Post by brycedawson on Jun 19, 2012 23:53:21 GMT -5
BRYCE LOGAN DAWSON
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Play by: Connor Jessup
Race/Species: Therianthrope
Species Info: He doesn't give a shit that he's a Honey Badger
D.O.B.: October 20th, 1993
Age they appear: 20
Actual age: 18
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Features: Bryce is basically a smaller version of his brother. Strong and very well built, he has the same work out routine as his older brother. He keeps himself in top physical shape. His face is rounder though, mostly from not fulling maturing yet. His light blue eyes reflect a perfect image of the sky. He holds himself a steady 5'11" and counting. Due to his hair always growing, his hair styles vary. Sometimes long, almost to his eyes, other times short and buzzed. He prefers to style it up or back when it's in between those two lengths.
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Heterosexual
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: None
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Flaws/Weaknesses: He is more cocky than his brother, and it gets him in trouble. He doesn't give a shit though, something he obtained from his spirit animal. He doesn't care, period. He only looks out for himself and his future. One definite flaw is his need to be just like his brother. He is a role model for Bryce, whether good or bad, Bryce doesn't care. His temper flares up when the full moon inches closer. He has glasses, though always wears contacts, his bad eyesight comes from his spirit animal.
Skills/Strengths: Clearly his strength is his strength. He is not quite to his brother's level but it working to get there. Although uncaring and completely self-abosorbed, he is able to focus on a task and get it finished no matter how long it takes. If you somehow befriend this spit-fire he will be willing to do a few favors for you. But very few. If you challenge him in anything, he will not back down. No matter the odds or the difficulty.
Likes: Please list at least five things your character likes. You can add more if you like.
- Girls
- Boxing
- Fighting
- YOLO
- His brother
- Not giving a shit
- Mocking people
Dislikes: Again, list at least five things your character dislikes. You can add more if you like.
- When his brother yells at him
- Fire
- His relatives
- Country music
- Gays
- Drugs
Other Information: He's that annoying little teenager that everybody blames and hates.
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History: Bryce's history was very similar to Brett's. Although born into a well-known Therian family, Bryce was not well-known. After Brett's birth, nobody cared about the second Dawson. It wasn't as much of a marvel as the first one, so Bryce lived in the shadow of his brother. As a toddler he was constantly looking for attention. He craved it! As all toddlers do. Though Bryce's need was more than just instinctual, he knew he was being undermined by his brother even at that age. He would hear, "Oh, great job Brett!" or "Wow, we're so proud of you, Brett." and other little sayings around the house constantly. Little Bryce had only received a mere, "Nice job, Bryce, now go on and play." He was always being whisked off to play. It didn't bother him, in fact, he didn't care. He would shrug and go reek havoc in some other area of the house. As he grew, being around the constant praise of his brother made him think of his brother as somewhat of a god. He wanted that praise, those congratulations. Bryce wanted to be just like Brett. It was the only thing he cared about growing up.
As he reached mutare he was begging his mind to be turned into something amazing like Brett, maybe a dog as well. He wasn't turned into a canine, but a Honey Badger. Everyone agreed that was the perfect choice for Bryce. He, once again, shrugged and didn't care. In fact, he went through all his schooling simply not caring. He did his work, and he was average in smarts. If he had applied himself he would have gone on to do bigger and better things. Being homeschooled he had, in fact "graduated" early. Though not as early as his brother. Bryce had managed to finish his schooling at age 16, seeming to pass all of his classes. He didn't get a head start on college, like his brother, but hung around the house. He didn't care about moving on with his knowledge.
The only thing Bryce did from ages 16-18 was attempt to transform into Brett Dawson. He wanted to gain as much muscle as possible so he could look like his brother. Him, and his "friends" occasionally played a few pick up games of basketball or baseball. Those two years were a physical struggle for Bryce, and he loved it. Although his friends only used him for his parent's money and, obviously, his good looks, Bryce didn't care. Most of them were good company and they brought girls from the school for him to try out. He knew of his brother's feats and thought experience was the only way to get the bravado of Brett. So he used girls, broke their hearts, anything to test his skill. His parents were actually getting sick of Bryce's actions and had to cut him a deal. Go to college and live in the dorm, or he'd be out on the street looking for some chump job.
Obviously Bryce took the first option and now he is stationed in Greenwolfe U, studying for a bachelor's degree in exercise science to maybe become a physical trainer.
RP Sample: His shoes hit the rubbery red ground at a quick pace. His breathing was harsh, hard, and rugged. Sweat beaded at his forehead and chest, along with the rest of his body, as he sprinted around the University's track. His torso was bare and he was wearing athletic soccer shorts with running shoes. It was night time, the perfect time for a jog. The lights on the field were out, leaving him in almost complete darkness. If it wasn't for the surrounding citiy's lights, he would be lost on the pitch black field. He had some terrible eyesight, thanks to his Honey Badger spirit, but he was wearing contacts at least. He was pushing himself to his limits, running as fast as his legs could carry him. His muscles screamed at him to stop, but he didn't hear them. His throat was dry from the heavy breathing, but he didn't care. He just kept running. Bryce knew this was the only way to become like his brother.
As he rounded the track for the umpteenth time, he saw a group of people walk out onto the stands. He glanced curiously up at them, his snide expression covered by the darkened place. They were clearly stoners from the school, taking refuge from the prying eyes of security and police by hiding out by the stands and the field. He cursed under his breath, something like, "Fucking ashtrays," pushed himself towards the entrance to the field. He gathered his things, actually pausing his ipod that he'd be listening to, and started to walk up the stairs. In his hands he held his keys on his lanyard and his cut off shirt. He didn't bother putting it on, just dabbed at the sweat on his face and neck with it before slinging it over his shoulder. When he neared the Ashtrays he sneered obviously. His remark as he passed them was, "Don't litter, save the earth if you're intent on killing your lungs." Not that he really cared about the current state of the earth OR their lungs, he just loved mocking people. Bryce liked to see how far he could push them before they snapped.
For one of these stoners, their breaking line was sooner than Bryce imagined. The Ashtray hooked a foot around Bryce's, sending him hobbling into a trash can to steady himself. He would have ate shit if that wasn't there to hold him up. He turned, absolutely furious, and glared at the little turd. In two steps Bryce's fist made contact with the guys' nose, watching in satisfaction as blood squirted out almost immediately after. The Ashtray cried in pain, hunched over on the cement, his little friends hovering over him, as Bryce walked smoothly away. He was confident that none of them would dare approach him.
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ABOUT YOU:
Name you go by: Nessa
Other Characters you play: Nicole, Brett, Harley, Noah
How long have you been RPing: long time
How did you find us? RPG-D
