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Dakota Marks

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a character in “Astral Academy|The Bonds Between”, as played by merthur




"I'd rather have dirt on my face than sit in a stuffy office all day."

Kota, Kotabear





132 lbs

3 June, ♊


Talking; he never stops. It's insane sometimes, to have what looks like a relatively shy kid talk your ear off.
His Phone; his obsession with it is unhealthy. If it's not in his hands, it's in his pocket and there's a pair of headphones around his neck. It hasn't been turned off since he first got it.
Flirting; mostly because it's fun. Even if he's gay, he'll flirt with just about anyone. Most girls just like to call him bisexual, probably to give themselves some hope that he might date them.
Fighting; physical, controlled fighting. He's learned MMA, karate, and many other forms of fighting.
Classics; Dirty Dancing, The Karate Kid, The Outsiders, Breakfast Club. All those old sorts of movies that no one watches anymore.
Smoking; if he's going to hell, he might as well do it right. Though he can't buy cigarettes legally yet, so he is often bumming them off of others or getting older people to buy them for him.

Religion; he's agnostic. He doesn't let religion rule his life, and think people who do are silly.
Fakes; they're disgusting. It just doesn't make much sense to him to not be himself.
Dumb-asses; stupidity bothers him. Probably because he's so smart himself, but still.
Whiney People; if you want something, get it. Sitting around and complaining about it isn't going to change anything.
Sports; strong, but not sporty. He just isn't the greatest team player.
Alcohol; one bad party just turns you off of it. He got super drunk at a party and had to get his stomach pumped, totally turned him off to it.

Shapeshifting and communicating with animals are his two favorites, if you asked he would answer with both because he could never choose one over the other.

Skateboarding, drawing, and being incredibly flexible/double-jointed.


Dakota does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He prefers dealing with either people or things rather than ideas. He regards intellectual exercises as a waste of his time. He finds helping other people genuinely rewarding and is generally willing to assist those who are in need. He also finds that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however he does not enjoy confrontation, but will stand up for himself or push his point if he feels it is important. He has strong will-power and is able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. He is a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. He rarely gets angry and it takes a lot to make him angry. Mostly his emotions are on an even keel and he does not get depressed easily. He does not feel nervous in social situations, and has a good impression of what others think of him. He is poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed.

He genuinely likes other people and will openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. He makes friends quickly and it is easy for him to form close, intimate relationships. He finds the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding, and enjoys the excitement that crowds provide. He likes to speak out, take charge, and direct the activities of others. He is usually the leader in group activities. He leads a fast-paced and busy life. He moves about quickly, energetically, and vigorously and is always involved in many activities. He loves the bright lights and hustle and bustle. He takes risks, and he seeks thrills. He is a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. Jamie is reasonably interested in the arts, but mostly interested in just music. He has good access to and awareness of his own feelings. Always eager to try new activities, travel, and experience different things. Finding familiarity and routine boring, he will take a new route home just because it is different. Often he exhibits a readiness to challenge authority, convention, and traditional values. He also feels a certain degree of hostility toward rules and perhaps even enjoy ambiguity.

He naturally assumes that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. He sees no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to him. He does not like to claim that he is better than other people, and is generally shy from talking himself up. He is tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity. He believes that he has the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success. In general he tends to be disorganized and scattered. His sense of duty and obligation is average and although he is mostly responsible, he can sometimes be unreliable. He often says or does the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.

He has a French accent and can speak almost fluent French
Speaks some Spanish, and loves to slide it into his sentences because it "makes him sound sexy".

So begins...

Dakota Marks's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dexter Abrams Character Portrait: Mischief Sanchez Character Portrait: Alex Mayweather Character Portrait: Dakota Marks Character Portrait: Greyson Mayweather Character Portrait:
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Dexter was woken by the sound of Kota walking about, and when the door closed behind his friend, his eyes opened slowly. Glancing over to his bedside table, he grabbed his iPhone and checked the time. Six fifteen?! Holy shit, no way was he waking up that early. He turned over and closed his eyes, letting his phone fall on the bed beside him. Yet, sleep wouldn't come back. After ten minutes, he gave up and got out of bed, muttering every swear word that came to mind. He picked out his outfit, a simple dark grey v-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans, accompanied by a nice pair of black shoes. It was simple, and yet he still looked sexy. He had showered the night before, so he still had bed head, yet he just ran his hands through it a few times, becoming satisfied. So many guys loved the disheveled look, and he didn't even have to spend time on it to make it look exactly the same.

Dex was out of the room before Kota got back, but he didn't worry about it too much. He figured they'd catch up with each other in the cafeteria, or at homeroom. Either way, he headed for the practice rooms, which were open twenty four hours a day. There was no one around when he reached the music wing, and he entered the first practice room he found, closing and locking the door behind him. He sat on the bench, running his hands smoothly on the keys. Many people felt as if he was a walking contradiction; he was a player and yet could play classical music on the piano, and he sat down to paint every single day. Yet, that was just who he was. He connected more with arts than he ever had with any other school subject.

He fooled around on the keys, not playing any song completely through. He tried to come up with new tunes, or figure out which popular songs on the radio he could transfer to the piano. Eventually, the soothing sound of the instrument caused his eyes to droop, and he moved his way to the floor, closing his eyes and figured he would just take a short power nap.

When his eyes opened, he sluggishly grabbed his phone out of his pocket, looking down to see it was almost seven forty-five. He'd fallen asleep for over an hour in the practice room. Not that it would really matter if he was late for class. He probably wouldn't end up paying attention anyway. Still, he figured he might as well head to the cafeteria and eat a bit of breakfast. Plus, he could see what ladies had already made it to the cafeteria. Perhaps he could begin his charms earlier in the morning than normal.

His trek to the cafeteria was uneventful. He didn't run into many people, and figured they were already eating breakfast. When he entered the dining hall, he saw his suspicions were correct. It was brimming with people, every table occupied by at least one. He settled on a relatively small breakfast of an apple and oatmeal, accompanied with a glass of orange juice. Upon further inspection of the bodies occupying the tables, he saw Kota lounging by himself. He gave the boy a wave, although doubted his friend actually saw the gesture. He saw Greyson, who was his best (straight) friend, and made his way over there. He'd split his remaining time before class with his two best friends.

Once Dex was closer to the table, he realized that not only were Greyson and his sister present, but Mischief was as well. She in particular was one of his favorites to mess with. He never failed to flirt with her, even though he was pretty positive she didn't want much to do with him. Plus, it was common knowledge that she was a virgin. And, let's face it, he wanted to be the first guy to conquer that. Every other guy was thinking the same thing, they just didn't want to admit it.

He patted Grey on the back as he walked by, sitting on the empty chair and placing his food on the table. "Hey man," he said simply, giving his good friend a smile. Then, he turned his attention briefly to Alex. "Good to see you, Alex." He gave her a short nod, but then moved his eyesight to Mischief. "Hey Missy," he greeted, using her nickname. "You are looking absolutely beautiful today." He was going to be the most charming guy on the face of the planet. Because, certainly, he couldn't let her know what was actually going on in his mind.