THE USUAL SUSPECTSCHARACTER FULL NAME
BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN
: Dakota deMolayNICKNAME(S)
: 10th December EYE COLOR
: BlueHAIR COLOR
: Dark BrownHEIGHT
: 5ft 8inOCCUPATION
: GoodTYPE(HUMAN,DEMON, VAMPIRE ETC)
: Heterosexual DISTINGUISHING MARKS(TATOOS & PIERCING)
: She has a long scar that runs the length of her back bone from a demon attack the night her mother was killed.PLAYBY:
PHANTOM TRAVELERMODE OF TRANSPORT
: 2003 SUZUKI Hayabusa GSX 1300. A Motorcycle Legend
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF MEPERSONALITY
Dakota is a very strong independent and confident person, who refuses to take crap from anyone and will soon put someone in his or her place if she thinks they have over stepped the line. She does however have a rather odd sense of humour that sometimes gets her in to hot water. The humour is a way for her to deal with her less than idealic lifestyle and in many ways she tends to use it as a kind of mask to hide her true feelings, which at times she feels make her appear venerable or weak. Sometimes however her off the wall teasing sense of humour and sarcasm can offend those she wasn’t intending too and maybe viewed as cruel or indifferent when it is in fact her awkward way of making friends. She loves making pop culture references and one-liners and can have quite a playful friendly nature with those she cares for and trusts.
She has few close friends and even though she isn’t big on public displays of an affectionate nature she is fiercely loyal and protective of those she counts among that group. Her mother taught her to never judge a book by its cover, to instead look to the pages in between to discover the true nature of the person buried inside. As a hunter this has sometimes brought her into conflict with her own nature and ideals not to mention fellow hunters including her Aunt Cassie, as her mother had a view that not all the creatures they hunted were evil and that some deserved to be given a chance, that they were more than what their natures dictated and could even rise above what they are and embrace their humanity. A noble ideal that can often prove a deadly and dangerous one, particularly for a hunter.
Hunting may not be the life that she would have chosen for herself but she feels that she has a duty to see it through to the end, she doesn’t have a long life expectancy however and ideals aside with those Dakota knows aren’t saveable her view is when her time is up, she’d prefer to go out fighting and taking as many evil sons of bitches with her as she can.
Her preference in clothing mostly leans toward the black form fitting motorcycle leathers she wears as a matter of safety and practicality. When travelling the open road, a decent layer of good Italian leather between yourself and the unforgiving highway can be a saving grace for your hide when you come off a bike at a 100mph. Unfortunately for Dakota the leathers often see her mistaken for a kinky sex chick or lesbian that sometimes leads to rather unfortunate and embarrassing misunderstandings. She’s not into dresses or makeup, preferring instead to hide her feminie side and keeps her long waist length hair in a simple single plat.
Dakota doesn't see herself as a girl; just one of the guys, admitting that she is a girl would somehow make her feel weak. She doesn't date and prefers to keep her interactions with the opposite sex to a platonic nature but she is human, she has desires and fantasies but she tries desperately to keep them controlled and hidden and the biggest secret she keeps from her friends and acquaintances is that she’s still a virgin. There are moments when she wants so desperately to just let go and experience the passions she feels fighting to escape but she can’t escape the fear of becoming like her mother or her Aunt Cassie. Since coming to South Dakota her dreams have been invaded, taken over by her fantasies and she’s struggling desperately to keep her control as she fights her very nature, not wanting to ever become like her mother, who she saw consumed and destroyed by the love she held for a man and she is determined to never allow that to happen to herself, never allowing herself to fall in love and lose the control she’s fought so virulently to maintain. She also can’t be like her Aunt Cassie, freely taking any man to her bed, it goes against the strong values her mother instilled in her and so Dakota finds herself with a conundrum, refusing to ever fall in love but also not believing in casual sex………
When hunting she sets her sights on a target and doesn't give up or compromise until it is eliminated. She is however a very skilled and competent motorbike rider, knows a few martial arts moves and is a decent shot. Her mother and Aunt Cassie taught her everything she knows, a tradition passed down through their family from mother to daughter over the centuries.
