Post by Dale McCall on Nov 5, 2009 7:27:47 GMT
(DALE BEAU MCCALL)
'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
[/colour][/center]'CAUSE WE ALL JUST WANNA BE BIG ROCKSTARS
AND LIVE IN HILL TOP HOUSES DRIVING FIFTEEN CARS!
NAME: Dale Beau McCall
NICKNAMES: Daz
AGE: Nineteen (Born 21 May 1973)
SEXUALITY: Hetrosexual
SPECIES: Vampire
AFFILIATION: Crimson-Eyed
DIET: Humans
POWER: He has the ability to make others happy. Though if that is simply due to his natural personality, or some gift, is unknown.
CANON OR ORIGINAL:Original
THE GIRLS COME EASY AND THE DRUGS COME CHEAP
AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
[/colour][/center]AND WE'LL ALL STAY SKINNY CAUSE WE JUST WON'T EAT!
PLAY-BY: Noel Fielding
HAIR AND EYES: Dale has an inky black Bolan feather-cut that has grown around his face and shoulders. It is a basic back-comb structure, slightly root-boosted framing a cheeky fringe.
As for his face, everything about him has always seemed a little crooked. Crooked nose, crooked teeth and then there are his cheekbones and eyes that are just too big. Every one of his features fights for dominance of his thin face. His eyes, which were once a powder blue, are now a crimson red as a result of the many years he's been bound to the vampiric lifestyle.
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: Dale stand's at roughly 166cms tall and weighs in at around 110 lbs
BODY TYPE:Lean/Wiry
I WANT A BRAND NEW HOUSE ON AN EPISODE OF CRIBS
AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
[/colour][/center]AND A BATHROOM I CAN PLAY BASEBALL IN!
LIKES:
The word oblong
Banana’s
Clothes
Music
Mink
Otters
Shrews
Teasing/Having fun
Rainbows
Asking stupid questions
DISLIKES:
Chocolate
Jazz music
Reading
Pet names
The dark
Mice and spiders
Reading
Being seated beside tall people
STRENGTHS:
He’s a sunshine kid. Almost always in a good mood.
Optimism
Androgynous
Loves to laugh
WEAKNESSES:
Naive
A little vain and narcissistic at times
Very easily distracted
Seems to attract trouble
Doesn't seem to think his plans through thoroughly enough.
HABITS:
Curls his tongue around his incisor's allot. Usually in an impertinent manner.
Draws consantly.
Tend's to confuse people with his way of thinking.
SECRETS:
Is afraid of water despite knowing that he is incapeable of drowning.
He is very eager to be admired as an individual and a trend setter.
PERSONALITY: Since he grew up in London, he speaks with a cockney lilt to his voice.
Despite the fact that his biological age is around thirty four, Dale's personality has forever remained at nineteen.
Dale, as well as being a “fashion icon” and would-be musician, is a kind, somewhat naive and loyal person. Dale has a ‘run-between-the-raindrops’ quality about him, giving him the ability to land on his feet in the most difficult of situations. He is somewhat of a golden boy, largely popular and is open and brotherly to almost everyone that he interacts with; he’ll treat whoever he meets as if he’s known them his whole life. He is a very open person in most cases, and only secretive when necessary. He can get riled rather easily if he feels jealous over something, and will do anything to win back a favor.
Dale likes to dress like a bit of a freak - like an arts student. He has always been obsessed with clothes. He says that people like Mick Jagger and David Bowie; stylish, effeminate men, really.
Dale has a strong feminine aspect to his attire. This is due to his androgynous dress sense, which commonly includes drainpipe jeans, boots with heels, faux-fur, leopard skin jackets, sparkly accessories or clothes from high-street store Topshop.
Dale’s main personality trait is his relaxed outlook on life, living with perpetually laidback ease, socializing easily with those around him. Dale is often the voice of reason in a situation, although he has also been known to have a particularly naïve and somewhat childlike outlook on life. It is often implied that
Dale is narcissistic, putting great pride in his appearance, especially his hair, which he describes as “a basic back-comb structure, slightly root-boosted framing a cheeky fringe.” Dale usually conforms to specific subcultures which he considers vogue, such as mod, goth, punk and new rave, adapting them to fit his androgynous dandyesque appearance.
He is very optimistic. A friend of his once commented that if he saw a peanut, he’d think the day would be off on a good start. Despite having lived off human's for so many years, Dale has a strong sence of humanity when it come's to finding human's to feed off of. He feel's a strong regret, and so tries to refrain from eating whenever possible. Though he does not feel this might be the best approach.
He is considered pretty weird. He has a pretty idiosyncratic taste. Dale's gift is his ability to see his weirdness in the guise of a small child telling an adult a story. His weirdness has a friendly face. Dale tends to say what's on his mind; his subconscious is very close to the surface. He wishes to reintroduce a sense of magic, of the fantastic into society.
