Post by dusti on Apr 15, 2008 14:48:41 GMT -5
Personal Info
[/b][/center]Nickname: Dusti
Age: 20
Experience: 4
Contact Info: dustid@live.com
Other Characters or Staff Position? Nope
Basics
[/b][/center]Character Name: Desdemona Dean
Nicknames: Dusti
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birth Date: July 30th, 1992
Grade: Starts 11th in the fall
Relationship Status: Single
Appearance
[/b][/center]Looks like: Emilie de Ravin
Height: Five foot six
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Style: Right now Dusti is in transition from tomboy into young lady, so her style changes frequently.
Over All: When Dusti was little she was told by her Daddy she was a princess, and dressed like one. It was easy to do, with her big blue eyes and blonde hair. But as she matured and boys started taking more notice of her, she began to dress down, be more tomboyish. When her father died she went totally goth, even dyed her hair black. But it was a short phase.
She keeps her fingernails short, because she used to chew them horribly, and broke herself of the habit, but sometimes relapses. She goes light on the makeup, usually just some mascara and lip gloss. She hates heels, so even though short, she usually wears flats. She goth hair has grown out and she wears it loose normally, and it falls in waves, though she'll tie it back in a messy bun when working on something.
Personality
[/b][/center]Likes: A lot of music, but not metal, country or rap. Going Green, and shows like Project Runway and America's Next Top Model
Dislikes: Bullies, moving to this new town, limp wristed women, people who make a sucking noise between their sentences. Drinking/Drunks.
Strengths: Dusti is very observant and can put two and two together, even if she doesn't like the result.
Weaknesses: Dusti always feels slightly out of place, and this inner insecurity comes out as shyness at first, then anger if pressured.
Hopes and Dreams: Despite her telling her family she didn't' want to move, Dusti hopes to become a photographer and travel the world.
Fears: That her mother will die, or her stepfather, which would crush her mother, or that something will go wrong with the baby her mother is carrying.
Habits: Used to chew nails, but broke herself of it, those she relapses sometimes. Chews on the ends of her pencils, straws. Overly generous to friends. Flares of temper.
Activities: (both academic and extracurricular) Was on the tennis team at her old school, and the yearbooks staff as a photographer. In her spare time she works on her photographs, reads, and writes poems.
General Personality: Dusti could have been that popular girl if her father hadn't died in a drunk driving accident when she was 12, but that gave her personality a dark core that stays with her today. "My family died that day, including the person I would have been if I grew up being his princesses." Because of this she has moments when she can be outgoing a bubbly, as well as moments where she is broody and dark. Her mother hoped she'd outgrow it, being a part of puberty, but this duality is the center of Dusti's personality.
Background
[/b][/center]Birthplace: Seattle, WA
Financial Status: Was very low middle class, but new step father has the green.
Parents: (Names and ages) Moria Dean-Witt 36, Lee Dean (deceased), Jim Witt 32(step father)
Siblings: (Names and ages) Unborn baby brother
Other Relatives: (Names and ages) None
Pets: Tux, a black lab.
Transportation: VW bug bought by Jim as an early birthday present to help her around the new town.
History:
My mother and father were high school sweethearts, but poor. They went to Job Corps, I don't know if you heard of that but it's where lower income kids go for free school...anyway. My mom became a dental assistant and my dad a painter. When they graduated they got married. They were 20. I came on the scene right around 21. So off to a great start, but it really was great. We had the whole "Poor but happy" thing going on.
But then on his way home from a job one day this old drunk runs a red light at like 75 miles per hour and slams into my dad's truck. This was like three weeks before my 12th birthday and our world just crashed. He died at the hospital, but the doctor said his brain functions stopped right away. So he didn't feel anything. I guess that was something you say to be comforting. But my mom signed some papers and now bits of my dad are all over the place, a kidney her, a liver there, he's still helping folks. Sometimes that makes me happy, but sometimes I feel like they stole him or something.
Anyway, so about two ago my mom meets this guy at work. Just another cleaning, but he asks her out. And she says no, because he's like a total geek, but he keeps asking so they start to date. When I say this guy is a total geek I mean he works with computers, has no skin tone, skinny...But he's super sweet and loving, so he asked her to marry him and she said yes. Then we find out he's worth a couple of million. Apparently being a geek pays really well. And just like before she got preggers like right away. He says we should move some place nice to raise the kids, blah blah, and that's how we ended up here.
Miscellaneous
[/b][/center]RP Sample: Dusti sat on her bed and lovingly wrapped the figurines her father had given her every year for her birthday in newspaper. She had twelve. He'd bought the last one before he died and had it hidden in his closet. All the figurines where of princesses and this one was Japanese in a kimono, her hand hiding a painted on smile.
Moria tapped on the door. "Hi honey." she said as she entered. At six months gone she was a peaceful Madonna and spent a lot of time absently rubbing her belly.
"Hi Mom." In a few twists the newspaper the white-faced princess was hidden. "I'm almost done."
"Me too. I'm so excited." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I've got some of that popcorn stuff to pack around the edges for extra padding." She offered. Dusti shrugged. "So,how mad are you that we are moving.?"
"Pretty mad." Dusti said flatly, not meeting her mothers eyes. "But resigned. It's only going to be for two years for me, then I'm off to college anyway."
"That's one way to look at it." Moria picked at the coverlet on the bed. "Jim's made a lot of changes to the house, to make it more green, and he's trying hard to get your approval."
Dusti sighed and rolled her eyes as she jumped up off the bed. "I wish he'd stop that, it's annoying. He doesn't need my approval. It's a done deal. And it's great. Just when I'm about ready to go, he shows up. So that's all good. Just get over it."
"It's just you're so angry, and Jim..both of us..are trying to figure out what we can do to help." She began to smooth the belly again.
"I'm not broken, it's just in me, and I can't be fixed. It just is." She glanced over to her mother, the look of exasperation faded. "Is he moving?" When Moria nodded Dusti sat on the floor and put her own hands on her belly, feeling the life moving around inside. "Hey bro, guess what, I 'll be moving out before you get too annoying, but I'll only be a call away." She looked up at her mother and Moria reached out and brushed her hand over Dusti's hair.
"It's all good." Moria said back to her.
Activity Level: I usually check once a day, or barring that several times a week.
Anything else you need to say? Hiya!
Oh, finally, what is king of all that is cheese? Cheezit's of course.
