Post by Daryl Dixon on Dec 11, 2012 21:12:26 GMT -5
DARYL DIXON
[/color][/font] " I Aint Nobody’s Bitch. "
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: 30 something. No one cares about age anymore.
GENDER: I’m Male… obviously
SEXUALITY I only get naked for women.
BIRTHDAY: I was born March 17th. St. Patty’s day. What a wonderful day.
CLASS: Class? Uh, ass kicker. that’s my class.
TITLE/RANK: Rick’s new right hand man, though I do prefer the whole lone wolf things.
OCCUPATION: Aldeon? Is that where I am? Well I guess a job would be killing walkers that would be here… so what ever has that in the job description.
ALIGNMENT: I ally myself with Rick, but when it comes down to it, I guess I will always be loyal to my brother. Maybe I’m the good guy, maybe not. So neutral?
SPECIES: Human
MAGICAL POWERS: Magical powers only exist in story books, though in the end I wouldn’t be surprised. Who knew Zombies would come true.
CANON/OC: Canon
TV SERIES: Walking Dead
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color] I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Brunette
WEIGHT: about 165 IBS
HEIGHT: about 6’1’’
PLAY-BY: Norman Reedus
GENERAL: Daryl is usually described as a tall man with a muscular body that no one would want to mess with. Daryl has almond shaped blue eyes and un-kept light brown hair. He has the appearance of a rough, tough guy who doesn’t let anyone get close to him. Daryl stands about six feet one inch and weighs about one hundred and sixty five pounds. Daryl usually keeps facial hair above his lip and on his chin. He also has freckles on his face in no particular order or pattern.
ATTIRE: Daryl Dixon usually wears a tan shirt or a white shirt that just has the appearance of being dirty. He wears blue jeans and what appears to be combat boots. He can also be seen wearing a black biker‘s vest with angel wings on the back of it. Sometimes, Daryl can also be seen wearing a necklace that he made out of Walker ears.
And for the duration of my stay in this place... I aint wearin' tights. You would have to kill me first.[/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color] I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: I really hate people who tell me what to do. Another thing? Walkers. Who doesn’t hate them? I also hate my parents, I hate people who say sh*t about me, the Governor, that guy is a piece of work, though thats an understatement.
STRENGTHS: Well I am a good fighter, and tracker. I have learned how to survive on my own eating squirrels and killing walkers. Is that a strength or no?
WEAKNESSES:
QUIRKS/HABITS: Some say that I am a bit trigger happy. I don’t necessarily agree with them. I am also told that I have a bad temper, or in other words I am angered easily, and that I know to be true.
FEARS:
GOALS Surviving. that’s the only goal here. Kill or be killed.
PERSONALITYThis is an about me eh? Fine. Whatever.
Just know that Daryl aint no superman, a knight in shining armor, or any of that crap. He is a man out there looking to survive this post apocalypse era. He tends to only give a damn about himself and his brother, which soon changed after Shane died, and Sophia became a walker. After all that, Daryl started to look out for the others in their camp, the survivors of Georgia, especially Carl, Carol and that little ass-kicker Judith, who is Rick‘s new born daughter. He is also very loyal to them and his brother Merle, even though Merle isnt with them. I guess you can also say that Daryl is protective of the group, and will pretty much do what he can to help, which has changed since he first met Rick. People depend on him for certain things and that he will never understand, since he was raised to learn to fend for himself.
Daryl likes to keep the tough guy attitude. It tells people not to mess with him. He is also told that he has a bad temper, a hot head with an attitude problem who is very trigger happy. He will use any excuse to kill a walker, and that excuse usually is because he feels like it, not that anyone needs an excuse to kill a walker. He has let his hard shell drop though. Daryl does have a caring, nice side to him, you would just have to be on his good side to witness it. Yes, he does have one of those, surprisingly. If Daryl don’t like ya, all you will see is his anger, which isnt a problem with him.
Daryl is also an excellent tracker and hunter. That was how he was able to find Sophia.[/size]
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: Had one of those too.
SIBLINGS: I have a brother named Merle.
OTHER: none that matter
FAMILIAR/PET: no pets. They are just walker food.
PLACE OF BIRTH: Mountains of North Georgia.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: I sort of live in a prison with the rest of my group.
WEAPONRY: I am very well experienced in most weapons. I usually carry around a cross bow, that is my weapon of choice. Things my baby. I also have several knives and guns.