I NEED A CREDIT CARD THAT'S GOT NO LIMIT
A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
[/colour][/center]A BIG BLACK JET WITH A BEDROOM IN IT!
MOTHER: Irene McCall (nee: Hope), 51, self employed house cleaner.
FATHER: Tony McCall, 51, butcher.
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER FAMILY: Uncle Howard, 45, works in Animal Transport.
PETS: None
HISTORY:
Dale was born in Dalston, London, England on the 21st of May 1973, which should make his real biological age around 34. Because he was bitten by a vampire in 1994 however, his vampiric age will always remain at nineteen.
His parents were Irene McCall, a self employed house cleaner and Tony McCall, a butcher. Despite both parents having jobs, they didn’t have much when it came to income.
Dale attending a small primary school, in Dalston, but left when he was 13, because of a bullying issue. It wasn’t just the children bullying him though, he got it at home as well.
His dad didn’t like his son’s “image”.
Dales father didn’t like the way Dale dressed, disliked the music he was into, thought working with animals was sissy too. He just didn’t like Dale at all basically. He was a typical man’s man. Wanted his son to play footy like the other boys. But Dale was a “mummy’s boy”. She was lovely. Irene McCall. Black haired beauty o‘ Corydon. And it didn’t bother her how Dale dressed or who he wanted to be. She never stopped loving him. In fact she always told Dale to always do what made him happiest. So I always did. His dad hated that. So he started to hit Dale. Thought he could ‘beat’ the weak little girl out of his only son.
It weren’t anything to harsh. Just lashings with his belt - it stung better if Dale was hungry. Eventually his mother realized Dale wasn’t just ‘bumping into doors’ and she tried to get Dale’s dad to stop - then he started on her. In the end he was just hitting them both for the hell of it. Then, one day, Dale’s mum tried to take Dale and run away from his father. After kissing her husband on the cheek as he left for work, Dale’s mum sent him off to school that morning, packed their belongings and then picked him back up at recess.
Dale’s mother filed a restraining order against his father, and the two of them lived with his uncle Howard in a two bedroom flat.
His uncle worked at a local zoo, and often brought Dale to work with him on weekends and after school. Dale spent most of his mid-teens at the zoo, helping his uncle out where ever he could. He was determined to go against everything that his father had told him he should be.
Dale's mother was a very artistic, bohemian woman who after the divorce, began to exercise benign neglect. Both his parent's were very young when he was born: Just kids themselves, really. Hippies. Though more into Black Sabbath and Led Zep. There were lots of parties and crazy times. They loved dressing up; lots of weird stuff going on.
The great thing about his mum and uncle was they let him do anything he wanted as a kid as long as he wasn’t misbehaving. He could eat and go to bed when he liked. He used to spend a lot of time drawing and painting and reading. In his own world.
Dale lived with Howard for a long while, right up to over a year ago, when Howard got into a little financial trouble and decided to take a less than honest way out of it. He never asked Dale to help him, but his little nephew decided he’d assist anyway.
Howard didn’t give Dale any specifics on what he was going to do. All he asked of his nephew was to drive to the underground parking of the royale bank. Dale was told that when Howard, and two other ‘associates’ exited the car, he should wait for three minutes. If they weren’t back in the car by the end of the three minutes, Dale had permission to leave them. Howard didn’t want to get his nephew any more involved in this than he already was.
So while Howard and the other two men were in the bank, this(link) is what Dale was doing.
It turned out that Howards, ‘associates’ were two men hired by the guy that he owed money too, to make sure that he delivered. Dale was just a hanger-on. Shortly after the bank robbery occurred, the guy that Howard borrowed money from decided that it was too risky to let Dale live, knowing about the little transaction.
Howard advised Dale to get as far away from London as he could but despite Howard’s best efforts in convincing his nephew that neither of them were in any trouble, Dale refused.
It was about four months after the transaction while Dale was walking by some night clubs in London that he got mugged by a couple of guys. They were the two gent's that had acompanied Howard into the bank, and one of them, as it turned out, was a vampire. They beat Dale pretty harshly, leaving him broken behind some dumpsters.
It took three days for the transformation to end, and when he woke up, Dale was lying in a strangely bed, in a strange room, and he had no idea where he was. The vampire in the suit was sitting beside him. They spoke for a long time. The vampire explaining to Dale that he had not wished to take Dale's life completely. By 'killing' Dale he had saved Dale's family from any further harm, as well as saved Dale from death, and given him new life instead.
They began hunting together, but because of Dale's natural child-like personality and inclination to be with and interacting with people, Dale never liked to feed off of them. Everytime he feeds off a human, he is reminded of the time when he was turned. There's always been a strong part of Dale that never liked to hunt, but a more dominant part that told him that he had to or he'd go stir crazy. Dale has tried to ignore the blood lust as best he could, only feeding when he knew he absolutely had to. In doing so, he believes that he's become allot more tollerant with the blood lust, and feels a lot more in control of himself.
