LONG, dakota tybalt

[dakota]

dakota tybalt long.
nineteen ,, toronto, canada ,, photographer for radio bye bye ,, homosexual ,, adorable
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"Basics ; ;
Dakota, or Kota, is nineteen years of age, though he appears much younger and is currently fulfilling his dreams of being a photographer for the band Radio Bye Bye.

Appearance ; ;
Kota stand at 5' 4" and takes on the appearance of a sixteen year old. He has dark brown hair that frames around his round face. He has very innocent appearing facial features and still resembles his younger self. His eyes are deep blue in color and he has thin lips. Kota has a small and toned body frame which fits his child-like and quieter personality traits.

Personality ; ;
LIKES ; ; dinosaurs, cameras/photography, matching, cute boys, doodling, music (though he can't play it), rain, neon colors, giggling, animals, vegetarianism, oceans, warmth, feelings comfortable, his close friends

DISLIKES ; ; trying to fit in, stepping out of his shell, judge-mental people, being walked over, being scared, being alone, loss, heart breaks

--Dakota has Intermittent Explosive Disorder and Sleep Terror Disorder.

Dakota is a very innocent boy. He is quiet and reserved and is scared to let others in. He doesn't speak much to new people he isn't comfortable around. His disorders cause him to try to separate himself from large groups of people and makes it hard for him to trust anyone.

Kota is very kindhearted and would do anything he could to help someone. He is loyal and caring to the ones close to him. Despite his past, he tries to pretend it never happened and refuses to tell most people about all of his experiences.

When it comes to love, he is openly homosexual. He knows what he likes and isn't scared for other people to know. He is a huge cuddler. He just loves to love people. : D He doesn't sleep around, and flirts often without even noticing. He is quite naive and believes people too easily when they say they love him. He falls quickly, and gets hurt even faster, but he tries.

Due to his Intermittent Explosive Disorder, he blows up and gets violent without reasoning. This can easily give others the wrong impression and he doesn't enjoy talking first, due to his constant fears, he appears to give everyone a cold shoulder. He can't stand up for himself and lets people walk over him. Kota will try to stand up for himself though his efforts don't account for very much.

History ; ;
Dakota was brought into the world on July 31st. His parents, or rather parent, was his single, teenage mother, Vienna. She was a very unstable person who often found her way selling herself on the street and shooting up whenever she got new money. Even as a baby, Dakota was left alone in the small and unsanitary apartment and stumbled along drugs in several occasions. He woke up in the night to odd strangers hitting him and his mother. All of this caused his brain to develop slowly and still, not completely developed.

When he started school, the teachers could easily see his insecurities and family issues. A social worker was sent to his house and he was immediately taken from his young mother at the age of five. He jumped around at foster care until he turned sixteen, when he was eventually adopted.

Unlike what the doctors believed, he never grew out of his Night Terrors or his, what the experts called, Intermittent Explosive Disorder. He continued to blow up and become violent towards others with no warning. He also continued to wake up screaming uncontrollably with fear. The two issues he was meant to grow out of, would never fade, due to his childhood.

He lived with his adoptive parents until the age of eighteen when he moved to go pursue his desired career as a band photographer. This one one job he could feel completely comfortable. He fit in with certain people he met along the way and he could easily keep his attention on his camera and the pictures that he snapped.

Kota struggles on a daily basis with Intermittent Explosive Disorder and Night Terrors but attempts to control it to the best of his ability. "





^{hey, so i'm Brandy <3. i've been roleplaying for Two years on and off now. as well as this character, i also play none so far. you can reach me by pm or msn if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by maddie/steph and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

Kyler woke up, already pleased with how the day was going. Much to his surprise, he had managed to black out the sounds of the cars driving by and sleep until noon, on that bright and loud, sunny morning. A yawn escaped from his lips, before he stretched and crawled slowly out of bed. He glanced around his room, his eyes searching along the random pairs of jeans and shirts spread out across his floor. He sighed, walking into his closet and pulling a pair of dark wash skinny jeans from the hanger. He smiled as he slipped them along with a simple plaid shirt, walking across his room to his bathroom. He pushed the buttons on his flat iron, waiting patiently on it to beep. Pleased, he began running it threw his red hair with a large smile.

He quickly grabbed his phone before skipping happily out the door. He had the perfect plan of how he would spend his day. He grinned as he sat down into his 2009, red Dodge Charger, his major benefit of being the only child. He drove as quickly as possible through eh dense traffic. A large smile was spread across his pale face as the Bronx Zoo came into view.

Kyler’s parked his car, before climbing out and starting to make his way toward the ticket booth. A small sparkle came into his eye as he saw the sign about the Snow Leopards, his favorite animal, besides mini mules of course. He bounced happily as he waited in line, buying his ticket, and walking inside the zoo. His grin remained plastered to his face as he began walking through the exhibits. First on his list of things to see was the giraffes. He walked up to the stand, buying crackers to feed them. He laid one inside the palm of his hand, and let out a small squeal when the giraffe proceeded to wrap its slimy tongue around his thin arm.

He giggled as the baby giraffe finished off the remainder on the crackers he bought. He sighed, walking to the next exhibit on the list, the tigers. He walked quickly to their cage, and tapped on the glass at the tiger leaning against it. He watched as the tiger got up and began to slowly walk away. Kyler’s lips pouted out as he made claws with his hands and started growling while following the path of the tiger along the glass window.

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