GRAHAM, dakota

[Dakota Graham]

DAKOTA M GRAHAM

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tom boyish ☆ guarded ☆ blunt ☆ cold ☆ self-loathing
And looks like Candice Swanepoel

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break[/center]

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full name; Dakota Madeline Graham
nicknames; Kota, Kota-bear, Koty
age; twenty-five
birthday; august 15th
race; caster turned vampire [rogue]
sexual orientation; bi-sexual
marital status; single

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - appearance
hair; blonde, wavy, sometimes with highlights sometimes without. Generally long.
eyes; sky blue
tattoos; n/a
piercings; n/a
clothing style; basic clothing, usually pants and a shirt of some sort.
other features; n/a
appearance in other form; n/a
general appearance;
Dakota is so used to being a tom boy she just tends to dress and act the part. She stands at a towering 5’11” (taller than women normally are) and is pretty skinny. Her face is round, and she has that blonde hair blue eyed look (however, she was born a brunette). Dakota doesn’t wear make up, her appearance tends to be very natural and clean. She’ll do anything to keep herself in tip top shape and usually watches what she eats. However, that being said, she isn’t afraid to get down and dirty, and sometimes will go out covered in grease, mud, or something like that. She wears simple clothing, and normally refuses to wear dresses (the likelihood of getting her in a dress is slim to none, however, she will, on rare occasion, wear a skirt).

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - personality
likes; american football, relaxing, animals, her old life, memories
dislikes; vampires, werewolves, dragons (all three creep her out), dresses, make up, skirts, heels, war, arguing
hobbies; currently? she has no hobbies, because all she does is sit in a corner and cry.
quirks/habits; she was a tease, and she chews her lower lip a lot
fears; she's terrified she'll be alone for the rest of her life.
goals; to simply die. (originally would've been to fall in love etc)
secrets; her darkest secret is that she isn't dead, which most of her past friends believe, but she is alive - and sadly, turned into a vampire.
overall personality;
Dakota is insecure to the max. She’s afraid no one will ever love her and she’ll be alone all her life, yet she does everything in her power to push men away because she doesn’t think she’s good enough. All in all, Dakota is scared to let anyone in. She’s a big tom boy, usually considered “one of the guys” with her male friends, and most girls frown at her. Basically, she gets along with guys more than girls. She is also militaristically trained. She doesn’t really like to think about that though. Dakota is… a giant tease. She likes to lead guys on if they do try and flirt with her then dump them to the curb (again, this has to do with her own lack of self-esteem). Koty has a soft spot for animals and children, basically if either-or are threatened, she’s likely to go full out bitch mode. Dakota…is extremely blunt. If she has something on her mind, she’ll damn well say it.

Ever since she was turned, Dakota has been about ten times colder to the world around her. Now, she’ll sit around and do nothing for days straight because she has no desire to live. She doesn’t feed on casters, or anything with a human form. She opts to feed on animals, but that even causes her pain because she used to be so carefree and had adoration for animals. She hates being a beast. Her life has been hell ever since she was turned, so unwillingly. She is purely disgusted with herself and has been trying to force herself to stay away from anything with a heart beat. Basically she’s locked herself away.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - history
mother; allure graham - deceased
father; jonathan graham – deceased
sisters; N/A
brothers; N/A
other family; N/A
overall history;
Dakota was born 15 years before the death. Meaningly, she had 15 years of “normal” life to live. The first ten years were relatively boring, but when it came to her 11th birthday, Dakota was surprised to find herself capable of doing things… above and beyond ordinary. Her parents were more than willing to teach her, as they could do the extraordinary things as well. When Dakota’s parents taught her all about casters, it was mind blowing for poor Dakota. She used to be so normal, so… perfectly normal, and then this happened and ruined it. Well, four years later she was happy to be irregular. When the nuclear war wiped out all of humanity, leaving those who were either genetically advanced or unnaturally alive to live on, Dakota and her parents moved immediately to the “capital city”. They were happy for the longest time, but a few years into living in the city, her parents started to train Dakota to be a solider or just warrior in general. They had sinking suspicions something was going on with the vampires and figured they needed to prepare their daughter best they could, so they tried their hardest to make her capable of fighting just about anything off. And really, it worked.

However, a few days into Dakota’s training, something entirely devastating happened. Her parents were killed by vampires. Out of vengeance, Dakota forced herself to train more and more, trying to build herself up and kill the monsters who took away her parents. She did the best she could to become a battle mage as war broke out, and she was a pretty damn good one too. The only thing was that… during a training mission she found the vampires who killed her parents; and they recognized her. The situation she got stuck in was pretty bad, Dakota wasn’t ready to fight vampires, and that proved to be her downfall.

