I go by: Dedrick Davis
the basis ,
full name: Dedrick Daniel Davis
age: 17
gender: Male
species: Live One
straight/bi/gay? Straight
relationship: None

the attire,
eyes: Blue
skin: Tanned
hair color: Black
hair length: Short
straight or curly hair: Straight but he somehow teases it into spikes for fun.
slight, fat, or average: Average.
any scars? birthmarks? freckles?
- Scars: One large one from being caught by a friends bike and dragged over gravel on his back.
- Birthmarks: None.
- Freckles: None.

shirt: Dark navy blue t-shirt with a collar and a boarding school logo.
pants/skirt: Dark blue jeans that are only slightly baggy without being inapropiate.
jewelry: None
accessories: None

the personality ,

Traits

• Sweet most of the time while ignorant and hurtful on occisian.
  
• Very friendly and out-going no matter who it's dealing with.
  
• Strong willed, some would say hard headed.
  
• While he's out-going he is closed up about himself. Hardly ever talking about himself and almost always trying to get others to talk about themselves.
  
• Adventure lover, thrill seeker, up for anything that has a hint of danger.
  

Likes

• Friends & laughter.
  
• Animals, all kinds no matter what.
  
• The dark, it goes along with his thrill seeker side.
  
• People who are up for anything, or he can convince to try new things.
  
• Chocolate cookie dough ice cream, or generally anything with sugar in it.
  

Dislikes

• Anger, people yelling.
  
• Jazz, soul, pop, country, most any type of music but for rock or punk.
  
• Being sunburned, another reason why he likes darkness.
  
• Blood, from himself. He can stand the sight of blood from others.
  
• Doing absolutly nothing.
  

the OOC ,
Your other characters: None(Yet.)
Roleplay sample: Taken from MY rpg Lasting Impressions

Quote:

Buck relaxed slightly as the saddle was removed from his back and his bridle replaced with a halter though he was still jumping, adrenalin running though his system, his head held high as the grooms started washing him off, attempting to rinse his neck off by his poll though at sixteen hands with a long neck it was no easy task. Finally though they achieved their goal and he relaxed his head as they moved down his body and let the water run over his back and hindquarters making his black coat darker, if that was even possible. As Ashlyn approached he pulled against his restraints and when she was close enough nudged her shoulder. Rubbing his head against her good arm. He really didn't understand why she wasn't riding him anymore but at least she was there and he could see her. Something familiar, and something he knew and liked. He wasn't to fond of his trainer, the man with a hard hand and short jerky movements that were always to fast and always seemed a little bit threatening to him. As she threw the blanket over him he seemed to relax another few notches. His head dropping a bit more his ears showing he was more relaxed than he had been a moment before. Maybe it was just Ashlyn or maybe it was because he knew he wasn't going to be run again for that day and it made him feel a bit better. He accepted the carrot gracefully whisking it up eagerly and nosing her pockets for more. As she led him back down towards the group still by the track rail he tensed up again slightly though he followed willingly. Always well mannered when he wasn't tacked up, always willing to do what was asked of him, or almost always. He tossed his head slightly, the stud chain over his nose clinking softly though not pulling on him at all. The only reason he wore it was at the trainers insistence that he could suddenly lash out at a person or another horse, though it hadn't happened yet. He stopped when she did, standing well back from Matt and away from his owners and trainers. Reaching out towards Matt and taking in his sent, nose running down his arm gently then he sighed softly, and whinnied, watching a horse gallop past on the track though he no longer showed any drive to chase after it for the moment. ooc; 423 words. o.o go me.