Dante KeysKeys aren't just meant for locksAbout your characterCeleb face:
Toshi from Five (manga)Name:
Student at St. Vlad;; NoviceSexuality:
Pale blue that they look almost white sometimes.Hair:
Grey, steel grey. He was born with it and high lights the tip of his hair to be shades of purple. His hair reaches down to his shoulders in the back.Height:
130 lbs.Distinguishing features:
He has two tattoos, one along his left arm and his back. The tattoo on his arm are more of a tribal marking, not particularly symbolizing something. The one on his arm
runs down from the tip of his shoulder to half way past his elbow. The one on his back
covers basically is near the bottom of his shoulder blades. Body Type:
Half way between lanky and muscular. Quite flexible really.Appearance:
At a height of five feet seven and still growing, Dante usually towers most of the people his age and weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. Broad shoulders and a slim waist, Dante was never the kind of guy that did weight lifting. Rather, he was the one doing all sorts of gymnastics at his age. From cart wheels to back flips and so on, Dante is as thin as a stick. So yeah, he is the lanky kind of person. His skin tone, not quite tan and not the translucent kind either, Dante is more of a very pale tan color. His eyes are just as pale as his skin tone, a nice glacier blue if one would. Covering his eyes are his pair of black rimmed glasses to help him see well since he is far sighted. Since he'd rather wear glasses than contacts, Dante doesn't always need to wear his glasses. His hair is a peculiar shade, gray where it should be black or brown in many cases. but no it's a plain old gray. Running down towards his shoulders, Dante's hair is thick and silky. The edges of his locks dyed deep violet and lighter streaks of an orchid. As to what Dante wears, his signature colors are black and white. On those days where he's just lazy, it's a simple black jeans and a white shirt. On a bit colder days, he's most likely wearing the same thing except for a light blue shirt and a white jacket to wear with his black jeans. And for those really formal occasions, a black and white suit with gold thread embroidery works just fine for him. Although many of his jacket sleeves are much longer than his arms and reach all the way down to the tips of his fingers. When he wears a t-shirt, he happens to wear some arm warmers at the same time, hoping to lessen the physical contact with any girl he meets. He does have a habit of wearing a silver key around his neck, one that he jokes is the key to his diary or his heart. In reality, it's just a simple silver key for no use. On his right ring finer, he wears a silver ring. The only designs upon it is a simple star with curls (~) around it. On the inside that countsLikes:
Flowers, Sunsets, books mostly on fiction, silver colored things, feeling his hair being brushed. Dislikes:
Impolite and rude people, law breakers, alcohol, the color red, and most girlsStrengths:
Dependable and loyal as a friend, the boy scout, lovable little brother/ protective older brother figure. Weaknesses:
He's pretty sensitive, most insults stab him in the heart. He can be pretty cold sometimes to though. Fears:
Girls and women, he's gynephobicGeneral personality:
He's your Boy Scout. Dante has always been the one helping others. Imagine some little ten year old kid helping an elderly person crossing the street despite their grouchy comments. Not only will he help others, he just doesn't expect to get things back. He was always been the boy that helped out around the neighborhood. Retrieving groceries from someone's car or even just running to the store to buy something. All for nothing, not even a quarter, in return. Dante is dead honest. If you ask him a direct question as to how he feels about something, he'll give his opinion out after sugar coating it. He has and never will be the one that likes to say hurtful things. He tends to sugar coating everything before saying it out loud. Not that it might make the other person feel better, but it makes him feel somewhat less like a bully. The only time you'll find him lying is when he really absolutely needs to. This would be all the time, since heís the playful one. He tends to keep secrets from his friends, especially when it comes to surprises.
Like an older brother that people never had, or perhaps the little brother. Whichever role Dante plays, he is just as good as any family. Many times when he has had a companion younger than he is, Dante had always shown his protective and motherly like state. Most of the time he tends to spoil whoever his friend is, showering them in candy and toys. For those that are a bit older, he usually tries to act more childish and really naive. As for having a friend older than him, he tends to act more reckless and childish around them. Such as launching him at them for a hug or even yelling their names out in the middle of a crowded street.