Dakota never drinks alcohol, preferring instead to keep her head clear and on the job, she likes to stay in complete control. She also doesn't operate like most hunters who get by on scams and petty theft, she detests stealing and gets by procuring odd items from flea markets and such and reselling them on ebay, it keeps her in just enough cash to live on. Honesty and integrity mean a great deal to her but she finds so little of it in this world, she hates being lied to.
She travels light with few belongings, her three most prized possessions being an old silver locket with her parents photo, a silver crucifix that has been handed down to the first born deMolay daughter through the centuries and a very old leather bound copy of L.M. Montgomery's "Anne of Green Gables " it was her mothers and she use to read it to Dakota as a small child. She always longed to live as Anne Shirley had in the book free from the knowledge of what is out there but it is a life she will never be able to have! Dakota finds great strength in her faith but unlike her mother she refuses to accept all her Catholic teachings and questions some of the churches ideals.
: Kicking demon ass, reading ( a wide varity of titles but is addicted to Sherrilyn Kenyon's 'Dark Hunter' series.), chocolate anything, loves dogs (always wanted one) and is a big Stargate SG1 fan (she just loves Daniel Jackson but would never admit it). Playing pratical jokes and teasing people.DISLIKES
: being lied to, dating, wearing dresses, alcohol (she never drinks), bullies and being called a girl. She hates incubi with a passion.HOBBIES
: Guns, bikes, reading, Stargate Conventions(when she's not on a hunt), browsing flea markets and antique shops.HABITS
: She's quick to temper. Speaking what’s on her mind but it often gets her into trouble and she can get a little clumsy around someone she is attracted to.GOAL/S
: To live until the next Stargate Convention......Finding her fathers family, she's not stupied she knows because her mother and Aunt Cassie seemed so overly obsessive about keeping any information of them from her that something was wrong, something more than just her father being ostracised from his family. Now her curiosity is slowly getting the better of her, even though she promised her mother she'd never search for them she's being drawn to discover her roots.FEARS
: Losing the ones she loves and being left all alone. Becoming like her mother if she ever allows herself to fall in love but she also fears dying without ever experiencing intimacy. Her greatest fear and the only one that's flesh and blood are incubi. Of all the creatures that she hunts they're the only the one that she truly fears.WEAKNESSESS
: Family and friends, she'd do anything for those she cares about and her hatred for incubi. She's never hated the things she's hunted before not until an encounter in Texas with an incubus left her reeling from the encounter like no other had before. Dakota is about staying in control, especially with things of a more intimate nature and an incubus tried to take that control from her, it didn't succeed but it came close and now she's obsessed with stopping any and all she encounters, it's sort of a need she has to conquer her fears.. Now she has no idea that one of her closest friends, a person she trusts above all others except her Aunt Cassie, is one of the things she despises the most. ABILITIES
: NONE..... what you see is what you get!!!
: strong, independent, deadly, honest and humorous.
: Elizabeth deMolayFATHER
: David WalkerAUNT
: Cassandra deMolayUNCLE
: Jean-Claude Picard
WHAT IS AND WHAT SHOULD NEVER BEGENERAL HISTORY
Dakota was born into a long line of female hunters that are descended from an old French Catholic family who had to flee France centuries before after the head of the family, Jacques deMolay was accused of demon worship (a demon in the form of a large black cat?) and heresy by the then King Philip IV of France and Pope Clement V of the Catholic Church and head of the Holy Roman Empire. deMolay was the 23rd and last Grand Master of the Knights Templar, while publicly it was known the order fought the crusades, privately a small group within the order held a secret agenda, they were a well organised band of hunters, fighting demons and other evil on secret orders by the Catholic Church.
Over the centuries the truth of Jacques deMolay’s guilt or innocence and what really occurred during those times has been long lost to speculation and myth. He and other key members of the Knights Templar were tortured for seven years by the Inquisition, deMolay never admitted his guilt nor would he implicate any of the other Knights, remaining loyal to his comrades until the end when he was finally executed along with his closest friend Guy of Auvergne, by way of being burned at the stake. Only the female members of the deMolay family, the daughters and wives managed to escape France during that terrible time and ever since then deMolay women have only given birth to daughters, they always keep the family name, which has been handed down through generations along with an ancient silver crucifix that’s passed on to the first born daughter.
