Post by Lila Red on Mar 5, 2016 20:29:27 GMT -6
Name: Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Boxer. Part time work as a boxing instructor.
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: In the blue corner, standing at a towering height of 6’5 and weighing in at 238 pounds, we have Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson! She’s a Caucasian gal with pale skin, though a healthy glow emits from her due to her heavy training. Darrel has some masculine qualities in her body type, bearing broad shoulders and an incredibly muscled body type. This girl has a six-pack that could put most dedicated gym goers to shame and arms and legs that look like they could break a man in half if she wanted to. She’s proud of her muscles and gladly shows them off with her clothing choices. A sharp face with a strong jaw and piercing copper eyes give her a naturally masculine and fierce expression, arching eyebrows and a wide smile adding an energetic spark. Her hair is long and straight, bangs hanging in front of her face, messy and split down the middle, while the rest is gathered in a low ponytail that reaches to the small of her back. The top layer of her hair is dyed a dark blue along with her bangs, but the bottom layer is still its natural black.
Naturally, she has very calloused hand from all the equipment she uses, and a few scares here and there from a few tussles and training accidents. One of her favorite ones is a scar that goes down her collar in a jagged line. She thinks it makes her look tough.
Clothing Appearance: Darrel rarely ever wears normal shirts, you’ll always see her wearing the top to one of her boxing outfits, her favorite being a red one with a green hourglass shape on the middle, and over that a mid-length denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up and collar flared up to add a bit of a tough flare and show off her broad shoulders. A pair of rough, black cargo pants can always be found on her, hanging low on her hips but kept in place with a black belt with “LAWSON” printed large bold letters in silver along the left side of it. Fingerless gloves adorn her hands at all times, in case she ever gets in a tussle, and her lucky converse are always present. The heels and toes are a bit worn from all the miles they’ve walked, their original black color faded to more of a dusky gray and the star on the sides peeling off from age. Though the neon green laces on them are new and laced up in a flashy star shape.
And, just to show what little exists of her feminine side; she will always swipe on a layer of her favorite light blue lipstick and her flame themed eye shadow.
Personality: You’d think from how dedicated she is to training she’d be more of a serious type, but nope. The girl’s a damn clown. Always quick to pipe in a comeback or a comment, she’s always gotta get her two cents in. On the Brightside, she’s got a good sense of humor, so you’re bound to get a laugh out of most of what she says. The girl’s got a motor on her too, always has to be moving around and doing something, it’s rare to see her just sitting down and relaxing even if she’s tuckered out. The best way to get her to sit down, however, is to start a conversation on her three favorite things: Boxing, rock and roll music, and Rocky Balboa. That’ll get her to sit down for an hour or two. Darrel’s also quite the competitive spirit. Any kind of competition, whether it be a boxing tournament or a simple wheelbarrow race, she’ll do her best to get to the top. The girl’s got an indomitable spirit, once she’s determined to do something; she’s harder to stop than a charging bull.
Her father raised her to value these few things above all else; Family, determination, hard work, forgiveness, honesty, friends, courage, and confidence. Once this girl considers you blood, she’ll defend you with all that she can and be your support if you ever need her. Just call her name and she’ll be there. Darrel is a forgiving person, willing to let bygones be bygones and never one to hold a grudge. Of course, you’re going to have to give a damn good apology first. Brutally honest, which can get her in trouble with some people, she refuses to lie and cheat and holds a very sour opinion on those who do. To lie and cheat is like breaking some holy law in her book, it’s unacceptable and just plain wrong. Her courage is like a fire, raging and consuming every fiber of her being, pushing her forward and lighting everything in her path. However, she knows when she has to back down, and will begrudgingly do so when it’s called for. The one trait you’ll pick up right off the bat is her confidence. She always holds her head up high and walks with a strong gait. She knows who she is and where she comes from, and she’s damn proud of it.
