Post by Dalton Stone on Mar 25, 2009 1:56:44 GMT -8
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Age: 20
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Name: Dalton Stone
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Age: 15
Birthday: October 1st
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Mother: Darcy Stone
Age: 33(?)
Relationship: Good.
Father: Peter Stone
Age: 33(?)
Relationship: Good.
Sibling(s): August, Alexis, Chris, Emily
Age(s): 16, 16, 11, 9.
Relationship(s): Varies.
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Personality (in 3-4 sentences):
Dalton used to love being outside. He was athletic and outdoorsy, and spent most of his childhood playing outdoors and finding different ways not to be cooped up inside. He was loud, hyper and had a habit of talking constantly. It was hard to stop him once he got going. Though, now he's far more reserved, quiet and spends most of his time in front of a television screen or with a book than hanging out outside.
History (in 3-4 sentences):
Dalton grew up as a normal little boy. As a child, he was typically sweet to his parents. While he caused trouble occasionally, it was never serious. He got along well with them, and idolized the two of them quite a bit. He had even tried to follow in his father's footsteps and had to have a camera by the age of four.
It was when he was eleven that everything changed. It was after school and he had gone to his friend's house after school. It was only a couple of blocks away and he'd insisted on walking home afterwards. It was that afternoon that he would make the biggest mistake of his life. It was raining, but since he only had to travel a couple of blocks, he didn't think anything of it. On his way home, however, a car pulled up next to him and a seemingly kind gentleman asked if he wanted to have a ride.
That visit to his friend's house was the last anyone saw of him.
Alone and scared, Dalton was taken hours away from his home. From there, his identity was forced to change. He was kept in the house of the man. For the first six months he wasn't allowed to leave the room he was kept in. But, as time wore on, he was allowed full roam of the house. After a year had passed, he had already developed Stockholm Syndrome. He knew who his family was and that they were looking for him, but he could never contact them. He felt as though his kidnapper would always know.
While he never forgot his real parents, the man had taken on a bit of a fatherly role to him. He taught him, took care of him and even took him out occasionally. It didn't take away from the series of abuse that he underwent in his care, but he'd become so used to it that he connected with it. Most of his spare time was spent reading, playing video games and watching TV. The bright, talkative boy turned very quickly into a more reclusive version of himself.
It was on an outing that Dalton finally got the courage to run away. He had been taken out to a café where the news was broken to him. The man was thinking of picking up someone new, when he referred to him as a younger brother, it made him sick to his stomach. But, pretending that he was accepting of it, he slipped off to the washroom and made his escape. Terrified and unsure, he crawled out a window and ran. He ran as fast as he could, almost certain he'd find him. It was from a payphone that he made that call-- The only number he remembered was from when he was eleven. He only prayed the number hadn't changed.
Likes (list 10-15):
Books.
TV.
Bikes.
Girls.
Sports.
Music.
Chinese Food.
Photography.
Friends.
His family.
Dislikes (list 10- 20):
Being afraid.
Change.
Losing his family.
Abuse.
Cinnamon.
The dark.
Silence.
Snakes.
Rain.
Quirks/Mannerisms: Dalton has an issue with idle hands. He can't keep them still and tends to fiddle with anything in his reach. In addition, he has periods of silence where he just can't seem to speak up.
Flaws: Trust used to be his number one flaw, because he would entrust himself with anybody. Although now, it's become the opposite and he can't trust strangers.
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