DeMolay women have no idea why they are compelled to fight the demons and other supernaturals, it’s in their blood, part of their heritage and they cannot walk away from the family legacy. Are they fighting to prove innocence or make up for an ancient family indiscretion? Only God knows the truth but no male child has been born to a deMolay daughter for almost 700 years, which in the eyes of some is a sign of Jacques deMolay’s certain guilt.
The young Dakota's life was decided before she took her first breath. Her father David Walker was killed before ever having seen his baby daughter. Her mother was just 6 months pregnant at the time when her father's life was cut short by a demon with a vendetta for the deMolay's. David Walker had been relatively new to hunting, having joined Dakota's mother Elizabeth and her sister Cassie on their family quest, after falling in love with Elizabeth when she saved his life.
David’s family are Native American- Sioux and disowned him when he chose to marry a hunter and a human. Belonging to a tribe of werewolves who live secretly among their human Sioux brothers on the Cheyenne River Indian Reservation, David’s father was the residing Alpha and as his only surviving son it had been David's duty as pack Beta to eventually carry on from his father as tradition dictates. He knew with Elizabeth’s strong convictions that she’d never agree to turn as pack lore mandates but he loved her too much to give her up and so instead he chose the only option left to him, giving up his family and traditions to be with the woman that he loved.
David’s time with Elizabeth was to be short lived and after his death Elizabeth returned to South Dakota to give birth to their daughter hoping to give David’s father another chance but he refused to even see the child. Dakota was named after David’s beloved late mother and the name Dakota is Sioux for friend. She knows little about her father or his family and that they are werewolves, a secret her mother took with her to the grave. Cassie knows most of what happened during that time, in some cases more than Elizabeth, keeping secrets of her own from her beloved older sister, trying to protect her from the truth. Two days before Dakota was born, Cassandra, only a young teenage girl at the time went to David’s father to beg him to reconsider but he turned her away harshly, the old Alpha refusing any contact with his half-breed grandchild, to him the child was a great personal embarrassment and failure on his late sons behalf. It would be the first and last time that Cassandra would beg for anything. The night after Dakota’s birth an assassin in the form of a wolf came from the pack to kill mother and child but Cassie dealt with him. Unbeknown to her however the wolf hadn’t been sent by the Alpha but by his rival.
Dakota's mother never got over the loss of David and never loved another man again. Elizabeth and her sister Cassie raised Dakota on the open road and taught her to be the strong independent person that she is today. Although their life was a hard one Dakota's childhood was a happy one - the three deMolay's were very close, family had always come first. There was only one burden the young Dakota had to carry and that was her mother's grief for the loss of David, which she could never overcome. There were times when Cassie was out with a 'date' late at night Dakota would have to hold her still grieving mother in her arms for hours, Elizabeth never showed her weakness in front of her younger sister Cassie instead leaving the burden to her daughter to carry through to adulthood until her death.
When she was 20 her mother was killed by a Demon, the same one that had killed her father, Elizabeth's vengeance made her reckless and Dakota barely escaped with her life, badly injured she was left with a long scar down her backbone that still haunts her to this day. If it hadn't been for her aunt that night Dakota would have been buried along side her mother. Elizabeth had been a strong independent woman, the strongest person Dakota knew and seeing her moments of ‘weakness’ had a great impact on Dakota, forging her resolve to never fall in love, afraid that she’d end up lost like her mother.
Elizabeth and her sister Cassie were as different as night and day, Elizabeth had very strong moral and religious convictions while Cassandra was completely the opposite, Dakota mostly takes after her mother but Cassie has had some influence on the young girl as she grew. After recovering and rebuilding her strength, Dakota continued to travel with her aunt, two years ago they met a Belgium hunter called Jean-Claude who had come to the states on a hunt. Falling in love with Cassandra he stayed on to travel with them, six months ago they suddenly decided to marry and move to Europe and continue hunting there, they offered Dakota the chance to come with them but she declined America was her home and her duty was here. For the last six months she has travelled on her own, she misses Cassie and Jean-Claude but is determined to carry on the family legacy.........
