Post by Dustin Wild on Feb 22, 2015 4:51:44 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Dustin Alexander Wild
Nicknames: Dust, Dusty, "The Assassin"
Age: 15 years old
Birthday: July 6th, 1999
Grade: 10th
Power:
1. Extreme speed: Dustin is able to move extremely quickly at will. When he executes this power, there's a blue glow around whatever part of him that is moving fast. He is able to transfer this into objects, such as his skateboard, in order to increase speed while riding.
2. Aura vision: When Dustin focuses very hard and closes his eyes for a few moments, he is able to open them and see the auras of other people for a few minutes. This power fades away fairly quickly, and so Dustin has to use it sparingly.
Member Group: Battle front
Canon or not: Not canon.
Appearance:
Dustin is a short-ish guy for his age with little muscle to make up for it. He is, however, extremely fast, and has won several track competitions as a result. He has should-length, dirty blonde-ish-brownish hair, and his bangs have a tendency to get in his eyes and annoy him, but he doesn't care enough to cut it. Dustin has deep green eyes that give away his emotions like a soup kitchen gives food to the poor.
Dustin usually wears a navy blue t-shirt with equally navy track shorts (white stripes on the side of the legs included, of course), and, surprise surprise, dark blue high-top sneakers! Who would've guessed? This being Dustin's favorite outfit, he tends to wear it more than anything else, though he tries to wash his clothes as much as possible, things don't always work out in Dustin's favor.
Personality
Overall Personality: Dustin is a pretty tough guy emotionally. With the things he's been through in life, it's hard to make him cry, but easy to anger him. He has a low tolerance level for idiots, but treats younger kids very well, which surprises a lot of people. Inside of the hard exterior is a pretty soft and romantic guy. It takes a lot to get Dustin to tell his secrets, though - he's a very reserved person who doesn't want to tell anyone anything about himself, nor does he want their help or sympathy. Attempting to help Dustin with something is like trying to push a bull: he's simply not going to budge. Dustin has a very rebellious streak as well, never wanting to follow the rules, especially since he got his powers - he tries to use them in the best ways possible, but since he got shipped to the academy, that's been very difficult. This teenager wishes only to be free again, but he fears that it'll never happen, and as a result, he has decided to join the Battle Front.[/i] mad and has a hard time controlling himself
Dustin always takes responsibility for his mistakes - and sometimes the mistakes of close friends and family as well - and although he tends to be apathetic, he can show that he cares from time to time. Dustin is extremely protective towards those he cares about the most, and would be willing to die for them.
Running and skateboarding are Dustin’s escapes. He gets rid of his pent-up anger with running. It’s a distraction from his relatively shitty life. It keeps him in shape. Half of Dustin’s life revolves around running and skateboarding, the other half is around the twins.
Dustin loathes his step-father, who has been the cause of most of his pain in life. The man took his mother away from him, stopped him from saying any final words to his mother, and finally, he sent Dustin, Dawn, and Dusk to this horrific school. The only good thing that Scott did for Dustin was get his mother pregnant with his younger siblings, who Dustin loves dearly.
Dustin has never been a huge people fan, but he cannot stand being nagged, told what to do, interrupted, or ignored - he feels that these things (well, mainly the last two) are the reason why human beings are so socially awful. Interrupting or ignoring this boy is an excellent way to make a new enemy. One could be rude to him in pretty much any way, but if they insult his siblings, ignore him, or interrupt him, they're pretty well dead to Dustin.
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History
Family Members/guardians:
-Akira Wild, mother, deceased at age 25.
-Ace Danoi, father, 33, out of his life for reasons explained in the history.
-Scott Hoal, stepfather, 30
-Dawn Heather Wild, sister, 12
-Dusk Ranger Wild, brother, 12
History: My earliest memory, huh? Why do you want to know? Well, if you insist...
We were sitting in an office, my mother and I. I was 4 years old, and I was working on chugging down a box of apple juice while my mother filled out paperwork. I had no idea why we were there, and it wasn't until years later that I finally understood.
When she was finished filling out all of the papers, a young woman took my hand and led me down a hall. Confused, I turned back to find my mother walking away.
The woman was distracted for a split second, having loosened her grip on my hand, and I made my escape. I bolted after my mother, calling out to her, my eyesight blurring from the tears that were welling up. Where was she going? "MOOOM!" I screeched, my legs carrying me toward her at full speed. The woman, who had been startled and confused for a second, made her way after me. With her heels and dress, though, she couldn't catch me before I flung myself at my mother, tightly gripping her waist.
When I looked up at her, her eyes were cold, but in a moment, they changed: they became full of sadnes s and regret, among other things that I didn't understand at such a young age. "Mom, where are you going? You forgot me," I sobbed, burying my face into my mother's shirt.
