flynn, dexter axel

[dexter axel flynn]

*DEXTER AXEL FLYNN,

“What would I give to live where you are?
What would I pay to stay here beside you?
What would I do to see you smiling at me?”

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*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: dexter axel flynn - mom and dad expected a boy, what can you do?
» NICKNAMES: dex, trekkie (it's star wars, losers!), flynnigan
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: seventeen, september fifth
» GENDER: double x chromosomes, please
» ORIENTATION: straight
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: junior, mckinley high
» CLUBS: jazz club || art club
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: original

*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: dex has wavy, medium brown hair with reddish-blond highlights, falling roughly halfway down her back.
» EYES: somewhat almond-shaped with brown irises.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: at around 5'6", and by the looks of it, just on the healthy part of the bmi
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: one single, stray freckle on her left cheek
» STYLE: out of bed, aka "i rolled out of bed into the living room and found i had dressed myself along the way"; wears mostly t-shirts and over sized jeans, worn down and wrinkled, with a pair of run-down doc martens to finish it up.
» BODY TYPE: she might not be the smallest girl on the block, but aside from height, mother nature did not bequeath a lot of curves on little dex; she's stick-like at best.
» PLAY-BY: natalie portman

*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES:

» DISLIKES:

[/i] self esteem whatsoever.)
[-] slushies (after taking one too many to the face, you kind of stop liking them all together.)
[-] getting bullied
[-] bullies[/ul]
» STRENGTHS:

» WEAKNESSES:

» SECRETS:

» GOALS:

» OVERALL PERSONALITY: If you know that stereotype of your average girl-next-door, that basically summarizes what Dexter is all about. She's a kind, gentle soul who hasn't quite developed as some other girls her age; with no interest in wearing make up, fashion or anything that remotely looks like popularity, Dexter is usually just there. Not a care in the world, and that's exactly how she likes it. Really, if she could disappear in the background she'd be the happiest girl in the world. She's not exactly shy, per say, but Dexter functions better without the pressure of other people noticing her. She's not afraid to talk to strangers or voice her opinion in a random conversation that does not concern her, and in that light could be viewed as a little rash, but aside from that, Dex just really likes to be alone.

Dexter doesn't make the fact that she doesn't have much confidence in herself much of a secret. She is quick to pass off the lead guitar to someone else despite her skill, preferring a more comfortable spot on stage, a little further back and behind everyone else. The occasions that Dex does behave a little more outgoing are usually when she's 'in character'. Cosplaying allows her some relief of sorts, enabling her to act like someone entirely different from herself. She creates all her outfits herself, and that's really the only thing Dexter believes she's good at; tailoring. It gives her a sense of accomplishment, finishing a costume, and Dexter usually prefers spending a night putting an outfit together over a night on the town.
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*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: nathalie flynn-sawyer and ian flynn
» SIBLINGS: none
» PETS: jax, a male welsh corgi pembroke of barely six months old.
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none... yet?
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: brian flynn, dex's uncle. he's unemployed but for some reason always manages to expand his comic book collection and take his niece out to cons. dex really doesn't care; she just admires the crap out of the guy. plays lead guitar in a rush-tribute band that currently consists of... him.
» HISTORY:

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely word... Nathalie Sawyer was indeed, Being forced to move to crappy Lima in crappy Ohio, the sixteen year old was less than pleased with her parents, her new house, her new school... The world was not a nice place for her to be. The girl grudgingly progressed through high school, sat through bullying for her strange behaviour, her self-made clothes and her choice in music (AC/DC, Slayer, Guns 'n Roses were not exactly the kind of bands girls were supposed to be into) and after a few gruelling years, barely graduated. All that time, Ian Flynn had been watching her. He, as one of the more popular kids, was not supposed to find a girl like Nathalie attractive. He wasn't supposed to shout at his pals after they bullied her. But well... He kinda did.

Ian gave up on his football scholarship, citing that he didn't really care for the sport in the end (much to his father's annoyance, as you might imagine) and chose to pursue this strange, strange girl. When she took a job working at a local grocery store in Lima, Ian applied at the same place in order to be close to her. It took Nathalie a while to realize exactly what was going on; once she found out, she got into a fight with Ian which ended on more, uhm... intimate terms. Mild violence did always turn her on. From that point on, Nathalie's and Ian's relationship was more or less formed; the spent a few years dancing around each other, breaking off their relationship and making up a few years later until Ian finally dropped the bomb and asked Nathalie to marry him. Dexter was conceived not too long after the marriage, during a Guns 'n Roses concert (or rather, on the parking lot after the concert). Convinced that they were expecting a boy, names were set in stone before Dexter was even born.

