Post by daxfoster on Nov 7, 2010 15:34:54 GMT -7
DAX LOREN FOSTER
"i believe in nothing but the beating of our hearts."
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: dax loren foster.
Nickname(s): mostly just dax. he isn't very tolerant when it comes to people making cracks about how his middle name is a girls name.
Gender: male.
Age: twenty-five.
Birthdate: october 9th, 1985.
Sexuality: straight.
Reincarnate: yes.
I am: john lennon.
Played By: jared leto.
Grade: music teacher.
Boarding: nope.
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: six feet even.
Weight: 170 pounds.
Eye Color: blue.
Hair Color: naturally, it's brown.
Build: muscular, pretty athletic.
Scars: a few scattered over his arms and back from various accidents, most outstandingly a motorcycle crash that happened a little over two years ago.
Piercings/Tattoos: he's only got this one on his inner left forearm.
Personal Style: dax has a pretty relaxed approach when it comes to his own personal style. he isn't completely unconcerned with the clothes that he wears, but he doesn't disregard them, either. he puts effort into his physical appearance when he wants to, and that's arguably when he looks his best. he's a fan of comfort and typically just wears jeans and a t-shirt, but he can be dressier on occasion. he likes vintage things, trenchcoats, scarves and sunglasses. he's fashionable when he wants to be, but ultimately he's more concerned with other things.
Appearance: dax is just one of those people that's naturally attractive. he doesn't have to put an awful lot of effort into his appearance to look good, but he still does, anyway. he's six feet tall, which is an average height for most men of his age. he has an athletic build and takes pride in staying active. he likes staying physically fit, and probably because of that interest, he's remained pretty muscular for most of his life. he's one of those people that could eat his weight and chocolate and not gain a pound, simply because he's got such a high metabolism. he got that from his father. he's got several scars simply because he was a pretty reckless teenager, and a tattoo on his forearm that he's had since he was sixteen is also proof of that.
dax inherited a few things from his mother. his blue eyes is probably the most outstanding, but they also have a similar jawline and such. aside from that, he got his (natural) hair color from his father. a very dark shade of brown -- his mother was blonde. of course, nowadays, dax doesn't really keep that hair color. his dad use to give him mohawks all the time growing up, and dax adopted it as his legitimate hairstyle about three months ago. of course, a mohawk wasn't enough for dax. a pink mohawk was. that's not to say that he doesn't dye it other colors occasionally, but they're always pretty vibrant and bold -- which is more than enough to capture anyone's attention.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: music, peace, teaching, playing guitar (or any instrument, for that matter), any food that's fattening as hell and contributes towards his inevitable heart failure, family, video games, kids, staying up late, playing shows, drinking, rebelling, creativity, pranks, dares, adrenaline rushes, laughing and jokes.
Dislikes: guns, violence, war, rules, conformity, predictability, being bored, school (that's ironic, isn't it?), paper cuts, thunderstorms, judgmental people, close-minded people, when he can't figure out electronics, waking up early, cleaning, losing and LSD (it's too tempting).
Dreams: to have some sort of positive influence on the kids that he teaches. it sounds corny as hell, but he really does want the world to be a better place.
Fears: he's absolutely terrified of guns. blame it on the subconscious awareness of his assassination, but he'll pretty much shit his pants and run if one goes off near him. additionally, he's not the biggest fan of loud thunderstorms, either, because they remind him of guns. he doesn't fear death, but he fears losing someone that he loves dearly.
Habits/Hobbies: writing stories, poetry, songs or anything like that. playing guitar or piano. pulling harmless pranks on people. he likes playing soccer, too.
Secret(s): he used to be a drug addict.
Personality:
first impressions are everything, and dax is damn good at leaving a nice one with mostly everyone that he meets. dax foster is, without a doubt, possibly one of the most charming people that you'll ever meet. he's extremely friendly and non-judgmental, and overall he's a very sweet and approachable young man. he has his manners and always opens doors for others and holds out chairs for ladies. his charismatic demeanor is pretty effective when it comes to his teaching style, and his engaging personality only adds to the natural fit he has with his profession. he's a good leader, simply because he's so damn likable. of course, sometimes 'charming' borders a little bit more on 'flirtatious.' even though dax is an incredibly nice guy, he is just that -- a guy.