"Ma'am?" The woman's voice sounded behind me. I felt my mother rest her hand on the back of my head.
"I've changed my mind," my mother announced. The woman walked away, then returned with the papers that my mom had filled out.
After that? Well, not long after, Scott came into my life. Boy, was he a miracle - if you consider demonic spawn a miracle.
A few months after the last incident, I noticed my mom's belly had gotten bigger. Her new boyfriend, Scott, was at work, and so she took me out for a picnic. It was a beautiful day, sunny, warm, all that stuff. I reached over and poked her belly, looking up at her curiously. "Mom, are you getting fat?"
Her face turned red and I could see her fighting off laughter as she replied, "No, Dustin, I'm ... well, I'm having a baby. You're going to be a big brother, kiddo."
"What about Scott?"
"Scott's going to be a daddy," She responded. I remember scrunching up my face at this. I did not like Scott. Scott was (and still is) an abusive asshole. What my mother saw in him, I'll never know.
When I was about 5 years old, the twins were born. I was ecstatic. My babysitter brought me to the hospital the morning after they were born so I could meet them.
Dawn Heather Wild and Dusk Ranger Wild. Dawn was showing ginger hair (which was supposedly from Scott's side of the family, as his mother had apparently been a straight-haired ginger, whereas he took after his father's curly blonde hair), while Dusk took on his mother's black hair. I remember grabbing and holding my blonde-brown hair to the light that day and frowned, wondering where it came from. I didn't think too much of it, though, because next thing I knew, Scott was gently shoving me toward my mother so I could see the twins from a closer point of view.
When I was close enough, I took one of their itty-bitty hands into my own, and silently promised them that I'd look after them forever. There was something going on in my gut that told me I had to protect them.
Four years later, my life went to Hell.
I stood in the doorway of the hospital room. I watched the twins grab and hold her arm, her hand, heard them sniffling, crying, whining. I bit my lip, fighting back the tears because, damn it, I had to be stronger than ever.
Scott shoved past me, blocking my view of her.
She was dying and there was nothing I could do. I wasn't even allowed to see her, apparently.
My mother was talking to the twins, running her hand along their heads, trying to soothe the little four-year-olds who were being exposed to death far too soon. Their father had put it so bluntly that it disgusted me: "She's dying and there's nothing anyone can do about it. You will never see your mother again. You need to get used to it. Don't worry, I've got everything planned out."
"Dustin..." I heard my mother weakly call out and I bolted forward, trying to shove past my douchebag of a step-father, but by the time I reached her, the machine that indicated her heartrate was in a flat line, the "beep" consistent.
"Mom, NO!" I wailed, reaching out to her, trying to grab her hand, as my stepfather ripped me back. "NO, Mom!" I yelled, my eyes producing tears like never before. "You weren't supposed to die! MOM!"
But it was over. She was gone. He had custody of me.
We moved to a big city.
Scott wanted a fresh start, or so he claimed, and with that, we were out of our small city in Canada and into a small town in Canada. I, of course, was not happy, but the twins were, and so I forced myself to be happy for them. I was 11 years old when Scott finally had the money and motivation to actually move. The twins were ready to start kindergarten come fall. I would be in fifth grade. Everything would be okay.
He took me and dragged me toward the front of the house. He pulled the door open, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, my elbows burning. I looked up at him and, as he spoke, alcohol hit my face. Scott always did have an issue of spitting when he spoke during his drunken spiels.
"And you'd better not fucking come back until you bring money with you. I'm not letting you freeload off me any more, you got that? I'm not your father, so I don't have to take care of you." And the door was then slammed.
I ran to the cellar, grabbed my daggers, and started cutting things. I made tools, art, everything imaginable, and sold it all. I even killed a few animals to sell their organs.
I returned months later, with a few hundred bucks in my pocket. I opened the door, handed Scott a few hundred dollars, and was about to walk upstairs to my room when his hand gripped my shoulder. "Where did you get this?"
"It doesn't really matter, does it? What matters is that I got it, right?" I asked icily, staring straight ahead.
"Hmph. Fine, fair enough. I won't ask questions as long as you get me the money."
And that was the end of it. I paid rent so I could live there, so I could make sure that the twins were happy and safe. Luckily, Scott was only ever really abusive to me. He was actually pretty good with Dawn and Dusk, but he had his moments, and in those moments, I hid them.
Unfortunately, Scott had a nice habit of finding where I hid the twins. One night, about a year ago, I found out that we have an attic, and I found a lovely little journal there…
It was my mother's journal. I thought I would cry when I brushed it off to see "Akira Wild" written in beautiful cursive letters, but I didn't. Instead, I quietly closed the door to the attic and sat by the window on a box, carefully opening the journal.