If there’s anything she could certainly improve on, it would be her aggression and learning how to control her strength. Usually she isn’t quick to anger, but if you push all the right buttons, you’ll end up with a ticking atom bomb. It’s something she picked up in the ring and it can carry itself into her every day life. Her strength is rather the same as well. She’s used to being around people who are either used to her strength, so when meeting new people, she can unintentionally get a bit too rough. Just say the word and she’ll back off…probably sing a terrible parody of “Livin’ On a Prayer” to get a chuckle out of you and smooth things over.
Weapons/Tools: Stand, though she really only needs her fists to settle a fight quickly.
Skills:
Boxing: She’s been training since she was about 11, inspired by the Rocky movies and her father’s love for the sport. She’s been in more than just a few fights and competitions as well as daily training, she’s experienced. You never want to end up on the wrong side of her fists.
Agility: Training has made her quick; she’s light on her feet and hard to catch.
Precision: Once again, training and experience. She can knock a man right in the solar plexus every time.
Strength: One tough cookie. She’s embarrassed guys at the gym by out-lifting them numerous time, she’s even flipped full grown men with little to no problem.
Endurance: Partly stemming from her willpower, she can go hours at training without having to take a breather. In the ring, you can knock her down, but she’ll always get back up.
Stamina: Not easy to tire out, she’s grown accustomed to long periods of strenuous work and regular runs around the city have only helped her here.
Balance: Boxing is pretty good for developing balance. Got to make sure you don’t fall, after all.
Pain Tolerance: She’s been beat up pretty bad multiple times, she can take more than a few heavy hits before she’ll admit to pain.
Drums: Father-daughter jam sessions man, she’s always the drummer. It’s been a tradition since she was five.
Are they a Stand User: Yes
Quotes: “Name’s Darrel, Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson, and I’m gonna knock you out!” “Let’s dance, bet you can’t keep up!” “Lawson’s the name, winning’s the game!” “What? Never met a girl with a six-pack before?” “Here’s a tough question: ACDC or Queen?” “Y’know, it’s a pretty nice day today. Think I’ll sit for a bit.” “Okay, okay, I swear I got a good one this time! And no, it ain’t dirty…maybe!”
Their Goal: Become the best boxer there ever was! Watch out Muhammed Ali!
Their Secret: Not that she’s really embarrassed by it, but she wears men’s boxers. They’re just comfier.
Weaknesses: Temper, temper! Get her mad enough and she might just slip up! Best way to do this is insult her father or family name. Whatever you do….never bring up her mother. That is an EXTREMELY delicate issue! She really hates the woman…
Strengths: Her fighting experience and years of training. She knows what’s up when it goes down.
Bio: As a kid, Darrel was off to a pretty rough start. She was born to Jeanine Duncan and Wayde Gilmore Lawson at a most unfortunate time. The issue? Well…Jeanine was a 17 year old blonde cheerleader, and Wayde was a 16 year old rock fanatic. As her dad would go on to tell her when she was older, Jeanine hadn’t wanted to keep Darrel. In fact, she wanted to have an abortion. Wayde wouldn’t allow it and had begged her to keep the baby, at least give birth and put it up for adoption if she didn’t want it, anything to keep from having to end a life that hadn’t even started yet. Against the wishes of her parents, Jeanine agreed. Nine months later, Darrel was born. Wayde decided to name her after his grandpa and two favorite characters from his favorite movie, Rocky Balboa. Of course had Jeanine been awake and not sleeping, she would’ve told him right away that Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson was the worst name for a baby she’d ever heard.
Then came the question of who would get custody of baby Darrel. If you’re expecting some dramatic court story, you’re not going to get it. Pressure from her parents and her own honest opinion, Jeanine told the judge right off the bat that Wayde would be the better parent. She simply wasn’t ready for a child and Wayde seemed more than happy to have Darrel with him. So, custody went to Wayde and his grandparents, whom he lived with, gladly helped out however they could. From there she lived a rather pleasant childhood.
