MORGAN, dakota riley

[dakota riley morgan]

DAKOTA RILEY MORGAN

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So full of rage, the human race, hold me while I'm falling down;
Rearrange what you have found, hurt me;
You see me crawling on the floor, is that what you've been longing for?
Is this enough, do you want more? Go on if it makes you soar
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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
You want my name? Ah... my name is Dakota Riley Morgan... my older brother was the one who named me, apparently he thought I looked like a girl. I'm okay with the name I guess... my brother's all say it suits me... Some people call me Kota instead, I have no real preferences though... you can call me as you like...
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
um... I just turned seventeen? ...yeah, seventeen, so that means I'm still a junior...
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
I actually get that question a lot... I get mistaken for a girl all the time... it doesn't really bother me since I wear women's clothing half the time, but I am of the male gender.
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
um... i sleep mostly with men... and have no interest in women, so it's safe to say I am gay...
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
Really? Well some people say i do look like that Austrian Model... umm... I think his name's andrej pejic..

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
Pretty? I suppose... it what my brother's used to call me a lot, though I'm not sure if that's what you should call a boy? I'm fairly small for a boy, no more than 5' 7", rather slim and extraordinarily pale. My hair is my prettiest feature without a doubt, long, silky and well maintained, it's an almost silvery white blonde, and hangs just below my shoulders. Then there are my eyes, an odd shade between blueish-gray with green flecks.. I like them, but Rowan always says they look weird...
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
um... I guess a slim pretty girl with no breasts? I tend to dress like a girl nine times out of ten... And I really don't have any tattoos... or piercings... I like leather, and lace, and dresses, I like pretty things and tight clothing, as long as it's feminine I'm more prone to wearing it...
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
Um... I don't know... my eye's I suppose... though I guess Jayden would say my ass... though I suppose the way I carry myself would be noticeable, since there is a confidence in me...
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
Um... I suppose they'd see how I twirl my hair about my fingers when I'm nervous or how I bite my lip when I'm thinking or spaced out... I also have been told I'm kind of spacey and have an almost vacant look a lot of the time...
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
A first impression? I guess... it would be that I'm spacey... and I've been told I can come across as rather arrogant and cocky.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
Hobbies? I... like sex... does that count? I enjoy reading, books are a good escape... I like dancing, that's always been my passion, and I've excelled at it... I like cooking, and going to the gun range and firing guns... what else... hmm... I rather enjoy sewing too and drawing... I enjoy fashion... though I don't think that's really a hobby...
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
I like dancing, tea, sweets, guns, sex, boys, cooking, books, booze, pain, my family, piercings, butterflies, most animals, video games, motorcycles, outdoors, and silver chains... it's really all I can think off...
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
I don't like coffee... food... my family... um... sleeping, polyesters, water, swimming, I hate knives, and swords, the color green... beer ... pink... I hate being mistaken for a girl.... but I'm used to it... I don't like snow, or cars...
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
Secrets are secrets for a reason you know? Hm... well... two of my three brother's used to rape and abuse me... they said I looked too much like our mother... my oldest brother killed our second youngest brother, and our baby brother killed the only lover I ever took...
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
My best quality are my looks without a doubt, I'm pretty, damn near gorgeous, and I have allure, after all I managed to seduce my own flesh and blood didn't I? Since being pulled away from my brother's I've been luring men in, they like my body, my looks, it draws them in.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
My arrogance, my naivety, my lack of intelligence... my lack of strength, pick one. I'm cocky, arrogant, I know the power of my looks, I may be spacey but when it comes down to it, I know the power I have, and I know I look good. I've been told I'm hopelessly naive, I guess it's so, after all I let my brother's abuse me and never once fought back or wondered why they were doing it, I merely accepted it. I'm not the smartest person either... my youngest and oldest brother's were the smart ones... I'm also weak... I have no strength, I couldn't even protect my brothers.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
... my family? Um... okay, I never really knew my father, he wasn't really around much, he was a bit of a crazy doctor, he worked in a lab, and ended up dying when my youngest brother was born in a lab explosion. Our mother was equally mad, neglect from her husband, and abuse from her parent's caused her to drink, my oldest brother Jayden, worshiped the ground she walked on, and he and my baby brother, Rowan, did whatever she asked. She never liked me, and I never liked her, she said I was too pretty for a boy, apparently I resembled her when she was younger. She was the first person to abuse me, she eventually drank herself to death, and my oldest brother began to take care of us. He and Rowan were the one's who continued my mother's abuse after she died, and made things worse. Jayden is now dead, Quinton [the third of us brothers], is dead as well, he was the tallest and strongest of us all, but he took good care of me, and healed me after my brothers hit me, he was murdered by Jayden. Then there was Rowan, I doted on my littlest brother, I loved him, but he was messed up, as much so as our parents and oldest brother. I don't know where he is now...
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
Quin brought home pets when we were younger... but Jayden just got rid of them all.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm from Seattle, Washington... I liked it there, it rained a lot and I adored the weather and people...
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at Hawthrone?[/color][/font][/b]
After a series of events; I began suffering Panic Attacks and after seeing a therapist; I was diagnosed with Codependency, which lead to them realizing I had eating disorders, sex addiction (sexual masochism), self harm tendencies, as well as PTSD induced insomnia, and night terrors. Once they realized what it all stemmed from, I was removed from society for a bit and then eventually sent to the school, they thought it might help me deal or whatever.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
I was the second son born to Doctor Jovanich, and Jenna Morgan, my oldest brother, Jayden, was eight years older than me, and was the one who named me when Jenna gave birth to me. My father wasn't present at my birth, nor was he present in much of my life, I recall seeing him one time really, he died when I was three. A year after I was born my mother had Quinton, and a year after that the baby of our family was born, Rowan. I remember when I was three and we got the new's that our daddy and been killed in a lab explosion, I was holding Rowan in my arms, his big green eye's staring up at me. I was six the first time my mother hid me, it was then, I suppose, I began to resemble my often drunk mother when she was younger. She didn't seem to like this in the least and began to abuse me, hating how I looked. Quin wasn't very bright, but he understood that I was in pain and often attempted to make me feel better.

