Gairden, Dakota

[Dakota Gairden]

LADiES && GENTLEMEN MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU,,
DAKOTA OWENGAIRDEN

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alright, so you can call me Night and i have been kicking it in The Pacific for 20 summers. i’m pulling the strings of one puppet and they go by Dakota Gairden! alright well enough about me kidd, lets get to the main player, BUT if you need to get at me you can contact me at [e-mail](MSN), no problem!

LETS JUST COVER THE BASICS, ALRIGHT?

full name: Dakota Owen Gairden
how do we pronounce that?: da-KO-ta O-win Ga-iren-dn
nicknames: Kota
age & birthday: 17 / October 31st
grade: 11th
occupation: Student
what kind of money you making?: Upper Class
ethnicity: Scottish
face claim: Jude Law
appearance: Dakota's whole body minus his hands, face and feet is covered in layers of scars ranging from different
causes such as whips, knives and blunt objects. He usually wears all black or some green, some blue. His neck is always covered and
he never wears a short sleeve shirt unless no one is looking.

I LIKE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS, BABY.

likes: + Writing
+Poetry
+Novels
+Hard Rock and Metal music
+Water
+Girls
+Guys
+Jewelry
+Cats
+Night Time
dislikes: - Headaches/Migraines
-Assholes/Bitches
-Hospitals
-Idiots/Smart asses
-Needles
-Dogs
-Any type of Booze
-Drugs
-Driving
-Day Time
fears: ~Death
~ Adults
habits: ~ Journalism
~ Reading upon hours on end
strengths: + Strong Willed
+Immune to Physical Pain
+Adrenaline Rush
+Stubborn
weakness: -Not knowing ahead
-Stubborn
-Mentally weak
-Easily manipulated
goals:
1) To travel the world
2) To find his one love
secret(s): For 15 years of his life he has been brutally beaten and almost killed by his own father since he turned a year old.
He hides his wealth from everyone and anyone.
Is actually very extremely terrified of adults but deals with it.
personality:
Dakota is not to be taken lightly. At first encounter he comes off as a strong, mysterious male that seems to hold a thousand secrets.
He's a difficult egg to crack and anyone that tries usually has a hard time to get him to Even talk about something as simple as the weather.In a crowd he blends in well with the background
not really gathering attention to himself. He's quiet, shy and he alway seems to hold a facial expression of 'touch me and die'. His eyes tell a story while hi body seems to stay with his outward presentation of
being the invisible. He always turns the other way when approached by anyone with a smile on their face. He hates confrontations the most when he's on a first name basis or
just meeting the person.

Once he does open up, Dakota wont known until it's too late that he usually spills his guts to them. He mistakes friendship with trust and will tell someone he calls a friend
sometimes his deepest secret. He's warm hearted and very gentle to the people he cares for. He's protective of anyone that he claims as a friend and will risk his
life to save theres. His adrenaline rush from intense pain comes in handy when in tight situations and should never be taken lightly.
He's not the best to have around when his madness gets the best of him. But not only can he be a gentleman, he can also be a panicking mess.When confronted or facing a huge dilemma, or even
going through a lot of stress at one time, Dakota will begin to tear himself apart mentally, causing him physical pain. His nose will usually bleed or his body will give up on him and he'll fall to the ground.
He'll start to hyperventilate and risk getting a major migraine that will cause him to pass out.

But besides the panicking, the rush of adrenaline, and his outer mask, there is one part of him that no one want to see. He calls it his Demon. It usually happens after a major panic and his mind reverts back to a basic
understanding of the strongest will always survive in a fight to the death. He is no longer himself as this part of him roars through his body. He looses all self control and fights to save either himself or someone he cares for. It lashes out with the help of a adrenaline that pumps through his veins and
no matter how much blood he's list he'll still fight. Usually when this happens he's close to the brink of death. It's after being in this state of mind that he shields himself from human contact after-wards afraid of people seeing what kind of a monster, or killer he can be.

YOU MIND IF WE GET A LITTLE PHYSICAL, LOVE?

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sexuality:Bisexual
turn ons:+Black Hair
+Lean build
+Long hair/Short spiked hair
+Open-minded
+Personality
turn offs:-BO
-Close-minded
-S/M relations
-fatness
-too much muscle

SO WHAT'S YOUR STORY? WHIP OUT YOUR WALLET LET’S SEE SOME PICTURES!

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mother: Deceased:: Never knew her
father: Dakota Owen Gairden Senior
siblings: None
spouse: N/A
children: N/A
other relatives:Herold Gariden :: DECEASED ::Grandfather
Jena Gariden :: DECEASED ::Grandmother
pets:Vincent :: Black Cat
hometown: Wick, Scotland
current residence:Hershey, PA
history:
Dakota never knew his mother. Once born his father had her killed by a lethal injection straight to her blood. Unknown about the world around him he wasn't sure what was happening. Hi father wanted his son to be the
best there was and wanted to make sure it was going to stay that way. Reaching his first birthday, Dakota Jr. understood the meaning of pain. For the first 5 years the beatings were simple, and of stupid meanings. Every time he'd speak without asking permission he was dragged to the basement of the house
and beaten until he couldn't get up or even cry any longer. Through the first five year Dakota had learned the worst discipline, trying to make his father proud in a whole other way. Why he tried he wasn't sure. When he would pick fights with other kids, his father would cheer him on if he won, but if he lost another
beating was in order. His father beat it into his son to make sure no one knew what would happen in there household. Scared and beyond terrified of his own father Dakota began to shield himself from he outside world. Which wasn't his best choice.