Dante is over protective, especially when it comes to things that belong to him. If something is missing, even a pencil, he tends to get fired up right away and wonít rest until he finds where it has gone. Friends and family are also on this list of being over protective. Sure people donít belong to people, but they are HIS friends. And so, classified to him, they are in his possession. Anyone that dares to harm them in anyway, whether he was present or not, will be hunted down and dealt with. An eye for an eye as they would say, and if that isnít possible heíll just have to resort in finding something else that equals the same amount of damage that the person had inflicted on his friend.
Heís sensitive. Quite the one that cries whenever someone says something mean to him. Stupid and idiot arenít the things that Iím talking about; itís more like how he acts and how that person just despises him for it. Whenever that happens, Danteís most likely going to go into a depression type of state for a few hours or so. However, if there is someone that just wants to cheer him up, all they have to do is just sit and stare at him. Strange as it is, it always works. There is just something about people just staring him straight in the face that he finds so amusing. He is also sensitive on certain subject as well. Such as when people make fun of his little phobia over girls or even making fun of how he looks. At first he might ignore it, but eventually it will get to him. And when or if that person finally feels like apologizing, Dante is always ready to forgive and forget. Being the one that believes in second chances, Dante never holds a grudge against another person. Itís the way things are.
There is a serious side of Dante, the one that is all business and no play. He can instantly have that goof ball facade broken down when he wants to. People had better think twice on who they want to deal with, the happy go lucky boy or the much more serious type. When it does come down to business, Dante is focused on the task that must be accomplished. No matter what obstacle, big or small, will hinder his way until his goal is achieved. He can get pretty stubborn at times when this happens, never giving up and practically doing whatever it takes to win. Following orders comes with ease to Dante, taking a liking to having something to do rather than lounging around on a couch all day. Not only that, but he is quite happy with helping those that are in charge of him.
As mentioned before, he does have a phobia over girls or anything that's female. It's not like when he sees a girl that he just starts screaming, no it's just skin to skin contact that he is very unnerved about. If you were to just casually talk to him, he is fine with that. However, if a woman gets very close to him, like three feet away, he tends to become tense and edgy. When someone does touch him, even if it's just a finger brushing against his hand, he jolts up and yelps. Not only that, he'll back away as far as he can get, like to the other side of the room. After that happens, it takes a while for him to just calm down. Anything larger than that might cause him to scream and run out of the building in pure terror. When it comes to animals that are females, he doesn't mind the skin to fur/feather/scales/ etc. He flinches every now and again, but eventually he will get used to it.
Just because he has a phobia involving girls doesn't mean that he becomes prejudice when it comes to deciding matters or taking sides. He follows what he believes is right and would rather be neutral rather than anything. He finds this cycle of good versus evil so boring at many times. Sometimes he just wants to pull one of them aside and ask them why they're fighting for in the first place. Dante is gentle to many things. Nature being one of his favorite things in the world, he loves flowers and butterflies the best out of them all. You'll find him just sitting for hours just wandering around in a flower garden while admiring all the many beautiful lilies or irises there are. As for butterflies, he'll run after a butterfly with a giant net as well. Even though he loves butterflies, he isn't quite happy with their counterparts of a moth or a dragonfly. He even has a sweet tooth, tending to love things that taste of fruit, citruses in particular.
There are a few things that Dante hates. One of his dislikes would be those awkward tense and silent moments. They just make him agitated and tense as well. Not only that but he has this queasy feeling that he should just get up and run before the whole situation just goes up in smoke. Another thing he despises is people that just don't get what animals are. He finds it disgusting when people just answer that they are just tools for them to use and will, by all means, try and knock some sense into the fool. Last but not least, comes down to his deep hatred of closed and confined spaces. Not to confuse it with being claustrophobic, he just doesn't like being indoors. He can hardly sit around on a chair, much less even stand still. He'll be often seen pacing around the room and fidgeting with objects. HistoryParents:
Skylar (Dhampir) and Madison (Moroi)Siblings:
noneWhere were you born:
Down by the bay in happy dappy CaliforniaHistory:
It all started when the couples were in love. *shot* Ok lets skip this. Skylar Keys was an officer working with the well known Fabers, or as many would call him a flunky. He was a regular six foot five with bright blue eyes and a well trimmed black hair cut to boot. Skylar had always had a strong sense of justice, feeling as though someone should be there to protect the weak and the innocent from harm. Back then Strigoi and Moroi were just starting their little clash with one another. And one thing for sure, Skylar was rather peeved at the two. Moroi pleaded justice, loyalty, and judgment on the cruel and guilty. However, their methods were not the ones that he would agree with. No, Skylar was the one that wanted nothing more than to just bring chaos into order by laws and rules. So he was humble enough to settle with the police force. Not to get it confused by the FBI, who had not been founded till just recently, Skylar worked with the regular police task force. Later along his career, now Colonel, Skylar met Miss Madison. Well, Madison Tulane to be exact. She was a lovely person, both in appearance and in personality. With a petite frame and warm green eyes, Madison was almost the opposite of how Skylar appeared. However she had the same ideals as Skylar and the two seemed to be meant for each other. So they dated, got married, and finally had a kid.
