RHODES, dallas eden

[dallas eden rhodes]

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F U L L N A M E ,
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Dalls Eden Rhodes

N I C K N A M E S,
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None.

A G E ,
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nineteen, august 20th

G E N D E R ,
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female

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ,
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heterosexual

T O W N I E / F A C U L T Y / S T U D E N T ,
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townie

R E S I D E N T I A L C O L L E G E ,
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J O B ,
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bartender part time, store clerk part time

Y E A R ,
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H O M E T O W N ,
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cali, bby

L I K E S ,
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parties ,,
sex ,,
games ,,
revenge ,,
alexander joseph franklin ,,
drinking ,,
dancing ,,
touchy- feel-y relationships ,,
old cars ,,
stick shifts ,,
races ,,
jeans ,,
hoodies ,,
boots ,,
tender kisses ,,
chinese take out food containers ,,
military men ,,
sports ,,
fall ,,
summer ,,
pups ,,
classic movie moments ,,

D I S L I K E S ,
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kittens and cats .
winter .
nights alone .
ratty old couches .
roaches .
hard bass .
fishing .
love .
alexander joseph franklin .
doctors .
graveyards .
heartbroken, crying girls .

S E C R E T S ,
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she's out to break his heart
completely heartbroken
afraid to fall in love again

F E A R S ,
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falling in love
falling for him, again
being out at sea

G O A L S ,
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break his heart
go to college

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S ,
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seductive
deceiver
revengeful
bitchy yet sweet
party girl
hurt
pretending
ruthless
witty
sharp
jealous
protective

F A M I L Y ,
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mother: joanne, forty years old, daycare owner
father: jacob, fifty years old, ex navy seal
others: a few of the kids her mother takes care of mean a lot to her; Julianna who is five, Reme who is three, and Brogan who is two.

B E H I N D T H E F A C E ,
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oh hello. my name's MICHELLE and i've been role-playing for THREE years. DALLAS EDEN RHODES looks a lot like JENNA DEWAN and is amongst ZERO other characters i play, and i found this site through A RANDOM ADVERT

R P E X A M P L E ,
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Thank God it was Friday. That was all Devon could think in the ridiculous cheerleader uniform she was currently sporting. Because being a cheerleader meant that every Friday you dressed in uniform to show your cheerleader spirit. Too bad it was non existent with Devon. Roman had been the one to sign her up as a cheerleader. He'd never admit it, but she knew it was him behind it. And she was damned if she didn't get her revenge back. She felt ridiculous in the uniform, even though everyone she saw and knew were telling her she looked great. Didn't every cheerleader look great? Wasn't that the whole job of being a cheerleader? Looking good twenty four seven? Whatever. Devon thought it was and it wasn't her thing. But she needed to keep her smile on and just keep conversing with the people who spoke to her since she couldn't just ignore them. Now that she was cheerleader a number of the younger years looked up to her and though she was the shit that spit out sunshine. As stated previously, she felt ridiculous. And she was going to do everything she could to get back at her best friend, "Roman Carter, you are so dead." She muttered to herself, looking over at the classroom clock. It told her that the bell for lunch was supposed to have ran already. Stupid school time. She stood up anyway, and gathered her things, ignoring as the teacher kept on talking. There were benefits in being a cheerleader after all, she decided, once she slipped out of the classroom door without one comment from the teacher. She peered down at the uniform and pulled the shirt up a little, hating how the uniform showed off nothing worth showing off. Of course, the one time she'd actually end up in a cheerleader uniform it wasn't even skimpy.

She rolled her eyes a little, letting the shirt go so that it would cover up her naval again and just made her way to the cafeteria. Normally, she was supposed to sit with the rest of the cheerleader group, but she was sick of hearing the word cheer and cheerleader and didn't want to hear their loud, annoying voices anymore today. All they did was bug her about Roman Carter anyway. Ha, being his best friend sure came with a lot. She let her backpack drop onto one of the cafeteria tables, glad that Helton took pride in their cleanliness and appearance. The tables weren't cheap, anyone could tell just by looking at them. And the janitors were hired to clean up any spots and leave the surfaces glistening. Devon hated it but was glad she didn't have to worry about getting her stuff dirty. She pulled her hair down from its high ponytail that was yet another regulation with the school. Hair up, uniform and pristine manner. God, this school was going to kill her one day. It was like the exact opposite of what she was. She ruffled her hair a little, missing the way it felt when it was down, since she'd had it up the whole for school. But she had to tie it back up so she wouldn't get into trouble. Then she pulled at the shirt again and the skirt that went all the way down to her knees. Well it was supposed to, but she'd managed to get a size smaller so that it was shorter, but every cheerleader did that, so there was no reason to actually go with a knee length skirt. She tied her hair back up and plopped down onto the table, not caring that she was sitting on the table, there was no one around to kick her off just yet.

She reached into her bag for a while before pulling out of her text books. There was paper sticking out from it, which was really the homework she hadn't finished yet. She pulled out her favorite pen, green ink, and chewed on the end while she looked over the work, not looking up when people started to pile in. She heard her name called a few times, but she just waved a hand not even looking up from her work. Her school work was probably the nerdiest thing about her since she cared about her work being presentable and everything. most people didn't believe she did her own work, but she did. School wasn't something that was difficult for her, just the tedious, time consuming classes.

[-- KELLEY]