BOURBON, dallas ruby

[morleigh4]

Character Name: Dallas Ruby Bourbon
Nickname(s): Dally
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Subgroup: Original
Occupation: unemployed
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 120
Height: 5'10
Appearance:

Look at her. She's obviously attractive. Long legs, toned from years of beach volleyball and good genetics. Long hair, naturally dark and thick. Sleek body, groomed and catered too; never tainted with unhealthy foods. She's one ofthose girls. She looks like one, at least. But, with that body comes the terrible fashion crime that is Dallas Bourbon. She's just so lazy, and really doesn't care. Cutoff shorts, tee shirts, sneakers, baseball cap. That's it, her signature look right there. But, she's not stupid. She knows that for certain occasions, she needs to dress up. But, when she knows that her body is hot shit, she doesn't care what she wears. It'll be hot shit in a paper bag.

So, her hair is naturally that colour. This is a fact she's had to fight nail and tooth to defend. You know girls. But, there are some things about it that she hates. It's incredibly thick, which makes brushing it a pain. And when she showers, globs of hair fall out, inevitably clogging the drain. And when it's super thick, ponytails are impossible, bobbypins are impossible. There are just things you can't do with thin hair! And during the summer, she always wants to shave her head. But, it's a love/hate relationship. She's known for ponytails, always using two rubber bands. But, when she's extremely lazy, she'll let it fall down, unbrushed and wavy.

When it comes to make up, Dallas dreads putting it on. Since she's never worn it, she doesn't know how to properly apply it, so it always ends up coming out as gross, thick, blobs on her eyes. So, she's lucky that she doesn't really need it. Except for the odd scar or blemish that'll get covered in concealer, she generally just doesn't bother. Of course, everyone has flaws. Unfortunately, at times, Dallas seems to have the most. Like her last name suggests, she is a big partier/drinker. So, she tends to get huge dark circles and bags under her eyes, and she's naturally pale, so with that, she looks something like a corpse. But, when she's that gross looking, the apartment is where she's going to hide for the rest of the day.

Blessed with good genetics, Dallas is thin and has muscular build. But, she never really does anything to accentuate it, so it's just left as an underlying thing. And Dallas definitely takes for granted her bodybuild. She'll eat nothing but organic foods, nothing but diet drinks or water. Hollywood's tainted her mind of unhealthy foods and she's deathly afraid of cellulite. Although, she'll never mention the dimples that she found on her arse. Never. But, she can be found at the gym, pounding on the treadmill. Every month or so she tries to get into an exercise regime, but fails. When she was younger, she was a competitive gymnast, but grew to hate the sport after she was old enough to decide on her own. But for the most part, she's extremely lazy.

As for distinguishing features, Dallas has a few scattered tattoos. Her favourite being the portrait of Marilyn Monroe on her forearm. She tends to regret her tattoos, especially since most are from drunken nights out at her family's bar in Los Angeles. But, she wouldn't get one removed, just because she'd rather have a tattoo than some wiggly black lines. Also, she has three piercings in each ear, one cartilage piercing, and a bellybutton ring. Rebel child, you could say. Which is Dally on the dot. She's never been one to follow the trends. In fact, Dally would boast to say that she's even started a few. But, hey, what happens in Los Angeles will always be a few miles away, and really who gives a fuck?

Dallas is not afraid of dirt. She'll get down with the boys, and many times, she comes out with dark bruises and ugly scrapes. But, she loves it. Each scar tells a story, and believe me, Dally loves to tell them. So, growing up with older brothers, she's certainly a tomboy at times. Her tennis shoes will be drenched in mud by the time she's done hanging with her brothers and their friends. But, that's cool by Dally. Whatever goes.