Whenever Wayde couldn’t be around due to school and work, grandpa Darry and grammy Dina would be there to take care of her. While they were more than loving and she has good memories of them, the memories closest to her heart are of her father coming home from his job cooking at little restaurant with the smell of that day’s special lingering on him, picking her up out of her crib, and sitting down with her as they had a Rocky Balboa marathon. How he’d happily provide a commentary to entertain her, how Grammy Dina had to yell down the hallway for Wayde to quiet down when he’d cheer too loud, and then him goofing off and mimicking the actions on screen and trying to get her to do the same before setting her down to sleep with a Queen CD playing at low volume on a nearby stereo as her lullaby jam. Occasionally other bands too, Wayde seemed to play ACDC and Bon Jovi the most whenever the Queen one wasn’t spinning.
If there was anything that had a profound impact on Darrel, it was when she was old enough to go to elementary school. Wayde would wake up even earlier to dress her up in some “real tuff” clothes, fix her some cereal and a sliced apple, and grab their backpacks before walking her to school. He held his head high as they walked down the streets and to the school, walking her to her classroom and never once looking embarrassed as whispers passed behind them. She remembers a few of the parents smiling and telling Wayde how cute it was that he walked his little sister to school, and how he’d smile and reply with “Glad to know my lil’ girl takes after me.” Before walking away so she could show him the picture she drew the other day. Never once did he look ashamed, only proud.
Middle school was when things got challenging. Kids would whisper about her odd growth spurts, her odd name, and worst of all, about her family. Wayde got frequent calls from school saying she got in fights, but that didn’t shock him. He knew Darrel could be a bit aggressive, but she always had a reason to snap at others. The reason is what shocked him.
She never snapped if it was him they whispered about, no. She’d snap whenever someone mentioned her mother.
Wayde had told her about Jeanine before she had gone into middle school, he figured telling her now would’ve been better than later. Darrel, completely torn apart about the thought of her own mother having wanted to abort her, had reached out to a friend for a support. Darrel learned right quick that some friends aren’t real friends. The story spread and soon kids were picking on her, taunting her about how her own mother hadn’t even wanted her. Wayde tried his best to comfort her and talk it out, but Darrel wanted nothing to do with the subject. Eventually things reached a boiling point and Darrel, desperate for someway to get the anger out, ran off.
She ran and ran until she couldn’t anymore and as if the very gods had lead her there, she stopped in front of a boxing gym. Curious and seeking shelter from rain, she went inside.
As you can guess, she pretty much fell in love with what she saw inside. Two people were going at it in a ring in the middle of the room, throwing strikes at each other without pause and shuffling around in some sort of dance. She watched on, feeling a strange elation as she studied how they moved around each other, how every muscled moved and flexed, the intense expressions they held on their faces as they threw jabs and hooks like they’d been doing it their whole life. She felt a pull at her arms and legs, leading her to a nearby punching bag in a trance like state. Something was guiding her, instructing her to move.
Hesitant and awkward, her first few tries to follow this invisible force failed miserably. She was too stiff. Almost naturally she seemed to realize the problem and loosened up, trying again and getting an instantly better form. The force burned all throughout her as she improved with each attempt, following the force with more and more confidence as it corrected her and taught her what to do. By the end of an hour, she had perfectly copied a combo she’d seen thrown by one of the boxers. The gym leader took notice of her as she repeated the motions, utterly amazed by how quickly she had learned the set and the fire blazing behind her eyes as she took her anger out on the punching bag.
That day she went home with a neon flyer in hand and a smile on her face. Wayde signed her up once he got a call from the gym leader, and Darrel was soon taking private boxing classes….after a month of being grounded for running off, of course. A dad’s gotta be a dad. Now she’s here eight years later, a boxing prodigy with all the effort and heart she puts into it, able to hold her head high with a confident smirk on her lips.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Occupation: Boxer. Part time work as a boxing instructor.
