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throwsquirrels) wrote2012-09-07 02:57 pm
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Name: Chi
Personal Journal:boomsticked
Time zone: CST
Contact: isthismymadness@gmail.com/boomsticking
Current Characters: n/a
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Name: Daryl Dixon
Canon Point: Season 2/end of ep. 13 Beside the Dying Fire
History: here
Personality: Daryl Dixon is a lot of things and not many of them are good. He's a redneck to the T, brash and crude plus quick to anger. He's got a lot of prejudice that he's not ashamed to show and a general lack of respect when it comes to authority. When he's angry, he can be pretty rash and act before thinking. Violence is usually his first instinct when this happens and he can be difficult to calm back down. It's gone so far that he's only backed off when he's had a gun pointed directly at his face.
Because of a rough upbringing, Daryl tends to keep himself and keep his defenses up. He's obviously very wary of letting anyone too close and will do anything to mask his vulnerability. At his core, he's a guy who wants to feel like he's valuable. He doesn't trust easily though and while he might try to deny it, there's always a fear of being left alone.
All that said, there is so much more to Daryl than just his flaws. Under that mask used to keep everyone at bay is someone who is quicker than most give him credit for. He isn't an idiot and he knows how to survive in a world that's never been too kind to him, even before the apocalypse. He's willing to put aside his prejudices for the good of the group and help them all equally, even if it means risking his own life out searching for one of their own.
It's new ground for Daryl to be part of a group or to feel like he's worth something. He's learning though and while he makes mistakes, it's obvious he doesn't want to let anyone down if he can help it.
Not much is known of his family beyond a bit of what he's told here and there. His father was a drunk and absent, leaving his older brother, Merle, to raise him. Unfortunately, Merle spent most of his time in and out of trouble, which actually left Daryl to mostly raise himself. Despite that, Daryl does seem to look up to his brother (He says no one is tougher than his brother without any hesitation) and seems to be loyal to him. That doesn't mean he won't recognize his brother's flaws though.
While Daryl has a short temper, he can also be rational and level-headed when it's important. He's blunt and doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything, always stating exactly what's on his mind. He's also not above butting heads with those he disagrees with, but it's usually always with the good of the group in mind.
Skills | Powers: Daryl is a regular human, so nothing supernatural. He is a skilled tracker and hunter. He's very skilled with crossbows and guns.
First Person Sample: Ah, hell... how am I supposed to work this damn thing again?
[A few moments of fiddling and the video turns on. Daryl comes into view, frowning down into the camera as he tries to position it to where he wants it. Once he has it where he wants it, he sits back, idly scratching at his cheek.]
So... Tartarus, huh? I had shit to do back home, you know. Best know I ain't real appreciative of gettin' dragged down here.
Third Person Sample: Daryl Dixon was no optimist, never had been. Life taught him it could always be a step away from kicking you right in the nuts, so best not to hope for too much and keep your feet on the ground. Head in the clouds, you didn't see the shit coming at you until it was too late. Still though, it was like a punch to the gut as he watched that barn door swing open and saw the little girl he'd been tracking for days and nights come shuffling out.
He'd let himself hope and believe they'd really find her. Shit, he'd nearly died looking for her when everyone around them just wanted to give up, mark her off as dead or gone. He hadn't been able to though... He could be a son of a bitch, but he hadn't been able to ignore some kid out there alone, taking care of herself in a world where the next face would sooner eat you than not. He knew what it was like to be alone and scared. Never had nobody come looking for him neither.
He'd wanted her to have somebody looking for her though. He wanted her to know people gave enough of a damn to look every day.
It was a real wonder he'd even got his limbs to move forward and grab onto Carol before she ran to her daughter. Or the thing that looked like her daughter, whatever. He'd felt almost frozen, numb with the realization of it all. All that hard work for nothing, not a damn thing. She'd been right under their noses all this time. She hadn't been scared or alone... she'd been dead. Those things didn't feel nothing.
And he'd nearly died for nothing. Goddamn.
He let that little girl down.
