Post by luck on Feb 15, 2010 19:48:12 GMT -5
...daniel matthew morero*
*seven with one blow...*
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...basics*
name daniel matthew morero
nickname danny, dan
age seventeen
gender male
grade senor
hometown Philedalphia, Pennsylvania.
sexuality straight
reincarnate the valiant little tailor
...appearance*
hair color brown
eye color TEXT HERE
build thin, but muscley.
height 6'6''
clothing style average. jeans and t-shirts, sweats and hoodies.
distinctive traits on his right eye, the pupil goes off into a blob a bit and into his iris. it's not bad or anything, it just gets people to look in his eyes a bit more.
...personal*
personality danny is a sweetie. he'll do anything to help any one and likes to think the best of people. his motto is anything is possible as long as you try. people like danny to any extent. if you don't like nice guys, you don't like him, but if you like caring kids who are very apathetic, you'll warm right up to him.
on average, when danny does something, it comes back ten-fold. say he volunteers at an old folks home. one of those people's son might be there (which lots of cash) and offer him a job and money for helping his father. danny, of course, will only accept half the money. he thinks it's just karma.
danny does have some irks. like people who smoke or drink, do anything to their or other people's bodies. why would you destroy yourself, and take away time? also, people who think they're all that and a bag of chips. humbleness is golden. he tries to keep his anger on the down-low, but sometime soon the boy's gonna burst.
past after danny was born, his mother died. it happens, and it did. danny's father tried to chin up for his kid, but the drinking did help a bit. especially since he was a struggling accountant/artist.
while danny's father worked, danny was thrown into community service. is dad wanted him to turn out good, and the people there were nice and understood. they took care of him while his father took long hours. all the while, small danny felt guilty. he'd killed his own mother, and now he was forcing his father into a job he didn't enjoy.
danny worked for money, doing anything any where to help. he jumped into mechanics, gardening, pulling weeds and shovelling. anything to help his father. of course, danny's father was proud, and took danny's money and put it in the boy's college fund without his knowing. and some went to booze.
he went about this his whole life. danny picked up a girl's paper in the hallway, all a sudden half the girls in the school loved him. he helped an old man cross the street, suddenly all the people in the town loved danny. it just happened all his life. danny thought it was normal.
danny also picked up the habit of sewing his clothes. making them was cheaper then buying them. he could also fix rips and tears, he even made some money off of tailoring. now, danny isn't all about money, but his dad isn't a very good accountant.
present danny is working his butt of for the grade. he needs a scholarship. badly. his dad blew a good some of money out of the recently found college fund, and now danny is scrambling to get it back.
danny is still the karma king. he's in 4H, he's in kepy club, he volunteers. he must admit, being him can get busy. plus, he has to keep his sewing talent a secret. high school is a cold, hard place. and believe me, danny isn't perfect. he has peeked in the liquor cabinet a few times, been with a few girls (just not that been). nobody's perfect, no matter how hard danny might try.
likes making people smile.
helping.
the feel after you make a really good shirt or dress.
meeting someone new.
summers and falls.
dislikes talking behind people's backs.
lazy people.
rich kids.
trashing his clothes.
messing up.
when someone asks you to do someting, the indecisiveness.
other notes nothing, i think.
...literature*
book title the valiant little tailor.
backstory a tailor was preparing to eat his food. he smacked away the flies, saying "wow, seven with one blow." proud of his achievment, the tailor put it on his belt and set out into the world. he meets a giant who thinks that his belt meant seven men with one blow so he challenges him. they do a series of tasks, the tailor all the way using his mind to defeat the giant. the giant brings the tailor to his home with all the giants live and tries to kill the tailor. the tailor escapes and all the giants flee.
from there, the tailor joins the royal service. the other guards and etc are scared of him, so they complain to the king. the king is also scared of him, so he sends him on many uncompletable tasks, which the tailor all does swimmingly. he ends up winning half the kings land and the daughter's hand in marriage.
the princess realizes that he is just a tailor and tells her father, who sends men to attack him. a squire warns the tailor, who scares away the men. the king did not try again to get rid of the tailor.
...roleplayer*
name luck
age your mother
gender shemale
rp experience few years.
how you found ouac i know the creators. connections, babe.
rp sample
Danny threw the dirt over his head, using his un-dirt-filled wrist to wipe the sweat off his brow. The old lady bustled out of her house with a cup of lemonade, like her life depended on it. Danny put down the shovel and waved at her, wiping his hands on his jeans.
"Oh my!" the old woman gasped, gazing at his shirtless upper body. Danny's eyes shifted, and he moved from foot to foot.
"Uh, anything else I can help you with, Ms. Dwyer?" he said, trying to get the uncomfortableness out.
"Oh, not at all." The old woman chuckled, flicking her wrist. "I just brought you a drink." She held it out.
Danny wiped his hands off and took it, drinking the glass in one gulp then setting it down in some grass. Back to work... He commanded.
Of course, his work was interrupted again. Except this time by a peircing scream. He jumped, then ran into the house. "Ms. Dyer?" He shouted, running through like some crazed person. "Ms. Dyer?"
The fimiliar, "Oh my," was heard from by the stairs. Danny bent down near her. "Where does it hurt?" He commanded, grabbing at her ankles, arms, anywhere where she could be hurt.
The old woman laughed. "It's just a bruise, sonny."
"But..." Danny shook his head. "I'm calling the doctor."
The stout man was there in a matter of seconds, huffing like it was his last hour. He rushed to the old woman, checking all the bad areas. He let out a relieved sigh. "She's fine," he said.
Danny smiled, letting out a sigh of his own. "Told you, son." The woman said, pincing his cheek. He helped her up, grabbed his clothes, then left, making sure Mr, Dyer was home before he did.
The next day, the newspapers read Local Boy Saves Woman. Danny was awarded a scholarship, and a medal. Being a hero was getting old.
