Post by KOLBY JAMES DANTUM on Aug 3, 2010 20:41:35 GMT -5
FULL NAME Kolby James Dantum
NICKNAMES Kolby
AGE Twenty Four
SEXUALITY Heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP Townie
OCCUPATION Mechanic
GRADE
HEIGHT 6 feet
HAIR Dark brown
EYES Pale Blue
PLAY-BY Bam Margera
LIKES Cars, going fast, women, dogs, bikes, working on vehicles, partying hard, doing stupid things, tattoos, his iguana
DISLIKES Getting used, the wrong parts, breaking tools, not driving, not working, sitting at home alone, cats
DREAMS Kolby’s living it. A mechanic with his own at home shop.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Well since you don’t know Kolby, you should be forewarned. He’s pretty much completely crazy. Working hard and playing harder. Has to be one of the most generous people. He will work for almost free in lots of cases. Upon meeting Kolby you might get a little scared, he’s nuts. Crazy is really the only way to say it, but when he’s working, damn he works hard. Being as easy going and generous as he is Kolby has been burned. With money to boot he can be a bit stand offish on relationships. Women use him for money, he’s bought cars he doesn’t own and well he’s known to spend just as much money as he makes. All around Kolby doesn’t seem to bother easy, anger is just a state of mind you rarely will see him in. It takes a lot to anger this childish beast.
MOTHER Candace Maria Dantum - Deceased
FATHER Jacen Colter Dantum – Police officer - Deceased
SIBLINGS None
PETS Chewy - Three year old – Doberman Pincher and Boomer – Six year old – Red Iguana
OTHER FAMILY None
WEALTH CLASS Upper
HOMETOWN Calgary Alberta Canada
OVERALL HISTORY Kolby was born on the party day of the year, New Years day. Now maybe that is why Kolby is all about fun and partying, but well let’s face it, with a police officer as a father how could one be so wild? Easy, you did not get into trouble. No other cop will give you a ticket or arrest you. And well every felt a little bad that his father had to basically raise Kolby on his own. Kolby’s mother died when Kolby was three, she had serious complications birthing a still born sister and died in the hospital. Now maybe that would be so hard on Kolby’s father that he never did much about kolby’s crazy attitude. When parents don’t pay much attention to your kid they tend to do other things. Kolby was crazy, dares, jokes, and hell, the works. It was all part of him, maybe making up for lack of attention as a child. Kolby spent most of his teens in either a legit auto shop or a chop shop. He wanted to be a mechanic, in the legit shop he could watch and learn real tricks of the trade, and well a chop shop let you do whatever you want as long as they were making money. Leaving the chop shop on his own will Kolby became a mechanic and hell, he was a damned good one. When his father died in a shoot out when Kolby was twenty Kolby took the money he made into investment and made himself a life. Moved south for the joy of sun, or maybe getting away from his hometown.
NAME/ALIAS Dodge
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE Yep
OTHER CHARACTERS None
ROLEPLAY SAMPLEPulling up to the closed shop doors was a car that didn’t look like something any typical teacher would drive. The 2006 Subaru Impreza was a site to see, a custom WRX STI, the car was a site to see. The tuner exhaust purred like any of your typical tuner rice rockets. That was the new fad with kids these days right? Loud canned exhaust tips that screamed at high RPM. Then again when the manual transmission shifted the sweet sound of a blow off valve calmed the nerves. Turbo, now who didn’t like the sweet sound of a turbocharger blow off valve? It just spelled power in a sedan of all cars. Flawless white paint, the typical STI spoiler and all with five spoke black rims. Now the tinted black windows hid the driver in the sunlight. Then again, why would you be looking at the driver with the tuner exhaust and deep sound of bass humming from the car? It practically shook. Though the normal rattling sound of the trunk shaking or licence plate shaking against its place. Now why in hell would a teacher be rolling around in such an amazing car?
