Dusty Rhodes (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lone_ranger) wrote,@ 2008-09-02 01:54:00 |
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Character Information
| Character Information Name: Dusty Rhodes True Name: Dustin Robertson Gender: Male Age: 27 Birthday: March 15, 1994 Greatest Ambition: to survive and somehow make his family proud Physical Description: Height: 5'11" Weight: 155 lbs. Hair Color: dark brunet Eye Color: blue Build: strong build from a lifetime of working a ranch and manual labor Clothes: sturdy blue jeans, light fabric button-down shirts (as well at solid-colored t-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, and other simple styles), sturdy work boots, occasionally sandals or white socks if he's just hanging around home, wouldn't be caught dead without his white or black cowboy hat, and occasionally wears glasses (mostly for reading) Distinguishing Marks: various scars on his arms, legs, and back due to farming accidents and boyhood injuries Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Single or taken: Single (widower) Best friend: Hunter (Dog - Belgian Malinois) and Moo (Horse - Tennessee Walker) Personality: Dusty was brought up as a respectful southern gentleman, and having been raised mostly by his mama and two older sisters, he has a deep rooted respect for women in particular. In a world where everything seemed to be about a big corporate business, Dusty was in line to take over his father's ranch, which had once belonged to his late Grandpa Robertson. Dusty looked forward to this responsibility with due respect and pride. With his daddy's strong work ethic and determination, he was a most efficient ranch hand by the time he was five, and with encouragement and support from his mama, Dusty did rather well in school as well. Dusty has always been more of the reserved type. His sisters were the outgoing ones in the family. Working behind the scenes suited his fancy just fine, and not because of shyness or timidity. He was the strong silent type, did not draw too much attention to himself out of humility, the good southern Christian kind. This also meant that he did not ask too many girls out. The only dates he had were the ones his sisters set him up with or if the girl in question got up the guts to ask him out herself. His wife was actually a college friend of Becky's. He does have a bit of a wild or dark side, however, especially during these strange post-apocalyptic days. Alcoholism ran in his family, though thanks to his mama, the Robertson children never saw their daddy under the influence. He tries to stay away from the stuff, but the world has a way of catching him at his lowest, and on occasion, Dusty has been known to drink himself so stupid he can hardly remember his name the next day. And while he is mostly sweet and reserved, he does have a tendency to curse up a storm when he is really ticked off. Of course, he makes sure there ain't no women or children around when he starts his cussin' and spittin'. Personal History: Dustin John Robertson was the first-born son born of Joe Robertson and his wife Debbie. However, he was also the third and last child born to the family. The Robertsons ran a small yet successful ranch in southern Texas that had been in the family for many generations. When his older sisters were not busy with various chores, they helped their mama raise their charished baby brother. They saw what kind of jerks the boys turned into at school, and Bitsie and Becky wanted to make sure Dustin did not fall into the same sour mold. So the year Dustin attended Kindergarten, Mama would make breakfast in the mornings, Bitsie would pack lunches and then walk her Third grader sister and little brother down to the end of the road to catch the elementary school bus. An hour later, Sixth grader Bitsie would get on the bus for the middle school. Around noon, Mama would be waiting at the end of their dirt road for Dustin, and then around three she would be waiting for Becky with Dustin at her side, and finally around four they woudl all be waiting for Bitsie. After school, it was time for a quick snack and then chores before Mama had dinner on the table around six. Their Daddy and Mama would provide help with homework. Baths and bed time soon followed, with lights out at nine. As time went on, bed time and amount of time for homework fluctuated (especially once the kids got into high school), but chores were always done before dinner, and dinner was always served around six. In the crazy adolescent days to come, it would be his mother's stability that would keep Dustin sane (especially when Bitsie and Becky happened to be PMSing at the same time). He had a few what some would call girlfriends in high school. He went to all the Homecoming dances and prom, usually with a girl his sisters hooked him up with. He played football, did well in school, and all those other things "All-American Boys" are expected to do. He was not team captain or the most popular guy in school; he was just kind of there, and usually known as Becky's or Bitsie's brother. This suited him just fine, since he adored his sisters and did not care too much for the lime light some other people received. Soon enough, both of his sisters were off attending college; Bitsie was studying law with the hopes of becoming a lawyer, or a congresswoman, or perhaps even president if she felt like it, while Becky wanted a career as a doctor. She was not too sure about which kind, though. In the meantime, Dustin continued to help his parents on their ranch. When college time rolled around for him, he went to a local community college to get a degree in business. The college thing really was not for him, but his mama insisted that he at least get a degree in something (better to have a backup than nothing at all). The summer after Dustin turned twenty, Becky brought home a friend from college. Amy Jones. She was studying in the medical field along with Becky. Amy wanted to be a pediatrician; she loved getting to work with children. She even wanted to have a children of her own someday. Becky informed him that Amy was looking for a good Christian country boy to settle down with. Being as old fashioned as his mama could manage to make him, Dustin took a shine to the idea. Little did he know that Becky had been scheming to get him together with her friend, and it had been Amy's idea that she tag along with her for the summer (just to meet her family, of course). They spent the summer chatting and getting to know each other, and when Amy had to return to school in the fall, they still kept in frequent contact with each other. The following summer, they decided to make their relationship official. Two years later exactly, Dustin would finally pop the question. Amy accepted his proposal. Their wedding was held at the Robertson ranch, the perfect little country wedding Amy had dreamt about, complete with riding off into the sunset after the ceremony. Sure they went through trials together, but on the whole, Dustin could not complain too much about