Post by kolbyrules on Aug 1, 2010 21:22:31 GMT -5
KOLBYJAMESDANTUM !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: Kolb, KJ
age: Twenty three
gender: Male
staff position: Auto shop/Mechanics
sexuality: Heterosexual
played by: Bam Margera[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
personality: If anyone has personality it’s Kolby. Always full of life. The star of the party. Somehow when it comes to work he’s a straight up guy, joking a bit but safety is key, especially with high school students. He can come off as a hard ass at times but all in all, he’s still out to have fun. All work and no play makes KJ a very lame boy. Kolby will always work, and he will work hard, if you don’t work how could he play?
likes: Fast cars. Big trucks. Working hard. Playing hard. Woman. Being crazy. Having money. The list goes on and on, there aren’t many things this one doesn’t like.
dislikes: Snobs. Not having the right parts. Some things are better just not said. Kolby is extremely easy going and doesn’t not like many things.
strengths: Hard worker. Loves to have fun. Knows vehicles.
weaknesses: Slightly ADD at some points. Gets hurt doing crazy things.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Jacen Colter Dantum
siblings: None
significant other (s): N/A
pets: Chewy is a three year old Doberman pincher. Click <3
hometown: Calgary Alberta Canada[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: None
best way to reach you: PM
RP sample:
A tinted out white subaru impreza wrx sti pulled into the parking lot closer to the beach. The stereo rocked the car with sounds of subwoofers pounding in the trunk. The beach was hot on this day, as it was just after noon, it looked filled with people. Typical of a beach. When the loud car finally shut down the white door opened. A tattooed up twenty four year old stepped out of the car, longer dark hair and stunning blue eyes stared out at the beach.
The only clothes the twenty four year old wore was a pair of black and white DC board shorts . His tattooed skin was tanned and dark, the black ink stuck out of his skin making him almost look like he wore a shirt. Running a calloused hand through his thick dark hair his blue eyes scanned the beach once more. The boy should have brought a dog with him, or something to do. Then again he didn't know many people here yet. This had to be the place to meet them right?
Matching men's flip flops on his feet he took a couple of steps towards the beach. Maybe he would just go for a swim, or do something. There had to be someone to join playing volleyball or toss a football around with. Then again maybe he could just find some friends. It was an empty search. But then again, Kolby would talk to anyone.
Kolby James Dantum, or just KJ was one of the most bubbly people he'd ever met. Talking to almost everyone. He's been in a lot of trouble in his lifetime. OK, maybe a bit more than a little, however being the kid of a cop came in handy. KJ got into a lot of trouble, with a fast car like his, drifting around town was his favourite thing to do. Though pushing the all wheel drive car was hard on it, being a mechanic helped him save cash. He had a street bike too, but that was purely to show off.
Yeah, showing off was damn fun, everything he did was fun. Partying it up, drinking his face off and of course the stupid things he did when he was drunk. And the drugs he happened to get himself on, only when he was drunk though. It's like the old saying, I only smoke when I drink, and only drink when I smoke. However he did only do drugs when he was drunk, he smoked cigarettes all the time. Dirty habit yes, guess everyone needs something.
A couple more steps and the black flip flops touched the sweet sand. It would have been boiling on his feet without the sandals for sure. A click of a button and the car beeped once, locking. A sigh was emitted from his seemingly quite mouth. This might just be a long day as knowing just about no one made it that way. Opening the garage in town might help him out; too bad all he's done is buy the shop.
Settling down in a new place was easy for him. Friends should be easy to come by, surely he would find people who didn't like him. Surely as he moved in people already started to get an opinion. Most of the older people came to a bad opinion about the rally car, street bike owning tattooed man. A man maybe, though a boy at heart. As he walked onto the beach he heard a yell, catching a football in his hands looking for a set of hands to throw it back to.
Reflexes were a good thing when there were things being thrown around. He found someone calling for the ball and threw it easily back. Blue eyes turning back to the beach as he walked around checking everything out.
The only clothes the twenty four year old wore was a pair of black and white DC board shorts . His tattooed skin was tanned and dark, the black ink stuck out of his skin making him almost look like he wore a shirt. Running a calloused hand through his thick dark hair his blue eyes scanned the beach once more. The boy should have brought a dog with him, or something to do. Then again he didn't know many people here yet. This had to be the place to meet them right?
Matching men's flip flops on his feet he took a couple of steps towards the beach. Maybe he would just go for a swim, or do something. There had to be someone to join playing volleyball or toss a football around with. Then again maybe he could just find some friends. It was an empty search. But then again, Kolby would talk to anyone.
Kolby James Dantum, or just KJ was one of the most bubbly people he'd ever met. Talking to almost everyone. He's been in a lot of trouble in his lifetime. OK, maybe a bit more than a little, however being the kid of a cop came in handy. KJ got into a lot of trouble, with a fast car like his, drifting around town was his favourite thing to do. Though pushing the all wheel drive car was hard on it, being a mechanic helped him save cash. He had a street bike too, but that was purely to show off.
Yeah, showing off was damn fun, everything he did was fun. Partying it up, drinking his face off and of course the stupid things he did when he was drunk. And the drugs he happened to get himself on, only when he was drunk though. It's like the old saying, I only smoke when I drink, and only drink when I smoke. However he did only do drugs when he was drunk, he smoked cigarettes all the time. Dirty habit yes, guess everyone needs something.
A couple more steps and the black flip flops touched the sweet sand. It would have been boiling on his feet without the sandals for sure. A click of a button and the car beeped once, locking. A sigh was emitted from his seemingly quite mouth. This might just be a long day as knowing just about no one made it that way. Opening the garage in town might help him out; too bad all he's done is buy the shop.
Settling down in a new place was easy for him. Friends should be easy to come by, surely he would find people who didn't like him. Surely as he moved in people already started to get an opinion. Most of the older people came to a bad opinion about the rally car, street bike owning tattooed man. A man maybe, though a boy at heart. As he walked onto the beach he heard a yell, catching a football in his hands looking for a set of hands to throw it back to.
Reflexes were a good thing when there were things being thrown around. He found someone calling for the ball and threw it easily back. Blue eyes turning back to the beach as he walked around checking everything out.
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