FOSTER, dallas alexander

[fixx]

DALLAS FOSTER

full name Dallas Alexander Foster
nicknames Dally –few people get the privilege to call him that though.-
type original/wanted ad
gender male
age eighteen
birthday march first
group strangers
clique transfer
grade senior
sexuality straight
occupation none
face claim colton haynes
alias Fixx
persona
potty mouth, jerk, clever, spoiled, shameless, defiant, substance abuser, man-whore, closed off, impulsive, protective, aggressive, cocky, athletic, rebellious, determined, hard-working, self-confident, trusting, intelligent , manipulative
life
Dallas was on the edge of something. So close he could almost touch it. He hadn’t been hiding his tracks well though. After all what other reason would his ‘parents’ have for uprooting the whole family across the country? And it wasn’t the constant drug use and drinking his brother believes it to be.
Dallas had always been the real black sheep of the family but things have only gotten worse since they arrived in this hellhole. This he will never let go, this is unforgivable, even more so then them not telling Sean and Dallas that they were adopted. Now Dallas did anything to rebel against his parents. He was willing to do ANYTHING to make them suffer. Dallas knows that they brought them here hoping he’d stop his snooping but it only made him that much more determined to get to the bottom of things.
Dallas has always been a charmer even before he started drinking and the drugs. He was always confident in a way that made people attracted to him. He also is good with words, he could talk anybody into just about anything. He’s also a big time sports kid. Football, swimming, and lacrosse is his life, outside of the drugs and all that, that is.

roleplaying sample
Dallas smiled as he opened the text back from Aly. She was coming. He knew he couldn’t face Ariana or even Jen like this. He had always been the carefree one of the group. The one they went to when they were feeling down. The protector, physically and emotionally, sometimes it was enough for just a few jokes and sometimes it was a shoulder to cry on and sometimes who ever hurt them got a bunch in the face. At least that’s what he considered his role to be, it was where he fit into the group. He didn’t come from money and he sure as hell wasn’t the intelligent one. He was the guy, the backbone.

‘well hi there sunshine!’ Aly called out from no to far from him. He lifted his head and felt a smile play across his lips and it wasn’t forced. Aly just had that affect on people. ‘wait a minute...does this mean i can't get free drinks if you're not working?’ Dallas laughed. Aly would always try and get free drinks off him and it had always amused him, especially when she was drunk. “And how many times have you gotten free drinks WHILE I was working?” He said questioningly still laughing slightly before finishing off his beer. That was already his third one of the night. “Yo Joey,” He called getting his coworkers’ attention. “Get me another one of these and get whatever my friend here anything she wants.” He said turning back to Aly. He winked. “And just add it to my tab!” Dally was feeling generous tonight, plus it was the best way to keep tabs on how much she actually had to drink.

Dallas turned on his stool so he could lean back on the bar and took a survey of the room. The place was hopping. He recalled his boss saying something about some guy renting out half the place for a party, but most of those people went home hours ago. The bar even hired a real DJ for the night instead of just using a Jukebox. Dallas wished they’d do it more often, the place seemed so alive!
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