Dante was born here in California, just on the outskirts of Los Angeles. His proud parents were Skylar Keys and Madison Tulane, were rather curious on how their child would be like. Their child looked nothing that resembled them. Sure Dante had his father's eyes and his mother's fragile looking frame, but never the less he was different. It all came down to the hair and personality. In truth, the first couple years were pleasant. Dante was always the little boy scout, the one that always looked up to his father and asked Skylar to list his day's events one by one. Nothing pleased the little boy more than just sitting in his mother's lap while listening to his father's stories. Schools were nothing more than a bother, having just sat at his desk and hear his teacher ramble on about math and English. Even listening to his fellow peers proved boring as well. Honestly, it was no fun being cooped up in that stuffy classroom until the bell rang for recess.
Despite all this, he was always receiving high marks. However, it wasn't school that troubled him, it was home. Trouble in paradise as one would call it, Madison was being requested by her father to return home immediately. Skylar understood that it was her father's wish, but it wasn't that pleasing. Dante's mother was rather forlorn, having ran off from home to live as she pleased. Apparently, Dante's grandfather demanded that she return and cut all ties with Skylar and Dante at once. Dante, having been four years old at the time, had no idea what was going on. His mother was constantly weeping and was packing all her clothes into suitcases. And his father, didn't exactly provide the explanation he needed. 'She's going on a little trip' was all Skylar would say before walking away. Whenever school got out, Dante was always the first one out of the gates. Running down the sidewalk straight back to his apartment building where his Mother was home. Except, this time, she wasn't there to greet him. This sparked concern, he had no idea when his mother would leave. And surely she would have told him before hand, but Dante was not warned and spent the rest of that afternoon on his own.
The next few days had gone by and the household was dark and no longer warm and inviting as it once was. Dante was forced to do everything himself since his father did not arrive home till late in the evening. Homework, showering, cleaning, and even trying to make dinner became tasks for Dante. All the while when he was at home, a sudden thought drifted in his head. 'Mom's gone.' And that's when he remembered that one old man down the street. His wife had left him decades ago, divorcing or running off, Dante couldn't quite remember. Either way, the wizened old man was always depressed and was very antisocial towards everyone. The only person or animal that actually went near him was his cat. And he did not want that to happen to his Dad. No, he loved his Dad more than his Mom now. After all, his Dad didn't leave him.
Years past by and eventually made Dante now eight years of age. The bond between Dante and his father were deep and strong. Each one was like a tree for one of them to lean one when they felt down. His memories of his mother were almost forgotten, her voice lost in the years. Even his image of her was blurry, foggy around the edges where it should have been clear. There was no news from Madison since she had left and Dante could no longer care. His father was now working full time at the police force rather than part time now and Dante could fare just as well on his own.
One day, Skylar was approached by Officer Faber asking if he would possibly do her a favor. Apparently, all the other Fabers were having a family meeting over at her house this afternoon and she could not possibly just cancel the gathering. Despite the fact that they had just arrested a Strigoi -who was going to spill a whole bunch of useful information for Guardians to use- late last night and was due for an interrogation, Officer Faber simply asked Skylar to move it back until after she had come back from the gathering. Agreeing, Skylar waved Officer Jenny off before settling down at the front desk with a stack of paper work to go through. Unaware of what was going on, the power went down. Being cloudy and story that day, it seemed likely that something as a power failure would occur. Still, Skylar went down to the holding cells to see if the arrested Strigoi had not yet escaped. As soon as he was entering the hall way, Skylar was instantly killed by a strigoi's fangs.