when it comes to women, dax has always been a player. led by his fathers example of never settling down, dax has always just figured that he'll remain single for the rest of his life. it doesn't bother him, nor does he fear commitment, it's just that settling down isn't the first thing on his mind. so he sleeps around an awful lot, never thinking much of it. he's fully aware that all of his students are strictly off limits, and though he would never cross that line, it doesn't stop him from shamelessly flirting. it's just within his personality to joke around about that sort of thing, though because of this he might unknowingly be leading some people on. flirting is all just a great big, fun game to him. really, that's what mostly everything is to dax.
ever since he was a kid, dax has been a joker. he was the class clown, the one disrupting class and telling obscene and obnoxious jokes. he was the funny one out of his group of friends, and he's always taken a lot of pride in putting a smile on people's faces. of course, as he grew up, he started to do that less and less tastefully. the cute little boy who pulled harmless pranks on people turned into a rather crass and unyielding prankster. luckily, after he got over his whole drug phase, he went back to the harmless pranking. the thing with dax is that, frankly, he's a pretty intense person. if you ask him to run a mile in five minutes, he'll try to do it in less. he pushes himself way too hard. when it came to his drug use, he got way in over his head. he was addicted when he realized he'd gone too far, he didn't recognize it as a problem before that. initially, he doesn't know when to stop. but once he's learned his lesson, he's a pretty good boy. today, dax is a goofball. he knows where the line is and he doesn't go over it, but he still likes to do silly, stupid things for the hell of it.
dax has been (and always will be) a rebel. he doesn't go along with anything blindly. he questions everything before he agrees with it, and he's pretty stubborn and resistant towards most ideas. he's hard-headed and tends to want to do things his way. he's reckless and impulsive, and he'll do things without thinking quite often. he's a tough guy. he might be nice, but he knows when to buckle down and stand up for what he believes in. his rebellious nature tends to give him a bad rap, but the fact of the matter is that dax refuses to conform just because he likes to think out of the box. he adores creative people -- particularly the ones that try to find loopholes in rules. just... don't tell the other teachers that.
the whole drug phase was an exceedingly shameful portion of his life that dax is truly regretful for. he's moved on from that, though he still carries a little bit of frustration with him. he's mad at his mother for leaving, and at his father for not being home when dax wanted him to be there. even though that was hardly his dad's fault. he loves his father, and one of the main reasons he tried so hard to turn his life around was for his dad. dax is a good guy now. he's friendly, creative, and definitely talented when it comes to the subject he teaches. he's hoping that his students will take a liking to him for being different from the other teachers, though from an authoritative standpoint, they're probably a bit worried on just what sort of influence he'll have on the students.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: alexandria carey, unknown, unknown.
Father: jack foster, 45, works two jobs. a janitor at the local high school during the week and a bartender on the weekends.
Siblings: none.
Other: valerie callaghan is his aunt, which (obviously) makes hayden callaghan his cousin.
Pets: seeing as he's not really responsible enough for dogs, and he got in serious trouble for capturing a squirrel and attempting to tame it in the comfort of his own home, dax has settled for goldfish. three, to be exact: paul, harrison and ringo. (get it?)
Hometown: rockford, illinois.
History: in new york city on december eighth, 1980, john lennon had autographed a copy of his comeback album, double fantasy, for mark david chapman. he was killed on the same day by that same man. as john was walking to the entrance of his apartment building, he was shot in the back four times by chapman. he was rushed to the emergency room of the nearby hospital, where he was ultimately pronounced dead on arrival. there was no funeral. the world mourned.
on october ninth, 1985, dax loren foster was born. things were a little confusing for the baby boy from the very start, considering that his father and mother fought over what exactly was going to happen to the boy. his mom, alex, insisted that he should be put in an orphanage. they were both over twenty-one, but jack foster was the type of man that came off as very... irresponsible. but giving up his son? that was just something that he refused to do. he clung to dax and told alex that she could do what she wanted, but he wasn't going to leave his son. alex packed up her things and left less than a week after that, convinced that she wasn't ready to be a parent. in all honesty, jack was probably even less prepared than she, but he had a lot more heart than most people. so he embraced the not-so-glamourous lifestyle of a single dad.
dax proved to be a troublesome little kid. as a baby he had a tendency to break things or attempt to eat objects that... obviously weren't designed to be eaten. he was a cute kid, though. ignoring the fact that he had a bad habit for biting people (and then giggling about it when they freaked out). jack tried very hard to keep a healthy balance between work and his son, but it was definitely hard. dax spent a lot of time with his aunt valerie and her children, who were all around his age. however, as a toddler and young child, dax began to realize that he had an intense fear of guns. seeing as his aunt practically ran the mob, guns for them were natural. the first time that dax saw one? he cried, and he didn't stop crying until his uncle brendan picked him up and comforted him. he hated guns, though no one could understand why. at one point later on in his childhood, his cousin bronx tried to rid him of the fear. as soon as bronx shot the gun, dax ran off, crying like a baby. it was an odd fear, but no one thought much of it. everyone has their odd quirks, right?