HISTORY:
Childhood. North Georgia.
- Daryl and Merle lived in the mountains, with their neglectful parents. Their father was an alcoholic and their mother was a chain smoker. Daryl had lost his mother to a house fire that was caused by one of her cigarettes when she was asleep (or in bed drunk). Daryl was raised by his brother Merle, and was raised in his beliefs of being a tough man. Daryl was often out in the world to fend for himself, like the time he got lost in the woods for nine days, living off of wild berries and using poison oak as a substitute for tiolet paper. When he found his way home, neither his father or his brother knew he was gone. Daryl just walked in and made himself a sandwich. Daryl was often abused as a child as well.
Apocalypse.
- when the apocalypse began, Daryl and Merle headed towards Atlanta, which was a declared safe zone and they had met Shane‘s group. They found out that Atlanta had been overrun, and they set up camp near a quarry and Daryl spent a lot of time hunting animals. He owned a ford pick up truck which they used to transport corpses of fallen camp survivors to the graveyard made by Jim.
The group had left for the CDC and Daryl was driving the truck with the motorcycle on the back. When he ran out of gas, he transported his belonging and he drove Merle‘s motorcycle, leaving the truck abandoned. They reach the CDC and have a nice mean and hot showers and beds. After the doctor, Jenner, reveals the purpose of the count down clock, Daryl is locked in the room and rages at the door, trying to break it down. Rick‘s grenade explodes and breaks the window pane and the camp escapes in Dale‘s caravan, and they leave the place to burn.
Season 2.
- The group gets ambushed by a herd of walkers and Daryl saves T-Dog from one of them and covers them in corpses to fool the rest of the walkers. Carol‘s daughter goes missing in the aftermath and Rick enlists Daryl‘s expert tracking abilities to help find her. During the search, they dissect a zombie to see if it had eaten Sophia. When the trail runs cold, they are forced to return.
- Daryl starts to reassure Carol that Sophia is fine. The group then heads to the farm after Maggie comes in by horse for Lori. Daryl offers to stay one more day and set up signs to tell Sophia just in case she was still alive. After hearing Carol sobbing over Sophia, Daryl grabs his cross bow and decides to go look for the girl himself, but is joined by Andrea. In the woods, he tells Andrea about his past, and they then find a man who had hung himself but turned into a walker as well. They later return with out Sophia.
- Daryl takes a horse and heads to search alone for Sophia. He finds Sophia‘s doll near a creek. He shortly falls off a cliff side into a river when his horse is spooked by a snake. On the way down, Daryl hits his head and impales himself on one of his arrows. He leaves it in and attempts to climb a steep cliff only to fall and lose conciousness. As he drifts in and out he hallucinates Merle who taunts him. Daryl awakes to find a walker gnawing on his boot and another one approaching. He kills them and bandages himself up to attempt to climbe the clif again. Daryl makes it back to the farm and because he was covered in blood, Andrea mistakes him for a walker and shoots him. The bullet gazes his temple and Rick and Shane rush him back to the house. Hershel bandages him up and Carol shows him that she cares about him by kissing him on the forehead as a thank you for doing so much to find her daughter Sophia.
- Daryl and the other survivors finally find Sophia, but she is a walker. Daryl, feeling bad for Carol, stops her from getting too close to her daughter. He gets pissed when she doesn’t go to Sophia‘s funeral and because of the sacrifices he made, he snaps and says he is done looking for people. Daryl is later confronted by Carol when she finds him surrounded by dead squirrels and severed walker ears on a clothes line and he walks away after their argument and Carol says that she wont let him push her away.
- They eventually move on, and end up in a prison where they run into other inmates. They clear out the cell block of the prison and use that as their home. After its secured, there are only two remaining prison survivors, Oscar and Axel. Daryl apologizes to them for the loss of their friends.
- Lori soon has her baby and sacrifices her life to save the baby. Daryl had fallen in love with the child and calls her his little ass kicker. Carol also goes missing later, and Daryl then finds her in one of the cells. He later goes on a rescue mission to save Glenn and Maggie from the Governor who has his own town called Woodbury, and tells them that he will stay behind to help them all escape. He is then captured.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
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AGE: optional, but we'd prefer to know.