Running home that day, Dante decided to drop by his father's office at the time. Having just finished school early and returning home, his dad's office was just along the way there. Pulling open the door, it was oddly quiet. Not only that but the lights was off and wouldn't work despite the numerous times he flicked the switch off and on. Looking around, he ventured farther in, two scared to bother calling out his father's name. It was almost as though he was five again, trying to walk down the dark hallway without making a sound and hoping monsters would not leap out at him. Creeping silently down the deserted hallway, he turned around the corner and peered down it. His eyes widened from shock and pure terror. For upon the floor were two bodies and a person standing above them. Bright red blood was splattered all over the walls and formed a crimson puddle on the ground, the lifeless body of the unfortunate Grunt and his father. But it was the person that was still alive that scared him more. Because standing over the two of them was Officer Jenny.
It was one of those wrong time, wrong place scenarios. The good Officer had only arriving a few seconds before Dante had appeared. Luckily, Skylar had prepared a will in case he was to die in the line of duty. So the traumatized boy was sent off to his Godfather's home down in Rosemary. Now his Godfather was one of Skylar's friends that had retired from serving in the police force a few years before. Having agreed to help one another in case some ill will were to fall on either of them, Dante was sent to live with Tristan Cuttler and his wife Caitlin in Rosemary Village.
Having first arrived, Dante's phobia of girls had just begun and was at its highest peak. He wouldn't let anyone near him within four meters that was a woman and was utterly in a state of shock for the next three days. A week later, after calming down and finally coming out of his shell, Dante wasnít his same old self. His phobia was still present and he didnít quite trust anyone yet. Well anyone that wasnít his Godfather. His wife Caitlin tried to mother him but refrained from getting to near. Setting aside plates of cookies or treats before retreating into some other room. A couple months past by and his phobia began to calm down into a tolerable level of allowing Caitlin near him. However, he flinched each time she patted him on the head. Never the less, he began to open up once more into that little boy scout of a lad he once was.PlayerPlayer name:
14Where do you live?:
Sunny CaliforniaAny other characters on this site?:
Nope, not yet at leastContact information:
MSN: firstname.lastname@example.org. Email: email@example.comHow long have you been R.Ping for?:
1 year, almost two now.Where did you hear about Vampire Academy?:
Advertisement on Mysste. www.mysste.proboards.comMiscellaneous InfoRp Sample:
Within the Darkness.....
Bright sunlight flew down from the sun, warming and filling every corner of the earth with light. Baby blue skies blanketed the glowing orb as they were also flanked by dozens of clouds. Tall sky scrapers reached up to the skies as their sharp spears threatened to pierce the heavens above them. Windows sparkled like jewels, having been cleaned every day so that they could be free from dust, dirt, and all the manners of bird poop you could imagine. Most people would expect cities to be filled with identical block shaped buildings, but Pristine City was the opposite. It was as though the architects that had designed this city were also artists. Each building had intricate decorations upon their rooftops and along the sides of windows. Stone gargoyles sat at the highest of buildings in the shape of legendary Pokemon. Streets were lacking their cars and huge buses traveled by carrying dozens of people-le at a time, but people mostly walked here in the city. There was no time to hail down a taxi since there was hardly an vehicles present. Normal sidewalks were still a dark grey as they would be, but to most visitor's amazement there was no gum residue stuck on them. Even alleys were rid of garbage and unneeded materials. Every where you looked, there was a trashcan and a recycling can. Trees and bushes were planted in even intervals at a time upon the sidewalks of the city, giving it the casual country in the city feel. Hail Pristine City, the most clean and shining City in the Mysste Region.
Red eyes watched the city from above, scanning the buildings one by one and watching people nonchalantly walking on the sidewalks below. Silver white strands of hair blew floated in the air as soft winds blew them back from his face. Creamy skin was revealed as it showed a smooth and serious look. The boy's hands clung onto glossy beige feathers that belonged to a colossal bird. The eagle like Pokemon kept on angling itself to keep in tune with the wind, using it to propel them a bit faster. Powerful strokes came from the Pidgeot's wings as ti continued to travel through the city, easily avoiding any buildings as she waited for her trainer to tell her where to land. Alex was practically riding his Pidgeot by kneeling on it, since the bird did need room to flap it's wings. His trench coat fluttered in the breeze behind him, the thin cotton material was wrapped loosely around him. Even his bag was bouncing on his hips as it swung back and forth. The coat had a simple design, a light tan with darker brown stripes. His cargo pants matched it as well as it was held up with a snowflake buckled belt. Shifting his position a bit, Alex leaned in the direction he wanted to go in. "Two o'clock, Jet. The tall building over there with the garden at the top."
