Post by Dakota Blackwell on Sept 1, 2012 10:34:48 GMT 1
Playby: (Tim McGraw)
Name: Dakota Blackwell
Age: 180/28
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual/bi-curious
Species: Vampire
Physical Description: Dakota is strikingly handsome with strong features. His eyes were brown as a human so they are a soft, dark golden hazel now. He has a square chin and roman nose. Under his hat is thick, rich mahogany waves of silky hair. His face is adorned with a soft short goatee that feels as smooth as goose down. Long sideburns top off that old western cowboy look.
Attitude: Koty tends to keep to himself but he is friendly enough to speak kindly if held up in conversation. He tends to avoid eye contact with women and often carry's a look that just screams that if he was human he would be blushing when a pretty girl tries to get his attention. His quiet, good ol' boy attitude can turn on a dime when his family or someone he cares about is threatened. Once per year, he falls into a melancholy depression that just takes time for him to come out of.
Abilities: All basic vampire abilities.
Weaknesses: Dakota suffers from a deep depression once per year that threatens his life for about 1 week. He does not like bright lights as they remind him of a terrible day in his past, they can cause panic. He doesn't like the arousal caused by feeding so he will go days without blood.
History: Dakota was a farmer on the Kansas prairie. He married at the age of 16 and created one child after another with his beautiful wife. He soon had 5 strong sons and 3 pretty little girls. Together, as a family, they worked the farm with diligence and the strength of love. He was a good husband and father and his bride was a good wife and mother. They didn't have a lot but they had everything they needed and all the love anyone could ever need. Over time, families began selling their farms and moving on in the middle of the night. He didn't understand why neighbors who he had grown up with had just pulled up stakes and left, selling their farms to a cattle baron. He never did trust that man.
One night, in the middle of a particularly dark and stormy evening, a group of rugged lawmen stopped at his farm and asked him for feed and water for their horses. He was friendly and offered hospitality, food and a place to bunk but all they wanted was some hay, oats and water. He refused the pay they offered, later finding cash under the mat on the front stoop. There was one other thing they wanted...information. The man who seemed to be the leader asked him questions about the cattle baron. He told them everything he knew, including how his friends and neighbors seemed scared and were leaving without saying goodbye. The men seemed grateful and disappeared into the night as quickly as they had arrived.
The next day, another group of men arrived. They were not as friendly as the posse of lawmen who visited the night before. They announced their intention to 'protect' the family from Indians, none of which had been seen in that area for a long time. He had laughed and declined their offer. Then, to his surprised, they handed him a check and told him they were buying his farm. He gave it back and once again, declined their offer. The men were pushy and frightening to his family, but he and he oldest three boys stood their ground, guns in hand and asked the men, very nicely to leave. They told him he would be sorry, their boss would not be happy, and they left.
That very night, there was a thunderstorm and the barn was hit by lightening. He and his oldest three ran out to the barn and set the animals free then tried to put the fire out. That was when he heard screaming from the house. He turned to see the place was under attack by white men dressed as Indians. Did they think he was stupid? He ran back to the house to find his wife in the process of being raped and his oldest daughter laying on the floor in a pool of blood with her clothes torn off. She had been raped too. He went into a blind fury and killed the man on his wife. He was tackled and beaten then dragged from the house. As his three boys ran to his defense, they were each shot in their tracks. There was nothing he could do. The group of men dragged his boys into the house then set it on fire with his wife and children inside, 5 of his children were still alive.
He was forced to watch and listen as his world came crashing down around him then he was beaten to within and inch of his life. The check the men tried to give him earlier was tucked into his shirt, an pen put in his hand then forced to mark an X on the deed to his land, and then he was left to die. He probably would have if the posse of lawmen had not returned. He was gathered up and taken to their camp where they tried to nurse him but his injuries were too grave. He didn't have the will to live without his family anyway. That was when Hoyt Blackwell informed him of who, and what they were. He told him if he let him save his life, they would help him take revenge on those that took his family. He told him his own story and how well he understood the pain. Dakota agreed to let Hoyt change him and pledge his life to the service of the posse in return for help destroying those who had just destroyed him.
Two days later, the papers read about how 50 men on the largest ranch in the county were all savagely torn apart by wild animals and left for the vultures. No one ever said what kind of animal it was, some said it was wolves, some said it was a mountain lion. But, we all know better, don't we?
Codes: CORRECT
Rp Sample: Dakota sat at the bar, his hand wrapped around a tall glass of thick red liquid, his black hat pulled down enough to hide his eyes. The taste of whiskey in the blood of the drunken blood-slave was a warm comfort for the old cowboy. That day of the year was coming soon, two more days to go. He prayed he could beat the darkness this time. He prayed he didn't wake up chained to a wall with his aching head laid in his Pa's one of this brother's laps, wondering how he got there. The more of the alcohol laced blood he drank, the better. It helped the hurt hide deeper so he didn't have to feel it. He prayed one day he could get over it and move on with his life but he doubted that would happen since it had been 150 years. He sighed and downed his drink as he heard his brother finish his set. He always had the crowd laughing and singing along by the end of his set, this particular song, "Ticks" was a favorite in the club. Koty had no idea what he would sing today. He had nothing in his heart other than hurt. He felt a familiar vice-like grip climbing his back and reached back just in time to scratch a furry critter on the head. "Hi there." he muttered as the tiny thing that looked like a small cat with three reptilian type fingers on each paw, two going forward, one going back made it to his shoulder and sat down, wrapping its black tail around its legs.
Koty sat there with the cat looking down at him until a voice snapped him out of it. "Oh, hey Billy Ray." he reached up and took the kitzy off his shoulder and cuddled it for a moment, scratching it behind the ears, "Take Beauford, will ya? I gotta get on..." he froze as he looked up to see that Billy Ray had a woman with him. Not just any woman, she was the spitting image of his Sarah. How could that be? Who was she, where did she come from? He broke his stare as his name was announced, "...stage." he shoved the kitzy into Billy's chest, much to the animals chagrin. The kitzy mewed then hissed at Koty who ignored him. "Hey, I want you to have this." he removed his watch and put it in Billy Rays hand, "Gotta go." he hurried on stage. He waited for the clapping to die down and the music to start before beginning to sing.
He kept looking at the blonde woman who was with Billy Ray and wondering who she was. He couldn't help but think she was some kind of cruel joke by God himself. He noticed Two other brothers had joined Billy Ray and were watching him. He turned his eyes away but they kept coming back to the woman as much as he tried not to look at her. It was like seeing a ghost after all these years.
Before he knew it, his song was over and he was descending the stage stairs. As he returned to the bar, he began taking things from his pockets. "Lonnie, glad I ran into you." he said quietly with a displaced smile on his face. "I think this is yours." he placed a small pocketknife in the man's hand then moved to the next brother, "Hank, hang onto this for me." he placed a silver locket in his hand that when opened, showed a picture of him with his wife. He didn't even notice the looks that his brothers were exchanging. He moved past Billy Ray and stopped at the woman. He stared, she looked so much like Sarah, it made him ache. He suddenly plucked the gold wedding band off his finger and pressed it into her hand. "Won't be needin' this." he murmured and turned to walk away.