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: In the blue corner, standing at a towering height of 6’5 and weighing in at 238 pounds, we have Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson! She’s a Caucasian gal with pale skin, though a healthy glow emits from her due to her heavy training. Darrel has some masculine qualities in her body type, bearing broad shoulders and an incredibly muscled body type. This girl has a six-pack that could put most dedicated gym goers to shame and arms and legs that look like they could break a man in half if she wanted to. She’s proud of her muscles and gladly shows them off with her clothing choices. A sharp face with a strong jaw and piercing copper eyes give her a naturally masculine and fierce expression, arching eyebrows and a wide smile adding an energetic spark. Her hair is long and straight, bangs hanging in front of her face, messy and split down the middle, while the rest is gathered in a low ponytail that reaches to the small of her back. The top layer of her hair is dyed a dark blue along with her bangs, but the bottom layer is still its natural black.
Naturally, she has very calloused hand from all the equipment she uses, and a few scares here and there from a few tussles and training accidents. One of her favorite ones is a scar that goes down her collar in a jagged line. She thinks it makes her look tough.
Clothing Appearance: Darrel rarely ever wears normal shirts, you’ll always see her wearing the top to one of her boxing outfits, her favorite being a red one with a green hourglass shape on the middle, and over that a mid-length denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up and collar flared up to add a bit of a tough flare and show off her broad shoulders. A pair of rough, black cargo pants can always be found on her, hanging low on her hips but kept in place with a black belt with “LAWSON” printed large bold letters in silver along the left side of it. Fingerless gloves adorn her hands at all times, in case she ever gets in a tussle, and her lucky converse are always present. The heels and toes are a bit worn from all the miles they’ve walked, their original black color faded to more of a dusky gray and the star on the sides peeling off from age. Though the neon green laces on them are new and laced up in a flashy star shape.
And, just to show what little exists of her feminine side; she will always swipe on a layer of her favorite light blue lipstick and her flame themed eye shadow.
Personality: You’d think from how dedicated she is to training she’d be more of a serious type, but nope. The girl’s a damn clown. Always quick to pipe in a comeback or a comment, she’s always gotta get her two cents in. On the Brightside, she’s got a good sense of humor, so you’re bound to get a laugh out of most of what she says. The girl’s got a motor on her too, always has to be moving around and doing something, it’s rare to see her just sitting down and relaxing even if she’s tuckered out. The best way to get her to sit down, however, is to start a conversation on her three favorite things: Boxing, rock and roll music, and Rocky Balboa. That’ll get her to sit down for an hour or two. Darrel’s also quite the competitive spirit. Any kind of competition, whether it be a boxing tournament or a simple wheelbarrow race, she’ll do her best to get to the top. The girl’s got an indomitable spirit, once she’s determined to do something; she’s harder to stop than a charging bull.
Her father raised her to value these few things above all else; Family, determination, hard work, forgiveness, honesty, friends, courage, and confidence. Once this girl considers you blood, she’ll defend you with all that she can and be your support if you ever need her. Just call her name and she’ll be there. Darrel is a forgiving person, willing to let bygones be bygones and never one to hold a grudge. Of course, you’re going to have to give a damn good apology first. Brutally honest, which can get her in trouble with some people, she refuses to lie and cheat and holds a very sour opinion on those who do. To lie and cheat is like breaking some holy law in her book, it’s unacceptable and just plain wrong. Her courage is like a fire, raging and consuming every fiber of her being, pushing her forward and lighting everything in her path. However, she knows when she has to back down, and will begrudgingly do so when it’s called for. The one trait you’ll pick up right off the bat is her confidence. She always holds her head up high and walks with a strong gait. She knows who she is and where she comes from, and she’s damn proud of it.
