Post by morganbby8 on Jan 14, 2012 2:02:15 GMT -5
dallas antonio cortez
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's Dallas Antonio Cortez! i go by Dally too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am twenty one & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from Los Angeles? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, Boss is calling. see ya'! history About me huh? Well, I never have really gone into details with anyone before, but maybe it'll feel good to get this shit off my chest. You already know how old I am.. my name. So, I guess we should cover things you don't know about me. I'm the oldest brother out of two. My younger brother's name is Tommy, and he's a riot. We came out here from Los Angeles, and honestly, I have to say it was one of the best decisions we ever made. So, off to the sorry details of my so called life. Alright. Well I was born on April 4th, back in 1990, so if you guess correctly, I'll be twenty two in a couple of months. Don't know who my dad is, because the peice of shit left my mom when I was just a kid, and Tommy wasn't even around yet.. not physically where I could see him. I grew up in a rough side of town, a place called East L.A. Everyone knew it was rough there, so the rich folks stayed out. You didn't leave the yard as a kid, and as a teen, your hobbies included vandalizing properties and playing the X games in the nearest parking lot. My life didn't go quite the same way. See, my mom had to take up two jobs to put food on the table for me and my brother. Money was tight, so when I needed some cash, I turned to the streets. Ended up joining some gang, worst decision of my life. So I have a record... sue me. I can't say I fully regret all of my decisions, but I deal with them. I won't ever forget the day mom brought Tommy with her to bail me out. I still don't know how she made ends meet after dropping four hundred dollars on my stupid ass. The look Tommy gave me crushed me. Here I was, playing badass, when I was just looking like an idiot. I was supposed to be his role model, and I hadn't been doing so great a job. I ended up quitting the gang, and got a deal off of my community service for ratting out some of the guys. I tried to get on with life, but being sixteen with a juvi record is hard on you. I finally convinced the school coach to let me play football, and I became running back in no time. Colleges from all around wanted to give me scholarships to play by my sophomore year. By the start of my senior year, I had so many offers I didn't know what to do with them. But you know how karma is... son of a bitch. The gang guys managed to get out on good behavior, and came searching for me with vengence. They found me and my mom one day in the market. I will never forget the sound of that Tommy gun going off. The drive by was so fast, it doesn't even come up clearly in my mind. Glass was shattering, cars were being shot up, and people were running away screaming. We hit the ground, and when the gun shots stopped, I looked up into my mother's blank face. They said the bullet had hit her square in the base of her skull. She was still breathing when the ambulance got there, but not responding. My grandmother came up to take care of us while my mother lay in a coma in the hospital. She was in no shape to live... we all decided to let her pass easily. I mean, I had to step up, and be the man now. This was my fault. I just remember watching Tommy sleep that night, wondering how in the world he could ever forgive me. And how it was now my job to make sure he was okay. I hated myself... I still do. Grandma had to go back home to grandpa after I graduated. College was going to have to wait, because I had to get a job. It was harder than my mom had made it look, working and taking care of a kid. Tommy never did tell me he hates me, but I see it in his eyes when he looks at me. We had to get out of LA before he ended up in my old shoes. So, we ended up here, and that's that. Still not in college, working at a bar down town. Lot's of Tourist action. It's life... just trying to make it. personality As told by Tommy Cortez Well, my brother is very quiet. And broken. Of course he blames himself for Mom's death, which really it is his fault, but he's working so hard to fix it. And he's given up a lot for me. So you wanna know about my brother? Alright... Well he's very hard working and dedicated. There's not a single day that goes by that he's not working out, or just plain working. He's quiet, and he seems to be lost in his own world a lot. He draws and writes in his free time, and even made me a comic book for my birthday. The art was amazing in it. He plays guitar, and really well. Our grandpa taught him that. Sometimes he throws the football around with me, and sometimes we play basketball or video games. He just isn't very alive these days, focused on everything but himself. Of course I know why, because we have bills to pay and that