BEDTIME STORIESRP SAMPLE
Dakota could feel the charge from the adrenaline taking over, driving her on, she hadn’t felt like this since before Cassie and JC had left and she realised that she missed the exhalation and excitement that came with a good old fashioned bar fight, never mind the fact that she was actually fighting for her very life from whatever the hell it was that had attacked her in the bathroom. She was almost certain he’d been a Were but she wasn’t one hundred percent and if they survived this little mellay she was going to find out one-way or another. Ducking a punch, she was light on her feet and quickly moved around in behind her assailant delivering a roundhouse kick that caught the son of a bitch off guard and sent him crashing to his knees. Several others had joined in the fight and Dakota had been aware of Ronan’s presence amongst the fists and bodies, damn she’d almost forgotten about him and she knew he’d be sure to chew her out about this later, if either of them survived that was. With her thoughts drawn away from the fight a fist suddenly caught Dakota off guard, connecting with her cheek it sent her careening back across the room and landing in the middle of a table, the occupants of which soon scrambled to a safe distance not wanting any part in the fight. Pain flared in the right cheekbone where she’d been hit and Dakota felt a warm trickle from her nose, the back of her hand instinctively brushed her face wiping away the fresh warm blood. ” SON OF A BITCH”
Launching herself from the table, Dakota went ferociously on the attack, fists flying as she beat her latest assailant to an unconscious bloody mess.
Although several had chosen to join their friends in the brawl, most of the room’s occupants had kept clear, the Weres in particular cautious about breaking the Alpha’s law, but it was only days until the full moon and they were all well in the grip of the moon phases, it’s seductive lure of feeding and mating so difficult to resist, the very reason human women were discouraged from the bar at this time of the month and the smell of the females fresh blood was becoming almost too much as they struggled to control their natural urges.
Dakota’s original attacker came too after his altercation with Ronan, producing a silver bladed knife and looking for revenge he headed toward him, with her friends attention diverted elsewhere, Dakota charged and spinning on her left heal at the last second, she delivered a kick with her right foot straight into the bastards larynx, driving him back against the nearby wall. The deadly knife clattered to the floor and with what seemed like a single fluid movement, Dakota scooped it up and slammed her body into the Were while he was still choking from the impact to his throat. Roughly grabbing a fistful of his shaggy long hair, she pounded his head into the wooden panelling behind, something that sounded like a cross between a growl and a splutter for breath escaped his lips as he tried in vein to speak, she gripped his hair tighter still, ” What was that? I couldn’t quite make it out between the yelping……..”
again she pounded his head into the wood but this time she held it in place as her other hand, the one bearing the silver bladed knife brought her newly acquired prize first in contact with his throat, before letting the blade slide quite deliberately slowly over his chest. ”How do you like it now? Still want to play?”
Dakota’s hand moved quickly on the last part of its journey, positioning the deadly silver blade into a man’s most venerable and delicate part of the body. Leaning in she whispered discreetly to him,”I know you’re not human and I’m curious to see just how regenerative your powers are.”
as if to emphasise her curiosity she pressed the blade, piecing through the fabric of his trousers and directly into his scrotum, allowing just enough pressure to draw a trickle of blood without actually slicing off any parts….yet. The Were froze on the spot, even just the slightest amount of pressure in such a delicate place could cause excruciating pain and no matter the wild anger he felt building inside him he daren’t move a muscle. This wasn’t something Dakota enjoyed doing, unlike her Aunt Cassie who would have taken immense pleasure out of both degrading and torturing a Were, Dakota’s only motive was preservation for both herself and Ronan. To achieve her goal she had to show no weakness and she wanted to make the jerk think twice about the next woman he tried to abduct. If there hadn’t been a room full of witnesses and knowing he wasn’t human she would have killed him without blinking but she was acutely aware that she wouldn’t get away with that course of action here, she wasn’t even entirely sure she’d get away with her present one.