If there’s anything she could certainly improve on, it would be her aggression and learning how to control her strength. Usually she isn’t quick to anger, but if you push all the right buttons, you’ll end up with a ticking atom bomb. It’s something she picked up in the ring and it can carry itself into her every day life. Her strength is rather the same as well. She’s used to being around people who are either used to her strength, so when meeting new people, she can unintentionally get a bit too rough. Just say the word and she’ll back off…probably sing a terrible parody of “Livin’ On a Prayer” to get a chuckle out of you and smooth things over.
Weapons/Tools: Stand, though she really only needs her fists to settle a fight quickly.
Skills:
Boxing: She’s been training since she was about 11, inspired by the Rocky movies and her father’s love for the sport. She’s been in more than just a few fights and competitions as well as daily training, she’s experienced. You never want to end up on the wrong side of her fists.
Agility: Training has made her quick; she’s light on her feet and hard to catch.
Precision: Once again, training and experience. She can knock a man right in the solar plexus every time.
Strength: One tough cookie. She’s embarrassed guys at the gym by out-lifting them numerous time, she’s even flipped full grown men with little to no problem.
Endurance: Partly stemming from her willpower, she can go hours at training without having to take a breather. In the ring, you can knock her down, but she’ll always get back up.
Stamina: Not easy to tire out, she’s grown accustomed to long periods of strenuous work and regular runs around the city have only helped her here.
Balance: Boxing is pretty good for developing balance. Got to make sure you don’t fall, after all.
Pain Tolerance: She’s been beat up pretty bad multiple times, she can take more than a few heavy hits before she’ll admit to pain.
Drums: Father-daughter jam sessions man, she’s always the drummer. It’s been a tradition since she was five.
Are they a Stand User: Yes
Quotes: “Name’s Darrel, Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson, and I’m gonna knock you out!” “Let’s dance, bet you can’t keep up!” “Lawson’s the name, winning’s the game!” “What? Never met a girl with a six-pack before?” “Here’s a tough question: ACDC or Queen?” “Y’know, it’s a pretty nice day today. Think I’ll sit for a bit.” “Okay, okay, I swear I got a good one this time! And no, it ain’t dirty…maybe!”
Their Goal: Become the best boxer there ever was! Watch out Muhammed Ali!
Their Secret: Not that she’s really embarrassed by it, but she wears men’s boxers. They’re just comfier.
Weaknesses: Temper, temper! Get her mad enough and she might just slip up! Best way to do this is insult her father or family name. Whatever you do….never bring up her mother. That is an EXTREMELY delicate issue! She really hates the woman…
Strengths: Her fighting experience and years of training. She knows what’s up when it goes down.
Bio: As a kid, Darrel was off to a pretty rough start. She was born to Jeanine Duncan and Wayde Gilmore Lawson at a most unfortunate time. The issue? Well…Jeanine was a 17 year old blonde cheerleader, and Wayde was a 16 year old rock fanatic. As her dad would go on to tell her when she was older, Jeanine hadn’t wanted to keep Darrel. In fact, she wanted to have an abortion. Wayde wouldn’t allow it and had begged her to keep the baby, at least give birth and put it up for adoption if she didn’t want it, anything to keep from having to end a life that hadn’t even started yet. Against the wishes of her parents, Jeanine agreed. Nine months later, Darrel was born. Wayde decided to name her after his grandpa and two favorite characters from his favorite movie, Rocky Balboa. Of course had Jeanine been awake and not sleeping, she would’ve told him right away that Darrel Rocky Apollo Lawson was the worst name for a baby she’d ever heard.
Then came the question of who would get custody of baby Darrel. If you’re expecting some dramatic court story, you’re not going to get it. Pressure from her parents and her own honest opinion, Jeanine told the judge right off the bat that Wayde would be the better parent. She simply wasn’t ready for a child and Wayde seemed more than happy to have Darrel with him. So, custody went to Wayde and his grandparents, whom he lived with, gladly helped out however they could. From there she lived a rather pleasant childhood.