Personality:

Dallas never liked to stay inside the lines. She was always her own person. Of course, she was one of those popular girls back in high school, but she never "conformed to the man." Dallas never wore the Ralph Lauren polos or short khaki shorts. No, she was into the dramatic things. So, you could definitely say that Dally is a drama queen. Everything is blown out of proportions. A boy cheats on her - Lord forbid - and he "broke her heart into a thousand microscopic pieces, thus ruining her for any other man!" That's just how she is. She is from Los Angeles. But, that doesn't necessarily mean that Dally doesn't have a grasp on reality. By no means does she think the world revolves around her. She knows. And truth be told, she likes that she's little Miss Nobody down in Central, because it makes her feel normal.

Now, she is quite spoiled. Rotten, no, but she's up there. Her father was wealthy and able to provide her with the things that she wanted. But, in that sense, she's also quite giving. She's known to give away designer handbags and clothing to good-will companies, because she just has no need for material things after awhile. Although, she's always up for a shopping trip. Dallas is just that girl that you can't put your finger on. At times she can seem extremely bitchy and materialistic, and at other times she's sincere and giving. Bipolar wouldn't be the word, but a synonym would definitely come close.

So, Dallas is smart. Not honor roll dean's list smart, but she's definitely not stupid. On rainy afternoons she'll curl up in a sweater and read Tolstoy or Shakespeare. And, before dropping out of college, she was studying bio-chem. And don't think you can try and out-wit her, she won't find it very charming. Fact of the matter is, she's most likely smarter than you. Dally's that girl that uses her smarts to her advantage. She'll come off suave and confident, just because she knows that she's got brains and beauty. And with her smarts comes stubbornness. Don't tell the sky is green, she's not going to kowtow. She's a fighter for what she believes in, and definitely will stand behind that a billion percent.

Empathy is a characteristic that Dallas cherishes. After a personal family loss, Dallas was left very cold and hurt by everyone. All she wanted was someone who could comfort her and be there for her. No one was. So, instead of leaving bitter, she decided to do the right thing and embrace the life lesson in front of her. She was going to do what people didn't do for her. So, Dallas is the first one there when a friend is upset or angry. She listens, gives advice. When it comes to her friends, they're her family. And although, she's gone through extremely rough patches with girls before, she knows when people are actual true friends. And, with friends, she normally strays towards guy friends, just because she's more of tomboy than a girly girl. And, also, guys just don't start drama like girls do.

Dallas will be the first one to call you out if she thinks you're bullshitting. She's essentially fearless, a trait that came growing up with four older brothers. When lizards and spiders were being carried around the house at all times of the day, you just had to get used to it. So, Dally lives for the thrill. Base jumping, surfing, -a favourite- mouthing off to cocky guys, you name it. She likes that little bit of adrenaline you get it. Adrenaline junkie? Hell yes.

History:

Mark Bourbon was that asshole guy in high school. Guys in line to be the best friend, girls in line to be the one-night stand. So, what would he want with dorkish, arty Louisa May? The Kentucky native had a scarlet drawl and even redder hair, usually kept out of her face by a colourful bandana. She was pretty, eh, but she was loser. Honestly, her friends were the art kids, and her only boyfriend had been in secondary school, when labels weren't given. Well, Mark didn't have an interest in her. At all, actually. It was part of cruel joke. Seduce the outcast, get in her pants by Senior Prom. It would be all too easy, Mark knew it. He didn't count on the bucket of paint that Louisa threw on his shirt when he grabbed her ass. She wasn't like the girls he was used to. And that, in itself, attracted him to her. But, Louisa would never fall in love with a jerk like that. Never. And Mark would never fall in love with a loser like her. So, they were doomed from the start. That's what labels do.