You could see a bit of movement through the shadows in the windshield and the large bay door in front of the car opened up. Revealing the school’s auto shop. Now it was a large shop, like a second home for a man like this. The car pulled into the shop, just far enough so it was in the shop. Then the custom turbocharged engine died, the white door opened to reveal one interesting character. Dark hair was a little sloppy but his stunning blue eyes looking around the shop. This six foot well built twenty three year old looked like he was in love. Then again any good mechanic admired any good shop. This man didn’t look much like a mechanic on the other hand, his bright yellow graphic tee was spotless and new, designer style diesel jeans didn’t have even close to a flaw. The one thing that made him look even close to a mechanic was the steel toed boots on his feet.
Now at a closer look the twenty three year old looked more like a college student. Tattoos covered most of his body. Letters on each of his fingers and ink covering most of his left arm. Oh tattoos, why would they hire a teacher like him? Maybe they lost their minds? Opening the trunk of the car reaching around the custom made sub box and three twelve inch subs and three large amps in the back along with a couple converters and of course, an extra battery. His tattooed fingers pulled out three matching sets of coveralls, deep green in color, each with “Kolby” written on a sleeve in a white patch. Now for better introduction he was known as the new auto shop teacher, Kolby James Dantum. Now how did a Canadian boy end up here? Well he’d been in the states for quite some time, doing his last year of mechanics and his teaching degree. This character looked like he should have a degree in tattooing but hell, he was here right? His tattooed hands shut the trunk as he walked through the large shop. Blue eyes scanning the empty room as he walked into his small office. Yeah, a hole in the wall, but it was his, he already had a plate with his name on it on the door. A computer of his own, of course a desk and a brand new stack of paperwork to fill out.
Hanging the coveralls on the hooks on the walls he sat down at his desk. Eyes glancing through the huge windows at the empty shop. He couldn’t wait for his classes to start tomorrow; hopefully he had a good show. Blue eyes glanced down at the papers on his desk. A couple extra forms to sign and a signup sheet he would tape to the window. Hopefully some students would sign up for his class here, though there was another signup sheet in the office. He filled out the forms he needed to and placed them to the side, grabbing some tape and hanging up the signup sheet on the clear window. He eyed it for a quick minute before taking his own tour around the shop. He inspected the tool boxes and moved to his own personal. He had moved that in a couple days ago, it was huge in size compared to the student boxes. Each filled with some basic tools needed to do basic work. He had a key to the room with all specialized tools and everything expensive enough not to leave in the hands of high school kids. His tool box was locked up tight of course; he had his own tools of almost everything.
His blue eyes glanced around the shop and he slowly walked back to his office. Sitting down at his desk, reading over some papers, he had some cars to look at today. The schools donated vehicles they use for the student to work on. For insurance of course. You can’t let a bunch of fifteen year olds work on someone else’s car. Though the advanced class he was sure was able to bring in vehicles of their own and work on something besides the school’s donated cars. He looked over the list of vehicles he had to work with. A couple cars and a couple trucks, most were old or written off somehow. Some were donated out of the goodness of people’s hearts but as long as it worked for what he needed it for it didn’t matter where they came from. He’d surely bring in some of the vehicles to look over them. Though he had a list of things the vehicles were usually used for. Some for normal tunes ups, others for clutches and so many more things. He was happy he was supplied with engines set up to rip apart to show the students the inside mechanics of an automotive engine. Most of them were old Chevrolet 350’s because well face it, they were easy. Reading his paperwork and going over things he logged into his school account on the computer, checking out any emails. Some welcome notices from faculty and staff and of course with ever new mailing account you get junk mail.
He hoped some students would wish to sign up, they must have seen the car pull up and be a bit interested. Maybe some staff would come visit their new fellow employee. Having things to do here, he really didn’t want to do company would be a good thing to have. Then again the word of mouth around this school had to be quick and a new teacher he remembered in his last school caused quite a fuss.