You can imagine the surprise when their much-anticipated Dexter Axel Flynn turned out to be a girl instead of a baby boy.

Despite her masculine name, Dexter grew up to be a happy, healthy little girl, interested in girly things like every little lady should. Disney films, her little tea set and her mommy's make-up made up the first few years of Dex's life; the guitars and the hard rock didn't come in until sometime after grade school. Nathalie encouraged her daughter to pick up a guitar and learn to play whereas Dexter herself was more interested in trying to recreate Belle's yellow ball gown, a 'conflict' that was resolved by giving Dexter a compromise. Nathalie would set her daughter on a chair for an hour every day, a guitar propped up in her lap, and Dexter had a choice; she could either play or not, as long as she stayed in that chair for an hour and not a minute less. From middle school onward, Dexter's days were filled with homework, tailoring, music and the occasional moving of boxes in the grocery store run by her parents, and as the years went by, the girl was pressured more and more by her parents to succeed where they had not. A scholarship was a must, and since Dexter showed no interest in sports whatsoever, art was the logical choice. Dex made it into the art club of McKinley High before she was even enrolled.

It was mainly thanks to the art club and her skill at tailoring that Dexter didn't get teased as bad as her mother did when she was her age; that kind of torture was apparently reserved for the Glee kids and them only. She was shoved a few sports down the social ladded when she joined the jazz club, but Dexter didn't quite care. She was background noise, after all, in the happy middle between being incredibly popular or so unpopular that you get bullied over it. That didn't mean she didn't feel sorry for those poor kids in Glee; every opportunity to help them out, Dexter seized with both hands. You needed some guitar tunes? You got it. Costumes needed to get tailored? Look no further. Despite not having found enough of a voice to make herself known in New Directions (Or anywhere else in school, really), Dexter admires the Glee club and what they stand for: equal ground between the popular and the unpopular, big and small, gay, straight and bi. Her admiration grew only stronger after their defeat in last year's sectionals. They were going to win this year for sure, and whatever support she could offer, Dex would gladly give.

*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: liz
» AGE: twenty
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: since i was... twelve? this is the first time actually doing something in a high school setting, however.
» HOW YOU FOUND US: advertisement on willowvale academy
» CODE PHRASE: admin edit
» RP SAMPLE:

It had been approximately fifteen minutes since December was brought to the infirmary by a bloke named Jared. He explained to the best of his abilities what had happened; the little beat-up breeder herself hadn't said a word throughout the entire explanation. Offered no insight, wouldn't even reveal who knocked her around so badly. Jared was dismissed, as were the curious students that had followed him around, hoping to get more information, and the nurses quickly tended to the girl's injuries. Cuts and bruises, hairs ripped out, a sprained wrist and some other little things; December didn't even bother to try and remember what the nurses said. She felt blank, and hollow... and most of all alone.

Upon realizing the girl in their care wasn't going to open up anytime soon, the nurses left December to curl up in her bed, her wounds cleaned up and bandaged. Quietly, the breeder pulled up her covers with her good hand and hid underneath them, lying motionlessly for a moment or two before tears welled up in her eyes. She had messed up, messed up so badly... She had picked a fight with a top twelve student, for the second time, a-and she even hit first! She was going to be kicked out of school for sure. She'd lose all her Pokémon and would be shipped right back to England, to never ever come back. All because Samantha had to rub it in, had to just push her buttons and... make her so angry. December couldn't recall the last time she'd ever been this mad.

Hot tears rolled down December's busted cheeks, and the girl sobbed loudly before burying her face in her pillow. Nothing like this would have ever happened if she just didn't go out to the river that day, if Raphael hadn't wandered off and drew Alex' attention. Then she wouldn't have liked him, wouldn't even know he existed except for maybe through the rumors floating down the hallways. Samantha wouldn't have thought she was sleeping with him and wouldn't have attacked her... And she wouldn't have been so upset about Roxie sleeping with Alexander.

Which was stupid. She had no reason to feel anything about that. Hadn't she assured Alexander she knew what he did, and that she didn't mind? Yes, she had. Yes, but then why was she so upset?! She wasn't supposed to feel anything, they'd agreed they would just go their separate ways and wouldn't mind at all... And truthfully, the attention Reynaldo gave her made her feel special, made her forget if only for a moment.

Could it be that she really was...

Her tears slowly subsided, and December pulled her head out from under her pillow. Maybe it was all just for the better if she got kicked from school. Yeah, it probably was.

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