Three years later my mother died, she drunk herself to death, and I'll admit I felt relief, I was hoping I'd finally be free of her cruelty. Then a few days after we buried her and my oldest brother got custody, the abuse started all over again. Rowan, who had idolized both him and my mother, was seven but that didn't stop him from following in their footsteps, and me... I adored my youngest brother, would have done anything for him, so I could do nothing to stop him when he joined in on Jayden's abuse. Things got worse when I turned thirteen, and the abuse went in a different direction entirely, Jayden refused to let me cut my hair, and through sex with him he discovered a masochistic side of me that seemed to complement his sadistic side very well. But as the abuse increased, I began struggling with my ability to sleep and when I did sleep, my dreams were always vivid and horrible. I began to eat less, and soon it became an occasional thing when I began to feel too weak to go on. Quinton didn't understand exactly what why I was putting up with the pain, but I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

It wasn't until I was sixteen and had a panic attack at school that one of the few people I knew fairly well began to protest my secrecy, and began to push for the truth, fiery red hair and too green eyes soon captured my heart, and I began a relationship with him, I was in love. Then Jayden found out and I realized I had made a truly terrible mistake, even more so when Cody found out what had been going on, about the abuse and the incest, he confronted my brothers. And to my horror, my fourteen year old baby brother killed him, stabbed him. Then they turned their anger towards me, and for the first time Quin seemed to have had enough, he might have been young, but he was the tallest of us, and strong for his age, he fought back, rejected our brothers. And so Jayden disposed of him. Then the two of them went to leave, to let me deal with the blood and the bodies... hysterical, I did something I probably should have done years before. I picked up my father's gun in a split second and killed my oldest brother, and in that moment I'll never forget my baby brother's horrified face, terror etched into it as I told him to run. I remained there in the pools of blood, crying, until the police got there. They sent me to a psychiatric ward, and after extensive testing and counseling they sent me to Hawthrone.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Kizzy
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
twenty years
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
something close to nine years.
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
none yet.
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
Caution 2.0
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
Um... I'm a college student; culinary student majoring in baking and pastries. I love making food and crafting, I'm a complete nerd and a cosplayer who spends waaaaay too much time online and on rp sites ^^ So... that's me
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
cookiemonster

Ups and downs... Krisalyn's moods swung with ease to one extreme and then the other, from ecstatic, happy, and on top of the world to depressed, mopey and nothing short of miserable. It wasn't had to guess which position she was in at the current moment in time, she'd retreated to the back corner of the library, and was huddled on the floor with a small tower of books surrounding her. Nothing surprising really, she always did this on her down periods of time, Krisalyn would either bawl her eyes out for no reason whats so ever, sleep the days away in a cocoon of her blankets or sit in the back corner of the library and just read. Though admittedly, she just read stuff that pushed her further into the depths of her own despair.

Shifting ever so slightly, she drew her knee's up to her chest, rested her chin on her knee's and wrapping one arm around her legs, opening the book once again to the pages that she'd marked with a bookmark. Holding the book with one hand, she ran her finger's through her messy blonde hair, as green eyes darting across the page, soaking in the words. The words on the pages were a reprieve for her, they were an escape from a reality that never quite seemed quite as pleasant, books were full of happily ever afters, romances that swept a person off their feet, full of dreamer's pursuing and achieving dreams... reality wasn't nearly as sweet, reality was full of disappointments and fallen dreams, and loves lost, or worse, never gained.

Heaving a deep sigh, Krisalyn tilted her head back, gently banging it against the bookcase behind her, the book hung loosely from her fingers as she gazed up at the ceiling, her eyes seeing nothing as her mind wandered. She wondered, briefly, what a certain dark haired male was up to today, the mere thought of him causing the tiniest hint of a smile to curve over pink, slightly bitten, lips. Still, her mind didn't linger with the good thoughts, not surprising during her downward spirals, instead she mused about her brother, who she missed deeply, despite his betrayal, her step-father... well that was a dangerous road to allow her thoughts to travel down.

She shifted slightly where she was sitting, an irritated sound escaping her lips, her derriere had gone numb while she'd been reading, and the bookshelves were doing her back no justice. Standing, she cursed slightly as her joints popped, her tendency to retreat into herself as she read was definitely not the best thing in the world for her back. Picking up two of the books that were scattered around her, she made her way out of the isle to her usual seats, only to find one of them taken. Shifting, Krisalyn glanced at the unoccupied seat, she didn't know this man, and preferred not to sit near him... still.

A moment's indecision, and she'd seated herself in the other chair, and curled herself into a ball on the opposite side of the chair as far away from the other person as possible. Bare feet sank into the chair's cushions, as she pulled her knees up to her chest once more, shredded jeans revealing flashes of pale as ivory skin. Tucking her finger's into the sleeves of her hoodie, she retreated back into the depths of her book, glancing up uncomfortably every once in a while at the unknown man who sat near her.

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