But, Mark worked hard and quickly. By Senior Prom, they were already dating. Getting in the pants? Date two. That was long gone. And Mark wasn't faithful. Oh, no, not in the least. Yes, they were "going steady" - Lousia had the class ring on a chain around her dainty neck to prove it - but, it didn't matter. It was expected of Mark, so he'd do it. And, come the night of the prom, Louisa was easily the prettiest girl in the room. But, when she found out the only reason that Mark started talking to her, the petite girl's face was as red as her hair. And that was the end of Mark and Louisa, not to mention the shiner she gave the pretty boy. Louisa refused to talk to Mark, and actually contemplated asking her parents to move back to Kentucky. But, Mark was in love. Yes, sappy high school love story of the eighties. Only, this wasn't a film directed by John Hughes. There was no random music scene, no Patrick Dempsey on a lawnmower, no John Cusack with a boom box. No, this was nothing like that and Louisa was royally pissed off. Dally and her brothers were almost never born! If it hadn't been for Mark's suave ways, that is. Three dozen red roses, a particularly heartfelt and teary-eyed speech about how utterly horrified and apologetic Mark was, and the two were once again dating.

After graduation, the two moved into a small flat in downtown Los Angeles. Louisa took art classes, while Mark took business classes and other boring, manly things. And, it was inevitable. They got married a year after graduation, in the summer. And then baby Kenner came. A beautiful baby boy was to be expected. The gene pool was to be sure of that. And, soon after Kenner was Channing. And after Channing was Penn. And they took a break after that. Three toddlers was certainly a huge handful. And they had certainly rushed into it, hadn't they? They'd only been married for two and half years, three children already? The pressure was getting to Louisa. She had dropped the classes, and she seemed to never paint anymore. But, she loved her children and her husband, that was for sure. It was just that... she was so unhappy. She contemplated leaving the family, but she knew she could never do that to Mark.

Maybe another baby would help, right? Well, they could try. No, Oliver didn't help. Louisa was becoming extremely stressed. Her bright red hair was fading and thinning. She'd find globs of it in the shower and her hairbrush. It was sad, really. But, then, the oops came. When they found out it was a girl, well that certainly made Louisa happy. She'd finally have someone to pamper instead of clean the dirt out of soccer cleats for. But, her mommy job was so demanding. She was heavy-lifting all the time, and she finally snapped. The cigarettes came out soon after, and a pack a week was her limit. But, she died in childbirth due to a diabetic problem she never realized she had. Little Dallas never got to meet her mother. Mark was devastated. He had just opened a bar in Los Angeles that was immediately renamed to "Louisa May". So, that kept them wealthy. It was a very popular bar, and Mark inherited his parents fortune when they passed.

But, it wasn't the same without Louisa. Especially since Mark had no idea how to raise Dallas. When she turned twelve, the "woman talk" was extremely awkward and involved plumbing tools and red wine. But, Dallas didn't mind. She liked being a tomboy. It only bothered her when all the other little girls at school talked about their mums and how they did this and that. She didn't do that with her dad. But that was okay. It was when Dallas turned sixteen, things began to change. Oliver, her closest brother, began to do some experimental drugs, and began to deal them. He used Dallas as a drug mule sometimes, dressing her in slutty clothing, as her body was finally developed. But, one day, Dallas came home to find the whole house empty. The family was at the hospital, where an unresponsive Oliver had slipped into a heroin and cocaine induced coma. He later died a few short days later. The whole town was abuzz with the news of Bourbon boy overdosing. Now, oding wasn't an uncommon occurrence in Los Angeles, but for that family it was.

Dallas's closest friends turned out to be backstabbers and flakes, and for a long while Dallas trusted no one, talked to no one, and vegged out at home. Come graduation, she high tailed elsewhere. Her father payed for her living arrangements, because he knew the need Dallas felt to leave. He himself wanted to leave so desperately as well. All of her brothers had moved to various parts of California, but Central was where Dallas wanted to go. She was studying bio-chemistry, but quit when she realized that she wasn't ready to launch into her life again. She wanted to just chill, to party, to breathe again. No one knew about Oliver or her family. She was just that girl with the rockin bod and the sex appeal. The girl that had no gag reflex and super flexibility. The girl that was named after the lonestar, broken blues city. The girl that would rip your heart right out of your chest just for a thrill. Dallas.

Sample Rp:

link and pippa and erynnn!

Celeb:

Megan Fox

Out Of Character:

morleigh
i love you <3
not doin this.

[( tahlia )]