Rather than kill Dakota, the two vampires decided that she needed to suffer. They drained her of blood and forced her to drink their own, then left her for death. Rather than dying, Dakota was turned into a vampire. This… was the worst thing that could ever happen in her life. She had made so many friends with the casters, she lost them all the moment the vampires had turned her. Opting not to feed, Dakota ended up locking herself away from the world, in an attempt to keep herself from hurting anyone. However, the thirst of a vampire can be too overwhelming – and she learned that the hard way. People didn’t realize someone was locked up in the building she had chose, a young boy and girl decided that they wanted to go play hide and seek in the abandoned building. When they entered, it did look really abandoned, and even as they went further in – the two were entirely clueless.

Because the beast had started to take over Dakota, she wasn’t herself. She stalked the two kids (they were pre-teens at the most) until they were in the farthest part of the building. Without warning, she lurched out of hiding and completely drained both children. When she came to, she was kneeling over two dead bodies, and their blood was covering her face and clothes. Needless to say Dakota was scarred. She returned the bodies back to the caster village then took off and went right back into hiding. In order to sustain herself, to keep the beast from killing anyone else, Dakota began to force herself to drink and drain various animals that would wander into or around the abandoned building.

And since then, that’s how Dakota has been living. She doesn’t have contact with the outside world; she’s entirely closed herself up and locked everyone out. She feels its her fault for being so stupid and reckless that she is the way she is, and feels that she needs to be killed. Basically, she’s just waiting for the right moment to find someone to kill her. It’s been rough, and she absolutely hates being the way she is, but there’s no way she can fix herself – and no one can fix her. She believes this is her punishment for being such an asinine little kid. (She really was, she was stuck up and whiney all the time until around the age of 8). Anyways, Dakota intends to find someone who would kill her, preferably a close friend she used to have, though she’s not sure it’s a good idea to open up those old scars.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - player
your name; mars >.>
age; nineteeeen
rp experience; likeeeee years
where you heard about us; uhmmmmm
muses; aidan, dem, and izzy

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<sub>Dakota had been lost in thought, staring down at her lap. For some odd reason, she started to think about her brother. She missed him, she missed her mother… and her father. She missed everyone back in the states. But she wasn’t… human anymore. This was all because of the humans though. She resented them. She resented what they did to her. If she had any way of being turned human again… she wiped a few tears from her face. She’d love to be human again. She’d love to be home once more with her family. She’d love to be normal. She’d love to go back to the life she had; be with people she loved and held dear. Not even Jayden… oddly her phone rang. Dakota reached down and opened it. A note… from Jayden… a text… I’m over you. She cringed. They hadn’t even been “a thing”. So… how could he be over her? She sighed heavily and closed it. She had no one on Casticova. She was alone. Not a single person here cared for her. It was horrible. She was alone and felt cold. No one wanted her… It was then she felt movement across from her. She didn’t look up yet though, she was trying to straighten her face up and calm herself – stop the tears.

She finally raised her eyes to look at him when he spoke. The voice, the face. memories swarmed in her head. This man was a good amount older than her, but she clearly remembered him. He had been friends with her family. “Alistair……” He wasn’t a mutant. He was definitely not a mutant. She was absolutely positive he wasn’t. He was human. She… he never showed signs of an ability. No, everyone she knew was… human from back home. She hadn’t met a mutant in her life until she came to Casticova. “You… what… here?” She put her hands into her blonde hair, trying to figure it out in her head. She closed her eyes then rubbed them and opened them again. She leaned forward to get a better look at him, accidentally dumping over her coffee onto her lap top. “Shit!” she grabbed napkins and tried to clean the liquid up fast. She tried to then turn on the laptop, but it wouldn’t. She groaned then pushed it to the side, looking right at him now. She put her hand up and pointed right at his face.

“You shouldn’t be here, YOU aren’t one of us.” Us. She really considered herself to be them? They were all natural, she was… less than natural. She was… synthetic. Fake by all means. She had been injected – the US’s monster weapon, forced to kill innocent women and children. She was neither human nor mutant; she was a beast, a creation that should’ve never been made. She was disgusting. “I mean… one of them… you’re not… a mutant… I know you aren’t…” she whispered the last part, closing her eyes tightly, trying to restrain yet another urge to tear up. Really; no one wanted her. “You’re human… you… can be saved…” the last part, it was quite obvious she resented the fact that he was human – and she was not. “You’re not stuck here… you… can leave… go home… live with your family…” she stared down at her hands, playing with the hem of her shirt. “Seriously… what are you doing… on Casticova?” she could hardly choke it out. It was so hard… seeing an old childhood friend… here… when he didn’t need to be. What was the point? She couldn’t be dreaming, or…. Couldn’t be in some sort of… mirager’s midst… could she?</sub>

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