though he did spend a lot of time with his aunt, uncle and cousins, dax was usually with his father. if jack was allowed to bring his son along, he would. and to be honest, dax absolutely adored his dad. his father was his best friend growing up, and they were the most picturesque father-son pair. jack played guitar, which had always fascinated dax. when he was about seven, he finally asked his dad to teach him how to play. jack agreed, only to discover that his son was a natural. his son, to be honest, was more than a natural. without ever being told, he put his fingers in the exact right position to play an E chord. he looked up at his father and asked "this is an E, right?"
it felt so fluid and normal to dax. it literally felt like he'd played the instrument before, though he'd never touched it in his life. chord progressions were as easy as breathing to him, and his talent only seemed to grow as he got older. at one point in his preteen years, he asked his dad if he wanted to hear a song that he'd written himself. he recited 'help!' by the beatles perfectly. when jack patiently explained that someone else had written that song, dax got upset. he had written that song. he could remember writing it! but in an odd way, it felt like the memory wasn't his own. incidences like this seemed regular for dax. whenever he was playing a guitar, songs would pop into his mind. it was sort of like remembering an old friend, but it was beyond strange to watch. he was more than just a big beatles fan, this was bordering on supernatural.
jack got a job working as a janitor at the local high school during the week, and he was a bartender on the weekends. he took on two jobs so he could support both himself and dax, but obviously working all the time cut into their father-son time. through elementary and middle school, dax has countless memories of asking his father to take him somewhere. jack's answer?
"i'm sorry, son... i've got to work."
work. dax started to hate that word. it wasn't fair that it was practically stealing his father away, and dax started to get frustrated. when he outgrew his imaginary friends (named paul, george and ringo) he started to get restless. when his dad wouldn't pay attention to him, he started acting out in class to at least get the attention of his peers. he became the class clown. he pulled pranks on the teachers and other students, and sometimes they weren't entirely tasteful. he was kicked out of two different schools before he successfully earned the reputation of a 'bad boy.' he became more and more aggressive with his rebellion as he aged, and though he abashed mostly all forms of education, he had an undeniable way with words. parents warned their kids to stay away from dax by the time he was sixteen. that age probably marked one of the lower points of his life.
dax wasn't the nice, innocent boy he'd once been any more. now he was all about sex, drugs and rock n' roll. he started bands which usually violently disbanded, typically because he had a huge ego. he knew he was a good musician. he knew he had a good voice and he knew he was talented, but he got cocky about it. he started drinking and doing drugs, his personal favorite being LSD. in a matter of months, he was addicted. the destructive habit was paid for by money that wasn't really even his own -- dax would steal from his aunt and uncle. after all, his aunt practically ran the mob. she had more than enough money to go around, and because she trusted her nephew, it was easy to swipe it from her. things went nothing but downhill from there. he physically assaulted his math teacher (most probably because he was hungover), and it seemed like getting kicked out of schools was becoming a regular thing. no one wanted to take him, and he got put in one of the shittiest schools in chicago. he got into fights a lot, but he didn't give a damn about anything but his music.
his father changed that, though. poor jack came home from a long day at work only to find his son shooting heroin into his arm. there was a lot of screaming and crying between them, but something about the experience changed dax. okay, well, after the high was over, he felt guilty. insanely guilty. he heard his dad crying in his room and asking himself what he'd done wrong, but the only one dax could blame was himself. he wanted to get clean -- for his dad. he wanted to make his father proud so that all the hard work he'd gone through for his son had been for something. dax started leaning away from the music scene, simply because there was usually drugs involved there. he didn't want to put himself in a position where he would be tempted. it took a lot of hard work, and he relapsed a couple of times, but ultimately dax was clean again by the time he was twenty.
he graduated high school at nineteen, and headed off to college shortly after that. with the rough days behind him, dax had his sights set on getting a teaching degree so he could teach music. he didn't leave illinois to get his education, mostly because he couldn't bear to be away from his dad. while at college, dax avoided most of the parties and found that he had a lot of time to himself to think. about one thing in particular: the beatles. john lennon, specifically. dax had always had these strange dreams where he felt like he was john. not just seeing things from his perspective, but knowing what he was thinking and all of that. it was insane. sometimes the dreams were vivid, too. he would be on stage, singing to a huge crowd out in front of him. but it was in the sixties... and dax had no idea how to explain these memories. they weren't his, were they? it didn't make any sense.