EXPERIENCE: 7-9 years
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[color=maroon]Just made it seem like it wasn't real, ya know?[/color]
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EXAMPLE:
Daryl Dixon had remembered being in the center of the town run by the governor. He remembered standing next to Merle being called a terrorist all because they had broken in to save Maggie and Glenn. Merle was just there, working for the Governor or something like that. He also remembered seeing Andrea there too.
He wasn’t there anymore however. The tough redneck from Georgia looked around this empty field he had miraculously woken up in. he didn’t remember ever fainting or anything like that. He was nervous, being here. This was just too in the open and Daryl wasn’t happy about it. He had his cross bow, that was a good thing, though he didn’t even know how it ended up with him in the first place. No, wait, he did remember. One of the other guys were holding it.
That made Daryl look around. Okay, where were all of them if he was here? Where was his brother? Daryl grew worrisome, worrying about Carol, about Rick, Judith, Carl, everyone. He is their friend and now he felt like he had abandoned them. He wasn’t going to do that to them. He knew what it felt like. Daryl would do everything in his power to get back to the prison.
The tall man started walking and ended up reaching a road. He was moving quickly, silently. He didn’t know if walkers were here either. He wouldn’t take chances though. Daryl had loaded up his crossbow and he started heading down the road, not in the open.
The youngest Dixon brother had stopped when he reached a man who was walking down the road. Daryl jumped out to surprise him. The man had screamed and Daryl just stared. After a few moments of him staring at him, Daryl busted out into laughter. The man grew pissed told Daryl that he was a lord or something or other, but that didn’t matter to him. He laughed because the man was wearing tights. Flippin’ tights.
Daryl then looked at him closely. No, this guy was just too sad to waste an arrow on… or was he? He had pulled out a sword on Daryl and Daryl rolled his eyes. He aimed his cross bow up and looked at him, demanding him to lower the sword. When he didn’t and charged at Daryl, Daryl shot him and killed him, but he didn’t shoot him through the head.
Daryl was doing an experiment. He watched the body closely, held the cross bow over the dead man’s head. He waited, and waited, but nothing happened.
"Since I killed a lord, does that make me one?" Daryl asked himself with a smile on his face. "self declared lord. I can get used to that." Daryl smirked.
He looked at the body again. No walker. Nothing. That confused the crap out of Dixon. Daryl let out a sigh and took a step back. He felt bad that he had to do that, but no one attacks a Dixon except a Dixon. Kill or be killed.
He wasn’t there anymore however. The tough redneck from Georgia looked around this empty field he had miraculously woken up in. he didn’t remember ever fainting or anything like that. He was nervous, being here. This was just too in the open and Daryl wasn’t happy about it. He had his cross bow, that was a good thing, though he didn’t even know how it ended up with him in the first place. No, wait, he did remember. One of the other guys were holding it.
That made Daryl look around. Okay, where were all of them if he was here? Where was his brother? Daryl grew worrisome, worrying about Carol, about Rick, Judith, Carl, everyone. He is their friend and now he felt like he had abandoned them. He wasn’t going to do that to them. He knew what it felt like. Daryl would do everything in his power to get back to the prison.
The tall man started walking and ended up reaching a road. He was moving quickly, silently. He didn’t know if walkers were here either. He wouldn’t take chances though. Daryl had loaded up his crossbow and he started heading down the road, not in the open.
The youngest Dixon brother had stopped when he reached a man who was walking down the road. Daryl jumped out to surprise him. The man had screamed and Daryl just stared. After a few moments of him staring at him, Daryl busted out into laughter. The man grew pissed told Daryl that he was a lord or something or other, but that didn’t matter to him. He laughed because the man was wearing tights. Flippin’ tights.
Daryl then looked at him closely. No, this guy was just too sad to waste an arrow on… or was he? He had pulled out a sword on Daryl and Daryl rolled his eyes. He aimed his cross bow up and looked at him, demanding him to lower the sword. When he didn’t and charged at Daryl, Daryl shot him and killed him, but he didn’t shoot him through the head.
Daryl was doing an experiment. He watched the body closely, held the cross bow over the dead man’s head. He waited, and waited, but nothing happened.
"Since I killed a lord, does that make me one?" Daryl asked himself with a smile on his face. "self declared lord. I can get used to that." Daryl smirked.
He looked at the body again. No walker. Nothing. That confused the crap out of Dixon. Daryl let out a sigh and took a step back. He felt bad that he had to do that, but no one attacks a Dixon except a Dixon. Kill or be killed.