A deafening sound ripped through the room catching everyone’s attention, followed closely by a spray of shotgun pellets embedding themselves in the wall just a foot from Dakota’s head, she didn’t flinch but the Were under her swore, without loosening her grip she turned slightly to see the old bartender levelling a double barrel shotgun at her from across the room, his gaze then turned in Ronan’s direction.”Take the girl and leave now, while you both still can,”
the old man made it perfectly clear by the tone in his voice that it wasn’t a request but an order. Things were starting to get out of hand and the last thing they needed was for any of the Weres to change in front of unsuspecting humans, especially when some were starting to loose control.
Just when Dakota had been sinking deeper into another nightmare she swore she felt a gentle reassuring touch on her shoulder and it seemed to comfort her as she slipped from her terrible nightmare into a familiar dream……… Dakota’s heart was racing, she felt herself being carried by strong arms that held her tightly, panic began to rise as she suddenly realised that she couldn’t see, that sense had been taken from her but it left her remaining senses seeming some how much more alert. Dakota’s sense of smell told her that fire was close by, that it was all around, sounding her, enveloping and trapping her as if 100 glowing candles were holding her prisoner. As the strong arms that enveloped her lowered Dakota onto something soft, her sense of touch told her she had been placed upon silk. Her hand caressed the cool silk gently as she tried to discover her location, a bed…..she knew she had been placed on a bed. She felt the mattress dip behind her and she could hear the slight rustle of silk as someone slid toward her, Dakota held her breath and listened carefully, she could hear them breathing behind her, then she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck that made her whole body shiver. She waited in the darkness, unsure, unable and unwilling to resist.
Dakota jumped slightly as hands began to gently caress her shoulders from behind, running slowly and sensuously down her arms, then curling around her waist they pulled Dakota quickly backward toward her mysterious companion and into their embrace, taking her by surprise. She no longer shivered with uncertainly now instead she burned deeply from expectation. One hand left her waist and drew up to her neck gently caressing her before sweeping aside her long hair. Dakota moaned slightly from the touch as she craved more and as she so desired her companion delivered as he began to lightly trail kisses along her exposed neck. The sensation drove Dakota to the brink, on her knees on the silk and still unable to see she turned to face her mysterious companion. Reaching out with her hand she found his face and ran her fingers lightly down his cheek caressing him gently, then she came to him, pausing slightly before their lips finally met.
His kiss was both tender and demanding, coaxing Dakota into opening up to him, giving herself over completely as he took what he wanted, commanding her surrender as he took what was his. Dakota willing surrendered to him, slipping her tongue into his hot mouth she quivered from the sweet taste of him and the sudden realisation now that all her senses had been tested and satisfied…. except sight. Dakota pulled back from the kiss as her hands went to her face and it was then she felt the cool scrap of silk that covered her eyes, she went to remove it so that she may look upon her companion but as her hands sought to release the knot he seized her wrists
"No' yet, Dakota, no' till I be finishin' wit' ye."
Sweeping her into his arms he lowered Dakota into the waiting cool silk beneath, but it did nothing to temper the fire that was consuming her and burning through to her very soul. She waited silently in the darkness, every second that ticked by more excruciating than the last, she needed to feel his touch once again, his lips on hers, the delicious taste of him as his tongue explored her mouth. Dakota sighed in frustration as she began to fret for him. The only sound now that Dakota could hear was that of her own breathing, she dare not speak a word with out his permission encase he left her there, alone and unsated. A hand touched her knee lightly, tenderly, dipping down until he found the hem of her lace nightgown. She shuddered as his hand began to descend higher and his body sank down on to hers….she knew then who he was and his name formed on her lips
“ Ronan” she whispered
His free hand slid over the curves of her body and she could feel him begin to pull at the ribbons of her bodice, working them gently at first and then in frustration finally ripping them free. Dakota felt his lips once again on hers but this time he kissed her savagely with unbridled passion as his hand slipped beneath her now open lace bodice and cupped her soft breast. Dakota simpered softly as he gently caressed her, Ronan’s lips left hers and began to slide along her jaw line trailing soft seductive kisses down onto her neck, she suddenly felt cool air on naked skin as he began to peel away the remains of the bodice, exposing her completely to him and Dakota shuddered with expectation. Slowly he peeled away the rest of her gown then cool fingers hooked the edge of her silk panties and she felt a heat rise in her body as he gently removed them. Dakota lay before him now on a bed of silk completely naked, it wasn’t fair, she wanted to look upon, she needed to see him but he’d forbidden her earlier to remove the silk scarf that covered her eyes but Dakota frustrated with simmering desire decided that she could bare the torture no longer and raised her hands to remove the offensive scrap of fabric.