His father, seeing how his son acted began to beat him more and more, moving from the simple belt whips to an actual leather whip and chaining his son. He tortured him by making him starve, treating him like a prisoner. Of course Dakota never told on his father, afraid of another beating. He would escape his world of pain and suffering
in the books of his library. The books were his only sanctuary, making him feel safe in the place he called home.When he was 10 he began to write in a journal, given to him before his grandmother died. He wouldn't write of his life,
but write of what he wished it would be. He would start escaping to his dream world but all that changed when his father invaded his privacy and read his journal.He never thought life could get worst. After the years and years upon torture, Dakota's body had become immune to such pain. His
scars covered his whole body except for his face, hands and feet. His father was smart when it came to punishing his son but it was when he was 15 that he couldn't take it. In a rage when hi father threatened to kill him for the tenth time in hi life he wasn't going to let him almost succeed. Instead the young teen pushed his father down the stairs of the basement, a nasty
fall for anyone as he didn't hear his father cursing int he darkness.

That day Dakota would never forget. Walking down to see his father, blood exiting his mouth and gurgling, his eyes turning to see his son as they rolled in the back of his head. It was the first time he didn't feel a thing. He had
killed the very man who had put him through an earthly hell. And for once, he was happy. Though it didn't show when the police showed up and Dakota claimed to be upstairs. His father was announced dead on arrival and they assumed they he simply fell down the stairs, breaking his neck.
Dakota was put into a foster care until the lawyers could figure out what to do. Because of the way he acted, his foster parents took him to a psychologist to see if the boy needed help. After taking a variety of tests it was then noted that the boy had a severe case of Bi-polar and manic depression. Though he showed no sign of suicide, his foster parents took no chances.
He was never left alone and was getting fed up, hating as he had to take his meds. Dakota, even at a young age knew that the only medicine he needed was his books and his journal. He had only lived with them for two month before it was finalized that Dakota was the soul heir of the multi-million fortune his grandfather and father left behind. He only wanted to do one thing, and that was to leave Scotland in his past and make a new
life. He fought for his own dependency but it never went through, making him have a guardian, so he did the choosing. Jared was his guardian's name and the man was very simple and gave Dakota his space. Together they moved out of Scotland.

He had always wanted to visit America, and when he was finally there, he found a new sense of happiness. Though it didn't stay long. Dakota wasn't a very open person when he started school but Jared never pushed him. The older man simply told him one phrase and that was whenever he needed a listener, he would be there. Dakota found a new
friendship with his guardian but didn't hang on too tightly. He enjoyed the freedom and even tried driving, failing miserably and never wanting to try again after wrecking three cars and putting not only himself but Jared in the hospital too. So now, with two years of freedom and the years still growing in his new life, Dakota's willing to start opening up with the help of
his friend and guardian. It' now up to him and how he does it.

IS THAT ALL WE NEED TO KNOW?

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Dakota stopped playing with it and looked up with a smile. Thanks. Now I have something to keep my mind busy then think about other shit that makes my head hurt. Like always Dakota wasn't immune to headaches, he got them more often than anyone he knew. But he found it slightly depressing when he mentioned his family though. Dakota really didn't consider himself to have a family. Just friends. And if he ever considered on having one, that'd be one screwed up family. He looked straight ahead.

What made him feel better was the comment on the hospitals. He laughed and shivered with him. Needles..I despise them...sad enough I've had my fill. I can't stand doctors of any kind whether is medical or mental. I hate the 'white room' and I hate the way it smells. It's like death all over again and heaven..or hell I should say only knows how much I hate that feeling. It wasn't like Dakota to spill...well almost spill his secret with someone new but it didn't seem to bother him. He could relate to the kid so he seemed perfectly fine with telling him. He placed the cube in his lap and watched as the little rodent was whacked by the tree. He didn't wince for it, but just watched.

He shrugged. Doubt he can with a hit like that...maybe if he had a jolt of adrenaline. He seemed to mutter that small bit. Adrenaline was something that was very common for Dakota to have when in a tight pinch. Of course he didn't like to get in those and the last one he had wasn't that great. His hand reached for his neck which was covered by the shirt. The bandages were also covered but he could feel the material underneath it. He winced at his touch and continued to watch the helpless squirrel.

He turned his attention back to Dustin when he introduced himself. Dakota held out a hand and smiled sweetly at him. Dakota. You can call me Kota if you'd like. Everyone else does. He didn't bother saying his last name since Dustin hadn't bothered either. After all he hated it and hated being reminded. His eyes returned to the cube in his lap as he picked it back up after the shake and began to play with it again. He seemed more focus and because of that his features seemed to stick out more. His hair, now about three inches long lightly fell on his eyelashes. His hazel-green eyes in the sunlight had that dark tint of green when it shown, like a cat's eye in the dark. So..I take it you're younger than me..I'm 17. He said, without looking away from the cube.

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