The first date was December 21, 1998. She was two months pregnant with me.
"Dear diary,
That bastard got me pregnant. I took a test today and it was positive. I cannot believe what's happened in the last two months. When I told Mom what he... what Ace did to me... it was bad, and that's a massive understatement. And now? Now... now I have to tell her that I'm pregnant."
"That bastard?" Well, that explained why Mom never spoke of my father. I noticed at that point that my hands were shaking, but this information was incredibly important, and so I continued.
"December 31, 1998
Dear diary,
I finally got the courage to tell Mom, Dad, Hiiro, and Hideki about my unborn kid. They were pissed. They told me that if I didn't abort, they would disown me. Even though I did not fucking choose any of this, I'm not aborting my kid up. I can do this. I know I'm only 16, but I can be a mother. How hard can it be?"
At that point, I was scared. There were tiny dark circles falling onto the pages of the journal, and that's when I realized I was crying. I wiped away the tears, took a deep breath, and kept going.
"July 6th, 1999
Dear diary,
I gave birth to my child today: a little boy. I haven't spoken to my parents or siblings in months. I'm living on my own in a two-room apartment. I'm sleeping on the floor with a few blankets because there wasn't enough room for both a crib and a bed, the kitchen is practically useless and the bathroom has barely any breathing space, but a home is a home.
I've decided on the name Dustin Alexander. I want to get away from my Japanese heritage. The kid doesn't even have any Asian features to him, to be honest. He looks so much like his father, but maybe he'll end up with my green eyes, at the least?"
If only I knew how much she had suffered... if I knew, I would've... shit, what could I have done? She died when I was nine years old! I could have been less of a brat when I was younger, but what difference would that have made?
"August 14th, 2003
Dear diary,
I can't do it anymore. My family still has not tried to contact me, in spite of my efforts. The soup kitchens won't provide more food for me, my unemployment's running out, my welfare and food stamps are gone, and I have nothing. Dustin is practically starving.
I can't be a mother, not under these circumstances.
I have to give Dustin up for adoption."
And there it was, the biggest fear of all. That's what happened all those years ago. That's what Dustin had stopped his mother from doing when he ran up to her and cried hysterically.
"August 15th, 2003
Dear diary,
I couldn't give my son up. I love my son so much. I had put on a facade, and I had been successful in keeping myself distant until he ran up to me and clung on and refused to let go. He looked up at me and the fear in his eyes, the blatant pain, had been too much. This was my baby I was giving up. I told the worker that I wasn't going to go through with it, and I took my son home.
I just hope things get better."
Adoption... I wasn't really surprised.
"November 2nd, 2003,
Dear diary,
I've begun dating a wonderful man named Scott. He truly is sweet, and so, so much better than most of the guys I've been with. I think things will work out. He has a really good job, so if I get close enough to him, I'll be able to get Dustin and I out of this shithole."
Money? That's what she'd been after? Did she ever love Scott?
"May 5th, 2004
Dear diary,
I'm pregnant again. I've been living with Scott these last few months, and things have been going perfectly. Dustin sometimes tells me that he doesn't like Scott, but considering I'm expecting Scott's baby, it's too late now. I don't see Scott as being a bad guy, so Dustin is probably just upset because Scott wouldn't buy him an ice cream or something.
That's all it could be, right?"
Wrong, Mom. That's where she went wrong. I clenched my fist, shaking my head slowly. If only she'd paid more attention, but at the same time, she had gotten with Scott mostly for me to begin with, so she couldn't be blamed for everything.
"November 30th, 2004
Dear diary,
Scott finally convinced me to pay attention during the ultrasounds. I've wanted to keep everything except for my kid's health a surprise, but he persuaded me to find out the gender of my baby.
It turns out that I'm actually having twins - one girl and one boy. I couldn't be more excited!"
"They're still doing great, Mom," I whispered, turning to look out the window for a few minutes to recollect myself before I continued.
"December 12, 2004
Dear diary,
My twins have been born. Scott and I named them Dawn Heather and Dusk Ranger, both taking my last name. They're absolutely perfect, and Dustin is already taking his role as big brother very seriously. I can see it in the expressions he makes when he looks at them. Dustin's going to be a great brother."
I felt my face lift in a bit of a smile at that. My mom had really, truly believe that I was going to make a good brother. I really, desperately missed her while I was reading that journal.
"May 7th, 2009
Dear diary,
This is the final entry. I don't have much time left. I've been told that there's nothing more the doctors can do. I called Scott and told him to bring the kids. He's going to explain to them what's going on and I'm going to say goodbye.
I wonder if they'll ever find this journal? I've told Scott not to read it, but to store it somewhere.