takes money. But I just wish he would sit back and relax sometimes. Some of the best qualities about him are hard to find here lately, but they are there. For example, my brother is a great cook! He's a genius in the kitchen. He's also a pretty great mechanic. He listens to you when you need him to, and offers advice when that's needed as well. He has a nice laugh, and when it's real, his whole face lights up. It makes me feel warm when he laughs like that. He's very protective, and very smart. He is always careful. He's romantic, because the last girl he dated would have married him if I hadn't screwed it up by fighting with him about her. She was a great girl... but he won't even try now. I honestly think he is scared to get close to girls because he thinks they will end up hurt like mom. He's also really strong... but I think he's gentle at the same time. He doesn't like talking about bad things, and he can't stand secrets and lies. He has trust issues. He sucks at math, but History is his strong point. If he is afraid of anything, it would be to lose me, or have something happen to me. I honestly think he should become a police officer. That would be so cool. He is really hard on me about school, and sports. But damn, I'm only a sophomore. Of course then he says that that is when his life got fucked up too. I know he hates himself, but there's no reason to. I love him, and he's the best brother anyone could ever ask for, no matter how much of a screw up he is. | [atrb=width,200] |
role play sample
The light filtering through the blinds was more than enough to keep Dallas awake. Outside the ocean made soft noises in the distance, their small little house just close enough to the bay to give them some sound effects. The TV in Tommy's room made soft noises too, but the kid had probably passed out during South Park or something. Raising up in his bed, he tangled his fingers into the mess of black hair that shrouded his head, and groaned. Every muscle ached, due to stress, work, and his exercise routine. He'd have to cut it down to two miles instead of four. It was a cool night, so the heater kicked on, providing that tingle of warmth that settled in the room. He stared at the wall, darkness surrounding him, and sighed.
That night just kept coming back to him. He honestly believed it would never go away. Of course, how do you ever forget the fact that you are responsible for anyone dying, especially a parent, and worse, your mother? She had been so innocent, laughing as he demonstrated a move mess up in practice, juggling her purse and two paper bags, Dallas toting two. The squal of tires rounding a tight corner jerked his attention away, but it was too late. He reached for Marina, tugging her towards the pavement with him. She screamed, but it was short. Probably had the air knocked out of her. He covered his head as glass shattered down around them, the rain of bullets slowing down. When it stopped, the scene was chaotic.
He looked up, his own dark eyes matching his mothers finding her face frozen in both pain and terror, but her eyes blank and empty. She had no life left in her, but was simply on autopilot. Sadly, he knew it long before the doctor's said it was best to let her go. His abuela cried softly and left the room, telling him it was his decision. He made the call, and watched as they undid her life support, ending the mess he'd created for her. "I'm so sorry Momma." he muttered, the words echoing in the silent reality of his bedroom. He repeated the murrmured statement, and dropped his hands into his lap, picking at his plaid comforter. "Ugg... I don't need this right now.. I need to sleep.,"
Falling back into his pillow, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to force the screams and gun shots out of his head. Finally, after almost an hour, he found silence and slipped into sleep. He dreamed of being a football star, or having an important job. But the dream was short lived because as soon as daylight hit, his alarm was going off. Just another day in the Cortez house. His preparation took less than twenty minutes, consisting of a quick shower, grabbing his clothes for the day, and chucking the nearest soft object at Tommy, who lay tangled in his sheets, fast asleep. "Hey punk. Time for school." Tommy offered a groan and glared at him from the bed. "Asshole." Dallas let a chuckle at that. "Well fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. I leave in ten. If you're not in that car, I'm leaving your sorry ass, and then you'll have to run laps for missing practice." As he walked away, he laughed, hearing Tommy scramble around the room to get ready. Yep, worked every time. Of course no one liked laps... and the older you got the worst they sucked. Scooping his keys, wallet, and phone from the counter, he put them in their proper places, and headed for the door. "Move your ass, squirt. I don't have time to wait for you."
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