Black rubber soles dug into the soft grassy garden at the top of the building. Alex's hands ran themselves down the Pidgeot's feathered body before looking up at the Pokemon with kind and gentle eyes. "Thanks, Jet" The teenager said before raising it's poke ball and returning the bird. Looking around, Alex quickly memorized the rooftops detail. He had landed upon a helicopter pad, labeled with Nightshade's insignia, clearly pointing it out as an NS base. Beneath it was a small fine crack, obviously meaning that it was able to deploy and store helicopters underneath it. Although, today Alex wasn't on a mission and was just returning to give a report. No, today he was coming to find out more about Nightshade and their members.
His eyes finally settled onto a small door at the edge of one side of the roof, the door leading to a pair of staircases as he soon found out. As quickly and quietly as he could, the Enforcer shot down the stair case. Taking three stairs at a time, the silver haired boy soon reached the bottom. Despite being a high ranked member in the organization, Alex had to keep this small task a secret from everyone. The Boss himself had made sure that every outside connection he had was practically exterminated. His family and previous friends were all annihilated, all to make sure that the prodigy would be kept in line. Looking down a corridor, the place was practically empty except for the pair of guards stationed at the end of the hallway. There has to be something important behind that door if they're guarding it.... Logic came into Alex's head in an instant. A small grin appeared on his face as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a poke ball. This'll be easy.. Alex thought before releasing his Pokemon from it's poke ball.
Materializing from the bright red beam was a overgrown mouse like Pokemon. It's neon orange fur stood out as it scratched it's ears with it's chocolate paws. "Raichu Rai?"<Whasup Alex?> The Raichu asked before lashing it's whip like tail in excitement. Judging from his trainer's face, it probably involved something fun. "I need you to go over there and say hello to those guards. Give them a strong and firm handshake ok?" Alex whispered as his Raichu stifled a laugh. "Rairai chu"<Gotcha Alex> Streak said before scampering around the corner and down the hall.
"HEY! What's a Raichu doing down here?" A gruff voice said as the guard stared down at the small electric mouse. His partner on the other hand had nothing to say, but came to Streak's defense. "What could it possibly do? Look how cute it is!" The other guard said before he reached down and plucked the Raichu from the ground. Streak just smiled and acted as adorable as he could as he wagged his tail. Holding out his paws to both of them, the Raichu made out a handshake motion. "Aaawww! How C-" The voice was cut off as soon as the both of them had held onto Streak's paw. "Raichu rairai~"<Have a nice nap~> The electric mouse said before signaling his trainer to come.
Grabbing the ID keys from the unconscious guards, Alex quickly slide them through the lock. A quiet beep and a flash of green light was all he needed to know before opening the door. Streak perched easily on his shoulder, since he didn't want to return into his poke ball. Although what Alex saw wasn't quite what he had in mind. Instead of file cabinets or towering book cases, he found a primitive jail house. The floor wasn't tiled as they were in the hallway, it was made of dark rough concrete. "W-what is this?" Alex whispered in shock and disgust as he saw old blood stains across the floor. The hairs on the back of neck pricked as he covered his nose and mouth with his hands. The scent of blood was intoxicating and only got worse the deeper he went in. His eyes took in the sights of empty cells and cold steel bars. Streaks and puddles of blood both old and somewhat recent were everywhere. "SHIT." Was all Alex could say before his eyes set themselves upon a familiar figure.
His hands gripped the cold metal bars, almost as though Alex could think that he was able to pull them apart. "VINCE! GET UP!" Alex shouted, not caring if another pair of guards had heard and were coming his way. "Streak, iron tail!" The Raichu didn't need to be told twice, since it's tail began to glow a cold white and lashed out at the iron lock. Slicing the cell door's lock in two and swinging the door wide open for his trainer. Running past Streak, Alex fell to his knees right next to the crumpled figure. "Vince?" Alex said again hesitantly, not wanting to move him in case his wounds were really serious.
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Dante is already one of my created characters xD