Ronan commanded her firmly as she felt him grab both her wrists and pin them either side of her face, she sighed with frustration but didn’t try to fight him or answer back, moments passed that seemed to feel like an eternity before he resumed his erotic exploration. Every kiss, every little caress, every stroke made Dakota cry out in the agony of pure bliss. Without warning he suddenly rolled her over, pulling her on top of him and in the process removing the blindfold from her eyes. Dakota finally got to look upon his smiling, teasing face and without hesitation she hungrily tasted his lips, kissing him fiercely before beginning an erotic exploration of her own. Dakota trailed kisses along his jaw and nibbled and nuzzled along his neck until she had found her way onto his chest. Her fingers trailed over his skin, her tongue danced lightly behind as she began to taste him in between kisses. This was pure bliss and she closed her eyes for a moment and rested her face upon his bare chest, she felt his arm draw around her waist and began to gently caress the small of her back, with each stroke taking his hand seductively lower until his hand slide over her hips and caressed her naked bottom.
It was all nothing but a lovely erotic dream of course and Dakota was enjoying every second of it but unbeknown to her she had rolled over in her sleep and was now wrapped around Ronan, her arm draped across his chest and one leg intertwined between with his. She moaned his name softly in her sleep as her fingertips lightly caressed his chest. Her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced up at his face, she thought that she was still in the dream. And she smiled at him.” I don’t think I ever want to wake up”
Lifting her head she brought her lips to meet his and kissed him softly this time, it was a slow seductive kiss that grew steadily, it seemed different somehow this time and just like before in the dream Dakota began to place soft kisses along his jaw line trailing down Ronan’s neck where she stopped briefly to nibble before moving on to his perfectly chiselled chest. And once again just like in the dream Dakota began to trail her fingertips lightly over his skin as her tongue danced softly behind as she tasted him in between kisses. She giggled slightly at her own daring as she began to explore his body further. Her hand descended lower and her kisses followed closely, she let out tiny moans of pleasure as she caressed him. When she reached his navel Dakota stopped momentarily as just her fingertips continued to explore the tiny splattering of soft hairs that descended from his navel and disappeared beneath the sheet that sat low on his hips. Her fingertips danced lightly over him, each time sliding just a little lower until she touched he edge of the sheet, the last time slipping just slightly under but she pulled back slightly hesitant but still so very curious to explore. Dakota eyes looked back up to meet Ronan’s own, a mixture of pure desire and curiosity filled them, she could feel her heart beat quicken and without speaking she turned back to exploring her curiosity.
The sheet hung low on Ronan’s hips but it still covered him, Dakota bit her bottom lip as she contemplated her next more, every inch of her body crawled with desire and curiosity, she wanted to see him…all of him, she wanted to experience, to touch………her hand reached out slowly quivering slightly, she closed her eyes then peeked out just a little from one, then she stopped suddenly and jerked her hand back but slowly she regained her nerve as the curiosity in her drove her on. Dakota’s hand now hovered just slightly above the sheet, the butterflies in her tummy were flapping madly to be released, this dream felt so real to Dakota and little did she know that it was in fact real this time. Sighing slightly, Dakota dropped one finger to the sheet and guided it ever so gently along the form hidden beneath, stroking slightly before suddenly recoiling in shock at the size hidden beneath; she fell back onto her bottom as she gasped in shock.
In that moment she wanted to run, to flee but she found that she couldn’t because even more than she wanted to run she wanted to stay.
SIMON SAIDHAVE YOU READ THE RULES?
: Do I win anything if I say yes?YOUR NAME
: CherieYOUR AGE
: over 21