Whenever Wayde couldn’t be around due to school and work, grandpa Darry and grammy Dina would be there to take care of her. While they were more than loving and she has good memories of them, the memories closest to her heart are of her father coming home from his job cooking at little restaurant with the smell of that day’s special lingering on him, picking her up out of her crib, and sitting down with her as they had a Rocky Balboa marathon. How he’d happily provide a commentary to entertain her, how Grammy Dina had to yell down the hallway for Wayde to quiet down when he’d cheer too loud, and then him goofing off and mimicking the actions on screen and trying to get her to do the same before setting her down to sleep with a Queen CD playing at low volume on a nearby stereo as her lullaby jam. Occasionally other bands too, Wayde seemed to play ACDC and Bon Jovi the most whenever the Queen one wasn’t spinning.
If there was anything that had a profound impact on Darrel, it was when she was old enough to go to elementary school. Wayde would wake up even earlier to dress her up in some “real tuff” clothes, fix her some cereal and a sliced apple, and grab their backpacks before walking her to school. He held his head high as they walked down the streets and to the school, walking her to her classroom and never once looking embarrassed as whispers passed behind them. She remembers a few of the parents smiling and telling Wayde how cute it was that he walked his little sister to school, and how he’d smile and reply with “Glad to know my lil’ girl takes after me.” Before walking away so she could show him the picture she drew the other day. Never once did he look ashamed, only proud.
Middle school was when things got challenging. Kids would whisper about her odd growth spurts, her odd name, and worst of all, about her family. Wayde got frequent calls from school saying she got in fights, but that didn’t shock him. He knew Darrel could be a bit aggressive, but she always had a reason to snap at others. The reason is what shocked him.
She never snapped if it was him they whispered about, no. She’d snap whenever someone mentioned her mother.
Wayde had told her about Jeanine before she had gone into middle school, he figured telling her now would’ve been better than later. Darrel, completely torn apart about the thought of her own mother having wanted to abort her, had reached out to a friend for a support. Darrel learned right quick that some friends aren’t real friends. The story spread and soon kids were picking on her, taunting her about how her own mother hadn’t even wanted her. Wayde tried his best to comfort her and talk it out, but Darrel wanted nothing to do with the subject. Eventually things reached a boiling point and Darrel, desperate for someway to get the anger out, ran off.
She ran and ran until she couldn’t anymore and as if the very gods had lead her there, she stopped in front of a boxing gym. Curious and seeking shelter from rain, she went inside.
As you can guess, she pretty much fell in love with what she saw inside. Two people were going at it in a ring in the middle of the room, throwing strikes at each other without pause and shuffling around in some sort of dance. She watched on, feeling a strange elation as she studied how they moved around each other, how every muscled moved and flexed, the intense expressions they held on their faces as they threw jabs and hooks like they’d been doing it their whole life. She felt a pull at her arms and legs, leading her to a nearby punching bag in a trance like state. Something was guiding her, instructing her to move.
Hesitant and awkward, her first few tries to follow this invisible force failed miserably. She was too stiff. Almost naturally she seemed to realize the problem and loosened up, trying again and getting an instantly better form. The force burned all throughout her as she improved with each attempt, following the force with more and more confidence as it corrected her and taught her what to do. By the end of an hour, she had perfectly copied a combo she’d seen thrown by one of the boxers. The gym leader took notice of her as she repeated the motions, utterly amazed by how quickly she had learned the set and the fire blazing behind her eyes as she took her anger out on the punching bag.
That day she went home with a neon flyer in hand and a smile on her face. Wayde signed her up once he got a call from the gym leader, and Darrel was soon taking private boxing classes….after a month of being grounded for running off, of course. A dad’s gotta be a dad. Now she’s here eight years later, a boxing prodigy with all the effort and heart she puts into it, able to hold her head high with a confident smirk on her lips.