Name: Chi
Personal Journal:
boomstickedTime zone: CST
Contact: isthismymadness@gmail.com/boomsticking
Current Characters: n/a
|| Character Information ||
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Name: Daryl Dixon
Canon Point: Season 2/end of ep. 13 Beside the Dying Fire
History: here
Personality: Daryl Dixon is a lot of things and not many of them are good. He's a redneck to the T, brash and crude plus quick to anger. He's got a lot of prejudice that he's not ashamed to show and a general lack of respect when it comes to authority. When he's angry, he can be pretty rash and act before thinking. Violence is usually his first instinct when this happens and he can be difficult to calm back down. It's gone so far that he's only backed off when he's had a gun pointed directly at his face.
Because of a rough upbringing, Daryl tends to keep himself and keep his defenses up. He's obviously very wary of letting anyone too close and will do anything to mask his vulnerability. At his core, he's a guy who wants to feel like he's valuable. He doesn't trust easily though and while he might try to deny it, there's always a fear of being left alone.
All that said, there is so much more to Daryl than just his flaws. Under that mask used to keep everyone at bay is someone who is quicker than most give him credit for. He isn't an idiot and he knows how to survive in a world that's never been too kind to him, even before the apocalypse. He's willing to put aside his prejudices for the good of the group and help them all equally, even if it means risking his own life out searching for one of their own.
It's new ground for Daryl to be part of a group or to feel like he's worth something. He's learning though and while he makes mistakes, it's obvious he doesn't want to let anyone down if he can help it.
Not much is known of his family beyond a bit of what he's told here and there. His father was a drunk and absent, leaving his older brother, Merle, to raise him. Unfortunately, Merle spent most of his time in and out of trouble, which actually left Daryl to mostly raise himself. Despite that, Daryl does seem to look up to his brother (He says no one is tougher than his brother without any hesitation) and seems to be loyal to him. That doesn't mean he won't recognize his brother's flaws though.
While Daryl has a short temper, he can also be rational and level-headed when it's important. He's blunt and doesn't believe in sugarcoating anything, always stating exactly what's on his mind. He's also not above butting heads with those he disagrees with, but it's usually always with the good of the group in mind.
Skills | Powers: Daryl is a regular human, so nothing supernatural. He is a skilled tracker and hunter. He's very skilled with crossbows and guns.
First Person Sample: Ah, hell... how am I supposed to work this damn thing again?
[A few moments of fiddling and the video turns on. Daryl comes into view, frowning down into the camera as he tries to position it to where he wants it. Once he has it where he wants it, he sits back, idly scratching at his cheek.]
So... Tartarus, huh? I had shit to do back home, you know. Best know I ain't real appreciative of gettin' dragged down here.
Third Person Sample: Daryl Dixon was no optimist, never had been. Life taught him it could always be a step away from kicking you right in the nuts, so best not to hope for too much and keep your feet on the ground. Head in the clouds, you didn't see the shit coming at you until it was too late. Still though, it was like a punch to the gut as he watched that barn door swing open and saw the little girl he'd been tracking for days and nights come shuffling out.
He'd let himself hope and believe they'd really find her. Shit, he'd nearly died looking for her when everyone around them just wanted to give up, mark her off as dead or gone. He hadn't been able to though... He could be a son of a bitch, but he hadn't been able to ignore some kid out there alone, taking care of herself in a world where the next face would sooner eat you than not. He knew what it was like to be alone and scared. Never had nobody come looking for him neither.
He'd wanted her to have somebody looking for her though. He wanted her to know people gave enough of a damn to look every day.
It was a real wonder he'd even got his limbs to move forward and grab onto Carol before she ran to her daughter. Or the thing that looked like her daughter, whatever. He'd felt almost frozen, numb with the realization of it all. All that hard work for nothing, not a damn thing. She'd been right under their noses all this time. She hadn't been scared or alone... she'd been dead. Those things didn't feel nothing.
And he'd nearly died for nothing. Goddamn.
He let that little girl down.