I suppose I should leave some notes here for the kids...
Dustin, if you ever read this, there are ... well, it's... there is so much I want and need to tell you about... about everything: about your father, about my family, about Scott and the twins. I don't have the time or the energy to write it all. I'm worried that something will happen and I won't get to say 'goodbye' to you.
First off, I'm going to assume that if you're reading this, you've read the rest of the journal.
If we look at this from a certain view, one can say that you were 'never meant to be born'. I don't think that's true, though. I never have. My family has not spoken to me since I told them that I was planning on giving birth to and raising you. Yes, I almost gave you up, but when I saw the look on your face, I couldn't do it, and ever since that day, I have wondered what the fuck was going through my head, what made me think I needed to put you up for adoption. I was at the bottom then, I guess, and maybe I thought I wouldn't pull through, but that was completely stupid, and Dustin, I'm so, so sorry for it. I never, ever once wanted to leave you behind. I doubt you'll ever forgive me for that, and honestly, I can't blame you.
I know you've hated Scott since the beginning, but it wasn't until recently that I saw him hit you. If I knew that he had been hurting you, I would have gotten rid of him instantly, but things haven't worked out that way, and now I'm scared shitless that something's going to happen to you after I die. Dustin, if you can, take your siblings and go. Run. Leave Scott as soon as you possibly can.
Alright, my family. You have Japanese heritage, son, even if you don't look the part, and in case you're wondering, that's because of your father. I don't know if you care, and I honestly hope you never meet him, but you deserve to know about your father, even though he was a scumbag who forced me into things. I regret meeting him, but if I hadn't, there wouldn't be a you. He scarred me and destroyed my relationship with my family, but his actions led me to having an amazing son, so it's a subject that I still haven't finished fighting in my mind. Anyway, his name is Ace Danoi. He lives near a town called Jinx in Ontario, Canada.
I can't write much more. My hand hurts and I'm losing the grip on this pen... I wish I could write to the twins, but I ... just tell them I love them. I know it seems like I've always put Dawn and Dusk before you, so I thank you for being so mature and responsible. I was always impressed and proud of your behavior.
Dustin, no matter what I've done, disregard all of the shit I've put you through, and please, know that I have, do, and will always love you more than anyone else.
Something tells me that you're going to be the one to find this, and knowing you, I doubt you'll ever tell anyone about it.
But that's okay, because this journal was for only you, my perfect son. I love you."
And that was it. I was a mess. She was right about everything. I wasn't about to let anyone know that this existed. I was going to hide it in the perfect place, go to it when I needed it, and never let anyone near it. I loved my mom so much, and she was gone, and this was all I had left of her. The biggest shock was definitely the last entry. She loved me more than Scott and the twins? No matter how unbelievable it seemed, there was something nagging at me, telling me that it was completely true, and I believed it.
I closed the journal and hugged it close to me, spending the rest of the afternoon silently crying.
At the age of 15, Scott learned of the powers that the three kids had: Dustin with his speed, Dusk with his psychic abilities, and Dawn with her fire powers. He heard word of Ashford Academy and shipped the three over.
*Please excuse the mess-up of the matchup of the twins' ages between the history and the present. It was a lot of editing, so I might've missed a few things.
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RP Sample: The start of February was just behind Jinx, Canada, and Dustin had just gotten over a nasty flu. He was still in a bitter mood from contracting the illness, though. He'd been unable to say his goodbyes to his best friend, who was moving away from Jinx (lucky guy), and his friend moving meant that Dustin no longer had a place to sit at lunch. He and his best friend, Jet, had sat alone at their lunch table since they met five years ago. Dustin refused to sit alone, so that meant he had to pick a table and go to it, no questions asked.
Gripping the handles on his backpack, Dustin clicked his tongue a few times, scanning the cafeteria. After a few moments, his eyes settled on a rather pretty girl (well, she was pretty from afar) and Dustin raised his eyebrows, intrigued.
Dustin made his way confidently to the table, flipping his long hair out of his face when he reached the seat. He tried to make eye contact with the girl and nodded at her, sitting down. "Hey, I'm Dustin, a sophomore. I have nowhere else to sit, so I hope you don't mind me placing myself here." Straight to the point, just as always. If she got up and left, he had his answer. If she fought, he had his answer (he wasn't in the mood for a fight). If she ignored him, he'd stay, because at the very least, he had a place to go so he wouldn't look like a friendless loser (even if he was one and everyone knew (or, rather, didn't know, because few people even remembered Dustin's name, despite him being in town for five years), Dustin had to pretend for his own sake). Dustin dropped his backpack on the floor, pulled out a baggy full of strawberries, and began plopping them into his mouth.