but he felt so close to john. i'm sure everyone wanted to say that, but when he looked at pictures of the man, he could've sworn that he remembered posing for the picture. he had a theory, which he finally confessed to his father. considering that mental instability wasn't something that was uncommon in his family, he wasn't quite sure how his dad would take it. you can't exactly waltz up to someone and go, "i'm john lennon." but that's what he told his father, and jack believed him. it would explain how he knew all sorts of things about music before he'd been taught. actually, dax's theory explained quite a lot. the only question was how something like this could have happened.
he did some research in the college library about other cases like this, and found a handful of theories which were usually referred to as 'reincarnation.' everything they said made sense, and at twenty, dax finally started to accept that he was the reincarnated form of john lennon. yeah, no pressure. he graduated college with his teaching degree, specializing in music. he applied for several jobs, before getting hired in north carolina to be the music teacher at riverdale high school. he packed up his bags and moved away from home for the first time. sure, he's upset about leaving his dad behind, but at the same time he feels very accomplished for getting out and actually doing something productive with his life. he mellowed out a lot in his college years, and even though he's still got the rebellious side, it's much more... tame. for not, at least. now that he's moved to north carolina, he's looking forward to starting his new job.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: I'M ABBY.
Other Characters: none.. yet. >]
Age: sixteen.
Time Zone: mountain time. it's weird. i apologize.
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sawyer didn't feel very safe in this car. could you blame her? first of all, it had no seatbelt (that was a safety hazard) and secondly, it flat out surprised her that it somehow managed to run. she wasn't going to tell shea about her concern, though, because it seemed perfectly normal to him. to shea, she was just some annoying rich girl, and sawyer was going to do everything in her power to prove him wrong. she was a little stubborn, sure, but she didn't like the idea of shea thinking she was just like the rest of them. she wasn't. of course, taking him up on his challenge also gave her an excuse to spend more time with him. she wouldn't admit that she had a crush on him -- even if it was true. she was just... intrigued.
lots of things about the lifestyle he'd told her about both fascinated and sickened her. she wasn't used to it. hell, she wasn't even aware this stuff was going on! guilt overwhelmed her when she'd actually sat down and thought about it. she could've asked her parents for anything she wanted, and they would give it to her. these people worked their asses off and got nothing. sawyer didn't even know who to be mad at, even though there was really nothing in her power she could do to fix it. running her fingers through her hair, she casually mimicked shea by kicking her door open and stepping outside. she really had no idea why he was warning her to keep close when she'd only just gotten out of the car, but there were a few people walking by that were giving her odd looks. unsure of how to react, she quickly collected the two bags she'd brought and shut the door, hurrying to catch up with shea.
even though he was dangerous, sawyer felt completely safe with him. she trusted him, and liked to believe that he wouldn't hurt her. or atleast he would protect her. she liked to think that she was tough enough and didn't need anyone to look out for her, but considering that she hated violence, guns, knives and everything that shea was surrounded by regularly, she wasn't going to complain. she resisted the urge to grab his hand while they walked, helplessly trying to keep john in mind.
john. her fiancee. sawyer sighed, not entirely thrilled by the thought of him. she didn't want to marry him, mainly because she wasn't very keen on marrying anyone that she wasn't in love with. sawyer didn't know if john loved her, but... the feeling wasn't mutual. maybe she just wasn't giving him a chance because her parents were forcing her into the marriage, but shea didn't like him. the thought of grabbing shea's hand was more tempting than john had ever been, but she didn't act on that urge. instead, she just listened quietly to shea's rules, some of which she'd probably end up breaking. "it's not like i'm going to get raped or... killed." she mumbled, but arguing was sawyer's weird way of agreeing. it wasn't like she was going to purposely break his rules, anyways.
the apartment building was a sad sight, and sawyer really didn't get her hopes up for thinking the inside would be better. it didn't bother her too much, like it would most other rich people. it would just take some getting used to. she scrunched up her nose at the scent when he opened the door, but stayed quiet as she followed him inside. she hadn't noticed that he'd carefully stepped over the welcome mat, and that he'd done that for a reason.
the first step she took inside, her foot fell straight through the hole and her leg followed. she yelped in surprise, panicking for a few moments before comprehending what had just happened. a little embarrassed, she glanced up at shea, still looking very scared. "i don't think you told me about this." she said, as calmly as she could manage, considering that she'd halfway fallen through a giant hole. what a great start.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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