It wasn't too long ago that he heard of the strange vampires who dined on animal blood, instead of human blood, and grew an interest in the family’s dynamics, wishing to learn more about it all. He decided to seek out the Cullen clan in Forks.
It is his hope that they might aid him in his plight to become a vegetarian. He has even begun looking for a home, if all goes well.
Dale has stated that has no middle name, was never baptized and does not follow a religion.
IT'S LIKE THE BOTTOM OF THE NINTH AND I'M NEVER GONNA WIN
LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
[/colour][/center]LIFE HASN'T TURNED OUT QUITE THE WAY I WANT IT TO BE!
ALIAS: Dale
HOW YOU FOUND US: Advertisement
ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: About four or five years.
ROLE-PLAYING EXAMPLE:
Chris didn’t have time to answer Dale’s question before the smaller men let out an almost inaudible squeak. Both eyes stared as a young woman with long dark hair leapt down from one of the trees and began to move towards them. Before Dale asked how Chris knew they were close, the blonde vampire had heard her soft chime of a laugh above the tree-line. Then before he could answer the question, the unfamiliar vampire was in sight of them.
The young woman spoke quickly, with a sharp sense of humor in her delicate phonation. She also knew both their names. Victoria had said nothing about the powers that the Cullen clan might have possessed, but he had been aware that the possibility that at least one of them had a power, was out there. Perhaps knowing about the duo’s presence was one of them.
Chris looked at Dale with an amused smirk. The poor little guy looked almost as pale as the young woman in front of them, and he was shaking like a leaf. Chris couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or from fear, but he suspected the former. After all, Dale had spent so much time with him already.
There was a brief flicker of something in the female vampires eyes as she looked at Dale, that Chris identified all too clearly. After all he’d been guilty of it many times before. Even now, as well as he was getting to know Dale, he still loved the way the younger mans blood smelt, savoring it. He could hear Dale’s heart pumping through his veins, and it did tempt him. Yet he felt unusually protective of the little twenty one year old in the brief while that they had known each other. An affinity, he guessed some people called it.
“In his defence, I really haven’t had allot of time to tell him all the basics yet.” Chris put a hand on Dale’s shoulder as he spoke in a rapid humming voice that only vampires could understand. He knew that Dale wouldn’t be able to tell that he was talking, but at least the hand on his shoulder might calm him a little. The little guy hadn’t said a word yet.
He thought about her comment about the Volturi though. True, they would not take it kindly if they found out about Dale. After all they caught on about Bella very quickly. But the only reason that they did find out at all was because the young woman, who had been human at the time, had paid a visit with Alice to save her former boyfriend, now husband from killing himself. He might be foolish in thinking that they would not find out about Dale, but he was willing to take that chance.
She addressed Dale now, causing the raven-haired man to look at her with wide, grey, captivated eyes. His pale face broke into a sort of grin when she’d finished, and the blonde-haired man could only guess why. “You may as well have given me a free ticket into heaven.” Dale grinned. His hair really was a sodden mess, very unlike the usual mane of raven feathers that he usually knew and loved.
Chris however, was more happy about the fact their car had been brought back from the road and up to the Cullen’s home. So at least a couple more where present.
“Do you care about anything but the welfare of your hair?” Chris crinkled his nose.
Dale looked up, his eyes wide and earnest. “You don’t know what it feels like for me if my hair doesn’t look good. I feel all uncertain and awkward all the time. You wouldn’t know how that feels.” He paused, head tilted. “Well, of course you do, but it’s different for me! It’s like my confidence melts away like a sugar cube in the rain. I don’t like it.”
The corners of Chris’ mouth turned downwards at the comment, but he didn’t press it further.
“You’re right,” Chris said to Bella instead as she announced that they had to leave. “Better get His Magesty out of the rain before his confidence deflates completely. Devil may care about him catching a cold, of course.”
“Giddy up.” Dale knew that this was his cue to jump onto Chris’ back this time. He’d barely had time to blink before he realized that Bella was already blurring out of sight. “Hold on, tight.” Chris cautioned him before he too, took off at jet speed after the woman.
Although aware of the extra weight on his back, Chris was having little problem carrying Dale. Even if he were not vampire he was pretty certain he wouldn’t have any real problem carrying him a ways. Chris was a fairy muscular, guy, while Dale was the opposite. He looked like a little marionette dressed up like a futuristic prostitute most days.
It took five minutes before a river suddenly came into view. Chris grinned and quickened his pace as he ran towards it. He could still smell Bella’s scent quite clearly. While living with Victoria and the other newborns, he’d become a fairy good tracker. Dale yelped as Chris jumped about five meters from the rivers edge, tightening his vice-grip around the vampire’s shoulders. Chris made sure to keep his hands underneath Dale’s knees for support. If he had dropped the young man (unlikely, he scoffed), he’d still be right there to catch him. His feet hit the ground firmly on the other side of the river, and Chris sped up his pace once more.
