weren’t pleasant to read. So finally he has given in and decided to confront the headmistress. The woman who had made his life difficult from afar, sitting behind her giant desk in an office he had only seen maybe once or twice his entire time at Hogwarts. He was a trouble maker, sure, but he hardly ever did anything so terrible it required a scolding from the headmistress herself.
Dressed in his usual slightly baggy jeans and band t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt underneath he sat on the couch in the common room debating what his next step was. His socked feet were kicked up on the table and he was slouched pretty deeply with his arms crossed over his chest. His old black steel towed boots were on the floor having been kicked off a while ago as a way of stalling his eventual inevitable decision. He raised his arms up taking in a deep breath and placed his hands on top of his head and exhaled. He was fighting this decision with all his will but he knew it was the right one. Finally, once he could manage to fit his pride down his throat, he sat up and slipped on his boots. He clunked down the halls for the headmistress’s office slowly, as if every step was a challenge for him.
So there he was standing in front of the hidden staircase, hoping the password he had overheard the other night was still the same. He took a deep breath, mumbled the password and watched as the statue jumped out of the way and the staircase was revealed. He climbed. Every step felt to be against his will. He didn’t want to concede, and to him that’s what this was. He was giving up on dealing with something himself and turning for help. This was a first in his life. He never needed help from anyone, he usually just allowed people to help him when they offered because it made them feel better about themselves, and Dalton didn’t mind it when someone else did work for him. But that was beside the point, Dalton was now asking for help and it gave him this uncomfortable disgusted feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The climb to the top of the stairs was possibly the longest most grueling task he had ever partook of, and he had managed to pass all of his OWLs. When he got to the top he took a deep breath and exhaled in a defeated sigh. He stared at the door. It was probably a good few minutes before he got up the nerve to knock. He hesitated for a few moments with his hand up in the air about to knock. Finally, after some last minute debating he knocked on the door softly. He swallowed hard and then knocked a little louder just to make sure she heard. It was obvious that this particular situation made him uncomfortable and he was even trying to cover it up.
This was a serious first on many accounts. The first time he asked for help. The first time he was nervous about something. And the first time he had ever really swallowed his pride to do something. This was a big day for Dalton, too bad no one was there to hold his and tell him it wouldn’t be that bad. He was worried his giant ego wouldn’t recover. This was becoming a seriously traumatic event for him. He might need therapy after this! Who knows, this particular conversation could change his entire outlook on life! Or maybe he was just overreacting like he often did. Dalton was talented at making mountains out of mole hills when the situation called for it. But really, he’d rather be anywhere but in front of that door right then. He’d even settle for battling a dragon or drinking unmarked potions out of storage closet.
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