his life. But that was before the Ans Virus. Becky, who finally decided on the field of cosmetic surgery, was the first to bring information about the strange new anti-aging method into the Robertson household. She did not care too much for the idea, said it was too good to be true. Bitsie, now married to Congressman David Cordero, was quick to back her younger sister. As a political activist, she had worked to warn the public about the risks of this new technique. Looking back, Dusty only wishes he could have done something to help her put a stop to the creation of the damned idea. Becky and her brand new family were the first to go. So many of the infected came back to the office wanting to know how to cure their strange side-effects. Then Amy died, thanks to the contagious parents bringing in their sick children, desperate for some kind of cure. After the death of his wife, Dustin stayed secluded at the ranch with his parents, partly out of depression and partly because of the horrible rumors he had heard about the quaranteen camps the government had set up. They all knew Bitsie had passed on before the newspaper finally listed her name, among thousands of others, in the death toll. Dustin's mama nearly lost her mind. She kept muttering about how she should have brought every one out here to the farm where they would be safe. So far it looked as if they would survive the epidemic, but of course, it was a false hope. Perhaps her weakened mental state had something to do with it, but Debbie would soon fall ill with the disease. Joe and Dustin held a private funeral, no officials involved. A few weeks later, Joe would follow his wife. For a good while, Dustin was far too emersed in shock and grief to care about what was going on in the outside world. He drunk himself nearly to death, figuring he would die soon anyway. But perhaps the worst news was yet to come. A rumor floated around, only people above the age of twenty-five had been affected. Dustin Robertson would survive. He gave into his depression for at least another week, before the good Lord finally knocked him upside the head with some sense. He was still alive. It was still his duty to make his family proud and not waste all that they had worked their whole lives to build. With the world going topsy-turvy, supplies would be scarce as would law enforcement. He set to work on turning the ranch into a fortress, building the animal pens closer to house and making sure he kept in good supply of bullets. If anyone thought they could steal from his ranch, they were dead wrong. It was back-breaking work, and he hardly ever got any sleep. After the first winter on his own, Dustin realized he could no longer stay where he was, nor could he keep this job up on his own. So he headed North for the summer, in hopes of friendlier climate as well as more amiable companionship. Birth Location: Jackson County, Texas Blood Family: Father: Joseph "Joe" Robertson (deceased - Ans Virus) Mother: Deborah "Debbie" Robertson (deceased - Ans Virus) Oldest Sister: Elizabeth "Bitsie" Cordero (deceased - Ans Virus) Older Sister: Rebecca "Becky" Jackson (deceased - Ans Virus) Wife: Amy Jones Robertson (deceased - Ans Virus) What tribe do they belong to if any?: Wolves How long have they been with that tribe?: Since the second week in March, 2021 Personal Strengths: roping, riding, ranching, singing, and playing the guitar, works his body to the bone caring for his animals Personal Weaknesses: memories of his family, has a tendency to binge drink so tries to stay away from alcohol, women, can be a bit of a workaholic, acute anger issues, has a tendency to swear a lot Personal Skills and Training: basic schooling, can rope, wrangle, and brand cattle, skillful on horseback, other typical ranching duties, can sing and play the guitar decently Job: Farm hand PB: Kenny Chesney Plot ties Plot tie 1: Friends or people to help him keep track of his herd Plot tie 2: Lover (a cowboy needs a girl to sing about) Plot tie 3: Enemies (everyone has them) Your Information Characters Insanejournal Name: lone_rangerYour Name (Real or Internet): Desi Your Email: Your Messengers(AIM, Yahoo or MSN): Link to color photo of PB for the Character page:  http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v What interested you in this RPG: I'ma mod...and my muse demands to be obeyed. Sample Third Person Post of the Character: It had been a hard winter for a lot of people this year, especially with the world having gone all crazy since the virus broke out. But who could blame anybody for their reactions? Everyone had lost at least one person they loved, and that would be enough to knock anyone off their rocker. Dusty had lost his mama, daddy, his two sisters, and his beautiful wife of two years thanks to that damn Ans Virus. Who would've thunk that a bunch of plastic phonies out on the West Coast would bring about the end of humanity? Well, half of it anyway. With no women or children to have to be polite around, Dusty spit at the ground. There wasn't much sense in thinking about the past; it only made his temper flare, and there wasn't much he could do to fix or change things. That was perhaps what made him the most angry, the memories of watching his loved ones die. And there wasn't a damn thing he could have done about it. He wished the murderer had been human instead of an invisible terrorist. At least then he could have reasoned with the person or killed him before Amy had even a chance to be hurt. And it was probably a good thing that the creators of the Ans vaccine had been killed by their own virus. Dusty wasn't too keen on going to hell just because he killed a couple of dumbass scientists. Besides, it wasn't what Amy, his sisters or his mama would have wanted. Sure, Bitsie and Becky might have talked tough, but when the cards were all out on the table, they were just as kind-hearted as their mama. Now Daddy would've taken his shotgun to a few skulls, but that wouldn't upset Mama as well. So Dusty was stuck with having to accept things the way they were, which was a bitter brew to stomach. Trotting along the road, he was thankful for his decision to migrate north. Spending the winter in South Texas had proved to be an excellent idea, but with the temperature rising, he needed to get a move on if he and his herd were to survive another season. So he had taken his four remaining horses and seven head of cattle (one bull, three females, and their calves) up to Wyoming. Unfortunately, by the time he crossed the state line, he had only his two horses, the bull, a heifer, and a calf. The others had either died along the way or had been stolen (which probably meant death for the animal). Though he had passed through many hostile territories, he hoped that he would find a few amiable survivers he could hunker down with, at least until fall came around again. |
Disclaimer: I am not Kenny Chesney. This journal is for fictional RP purposes only. Though I do claim my cute little charie. Don't steal him. You will die.
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