Finally, they cleared the trees, and what stood before them made them stop and gasp. The house wasn’t just a house, but a large manor, all glass, and very imposing.
“Wow. It looks like a film set.” Dale spoke with awe as Chris let his feet drop to the pavement and they began walking towards the door, where Bella stood. Dale feeling a little better as he was swept up in the grandeur of the place, which was captivating even through the terrible weather.
The young woman spoke quickly, with a sharp sense of humor in her delicate phonation. She also knew both their names. Victoria had said nothing about the powers that the Cullen clan might have possessed, but he had been aware that the possibility that at least one of them had a power, was out there. Perhaps knowing about the duo’s presence was one of them.
Chris looked at Dale with an amused smirk. The poor little guy looked almost as pale as the young woman in front of them, and he was shaking like a leaf. Chris couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, or from fear, but he suspected the former. After all, Dale had spent so much time with him already.
There was a brief flicker of something in the female vampires eyes as she looked at Dale, that Chris identified all too clearly. After all he’d been guilty of it many times before. Even now, as well as he was getting to know Dale, he still loved the way the younger mans blood smelt, savoring it. He could hear Dale’s heart pumping through his veins, and it did tempt him. Yet he felt unusually protective of the little twenty one year old in the brief while that they had known each other. An affinity, he guessed some people called it.
“In his defence, I really haven’t had allot of time to tell him all the basics yet.” Chris put a hand on Dale’s shoulder as he spoke in a rapid humming voice that only vampires could understand. He knew that Dale wouldn’t be able to tell that he was talking, but at least the hand on his shoulder might calm him a little. The little guy hadn’t said a word yet.
He thought about her comment about the Volturi though. True, they would not take it kindly if they found out about Dale. After all they caught on about Bella very quickly. But the only reason that they did find out at all was because the young woman, who had been human at the time, had paid a visit with Alice to save her former boyfriend, now husband from killing himself. He might be foolish in thinking that they would not find out about Dale, but he was willing to take that chance.
She addressed Dale now, causing the raven-haired man to look at her with wide, grey, captivated eyes. His pale face broke into a sort of grin when she’d finished, and the blonde-haired man could only guess why. “You may as well have given me a free ticket into heaven.” Dale grinned. His hair really was a sodden mess, very unlike the usual mane of raven feathers that he usually knew and loved.
Chris however, was more happy about the fact their car had been brought back from the road and up to the Cullen’s home. So at least a couple more where present.
“Do you care about anything but the welfare of your hair?” Chris crinkled his nose.
Dale looked up, his eyes wide and earnest. “You don’t know what it feels like for me if my hair doesn’t look good. I feel all uncertain and awkward all the time. You wouldn’t know how that feels.” He paused, head tilted. “Well, of course you do, but it’s different for me! It’s like my confidence melts away like a sugar cube in the rain. I don’t like it.”
The corners of Chris’ mouth turned downwards at the comment, but he didn’t press it further.
“You’re right,” Chris said to Bella instead as she announced that they had to leave. “Better get His Magesty out of the rain before his confidence deflates completely. Devil may care about him catching a cold, of course.”
“Giddy up.” Dale knew that this was his cue to jump onto Chris’ back this time. He’d barely had time to blink before he realized that Bella was already blurring out of sight. “Hold on, tight.” Chris cautioned him before he too, took off at jet speed after the woman.
Although aware of the extra weight on his back, Chris was having little problem carrying Dale. Even if he were not vampire he was pretty certain he wouldn’t have any real problem carrying him a ways. Chris was a fairy muscular, guy, while Dale was the opposite. He looked like a little marionette dressed up like a futuristic prostitute most days.
It took five minutes before a river suddenly came into view. Chris grinned and quickened his pace as he ran towards it. He could still smell Bella’s scent quite clearly. While living with Victoria and the other newborns, he’d become a fairy good tracker. Dale yelped as Chris jumped about five meters from the rivers edge, tightening his vice-grip around the vampire’s shoulders. Chris made sure to keep his hands underneath Dale’s knees for support. If he had dropped the young man (unlikely, he scoffed), he’d still be right there to catch him. His feet hit the ground firmly on the other side of the river, and Chris sped up his pace once more.
Finally, they cleared the trees, and what stood before them made them stop and gasp. The house wasn’t just a house, but a large manor, all glass, and very imposing.
“Wow. It looks like a film set.” Dale spoke with awe as Chris let his feet drop to the pavement and they began walking towards the door, where Bella stood. Dale feeling a little better as he was swept up in the grandeur of the place, which was captivating even through the terrible weather.
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