ECKHART, Dale Jaden

[dale jaden eckhart]

DALEJADENECKHART

YOU SAY WE'RE BOTH LITTLE PEOPLE AND YOU LIKE IT THAT WAY,

NAME: Dale Jaden Eckhart
NICKNAME: Deck/Decka; DJ
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight (?)
BIRTHDATE: May 7
GROUP: Junior
SCHOOL: PHA
GRADE: Eleventh

BUT IN TIME I'M GONNA PUT THIS BODY TO SHAME,

Dale has never been one to pay much attention to her looks. She's always known she was fairly pretty; just from her parents telling her and her brothers warning her away from boys. Regardless, Dale doesn't really care. There are more important things to her. She does love her hair though, mostly because she's a tactile person. It's hard for her to go any length of time with twirling a strand around her fingers or tugging on the ends. She usually leaves it down because of that. However, when playing sports Dale always has it tied up in either a ponytail or simply bun. She can't stand for it to be in face and way when she's trying to concentrate on the game. Dale's eyes are a pale grey-blue and often wide-open, watchful.

Dale is generally pale just from her lineage but once spring comes and the outdoor sports begin she gets a tan quickly. She's on the shorter side but her body is still proportionate. Her curves are subtle but still there and she stays thin just from the active life she leads and the fact that she's a fiend for healthy food.

BODY TYPE: Athletic. Dale is just a little on the short side. Her body is thin, lithe and toned from the few sports she plays.
HAIR: Dale has blonde hair; worn just past her shoulders and a little wavy. She doesn't usually do much with it. If it's not just laying, Dale'll have it tied up in a ponytail or bun to keep it out her way.
EYES: Blue-grey
HEIGHT: 5'3"
WEIGHT: 120 lb
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: Just both her ears pierced once
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Dale has quite a few scars over her legs and hands from the various sports she plays. None there are really noticeable. There is one between her lower-lip and chin, though. She got that from learning that cleats + pavement + cartwheels do not good decisions make.
PLAY-BY: Brittany Robertson.

WEAR A SUIT LIKE MY OLD MAN,

Dale grew up in a loving, active family. She was very close to all her brothers and her parents were fun and loving. She was almost always active: running outside, playing make-believe. The only thing that could really make her sit still was a good book. And even then, she preferred to be running with the boys.

All through her childhood days, Dale was something of a tomboy. Surrounded by older brothers, it was bound to happen. She found herself daydreaming of soccer and hockey and football when she was supposed to be filling out her multiplication table. The only subjects that truly flared her interests were biology and history. She loved learning about the past and the human body. Her father was even more estactic than when she picked up a soccer ball; little Decka following in her father's footsteps to become a doctor.

Dale hasn't dated yet at in high school. She has always been interested in boys enough and some were interested back. She was more focused on just having fun, playing sports, and doing work though. Plus, the few years she had brothers in school with her it was hard to get a date. Older brothers tend to be...hand-on in their protectiveness. She's looking for a relationship, now, though and not just something silly.

HOMETOWN: Ontario
MOTHER: Michelle Eckhart nee Macey, 45, receptionist
FATHER: Thomas Eckhart, 46, Doctor.
SIBLING(S):
Timothy Eckhart, 22, grad student
Michael Eckhart, 19, college studet
Eric Eckhart, 18, senior
PETS: Churchill, Australian Kelpie.

PACK UP ALL MY THINGS AND GET MY ASS OUT OF TOWN,

Dale is, in one work, up-beat. Technically, that's a hyphenate of two words, huh? Regardless, Dale has always got energy, enthusiasm and optimism. She's a genius at finding either the silver-lining or humor in a situation. She's definitely not above laughing at herself and is constantly wearing a smile. She loves spreading that smile with her infectious charm.

Dale is always moving, nearly to the point of hyperactivity. She can't bear sitting still and often breaks into anxious movement if forced to. She's always eager to act, to help, to prove herself useful in some way. Young and fresh-faced, she's entirely willing to learn as much as she can, especially in her favorite subjects: biology and history.

Needing constant movement requires Dale to constantly be doing something. In fact, the only thing that can distract her is a good, classic book. Failing that, she relies on sports to ease her raging mind. Growing up in a family through of boys with a father who's a true man's man, it was no doubt that Dale would come out a jock. Often to her mother's lament.

There is one thing Dale won't tolerate, though: dishonesty. Of any kind. She absolutely deplores lying for any reason. She doesn't mind tiny white lies that don't matter and when lying is a necessity. But other than that, she's completely honest.

LIKES: sports (especially soccer & hockey), history, biology, running, going fast, her brothers, warm weather, healthy food, bacon (her only weakness), Churchill, being outside
DISLIKES: dishonesty, having to sit still, math, ignorance, self-absorbed people, being told what to do, not excelling at things, having to be patient
FEARS: losing all her family; being let alone
DREAMS: making her father proud; becoming a doctor

WE'VE GOT IT GOOD,

Hi, I'm KITTY and I've been around this world EIGHTEEN times. I play JUST DJ and I found out about this site from REWRITTEN CITY. I've been in this business for ABOUT FOUR YEARS. If you need to contact me, please do it through EMAIL/PM Oh, and by the way, admin edit.

WHETHER YOU LIKE THIS TOWN OR NOT,

Albus loved the taste of cigarette smoke. Not nicotine, though he did enjoy that as well, obviously. He loved kissing someone who had just been smoking. He loved being able to taste the smoke curling from their lips, out of their nostrils. He loved lacing his fingers through fingers that had just recently had a cigarette perched elegantly between them. He loved the slightly chilly air drifting in from a tucked away window that had been opened to vent the traitorous smoke so no professors or groundskeepers would be alerted to the indiscretion.

So when he had spotted his latest conquest (male, 5'9", dark blonde hair, deep brown eyes, Quidditch body, Irish lilt, sixth year Hufflepuff) loitering around said opened window, staring out of it moodily with a cigarette dangling from his lips and his arms crossed over his body, looking like he had just been told his owl had died, Albus couldn't help himself.

He had passed the man with only a glance in his direction and raised eyebrow to tell him of Albus' intention. Not a second later, just as he was passing in front of a never-used alcove, his partner ambushed him. Pushed against the stone wall inside, he found the boy's smoky mouth covering his, one hand tangling in his dark hair and the other finding one of his own.

Albus was sorry to let the other boy go but they had been at it for nearly a half hour and one of his siblings or cousins (because there were about four billion in the Weasley clan alone) would be after him any moment and it wouldn't do for them to find him like this. A few of them knew, but most of them didn't. Regardless, he pushed the Hufflepuff away, patted his cheek consolingly and murmured, "Tomorrow. Same time, same place, same cig." He walked off then, leaving his partner to contemplate the empty dark.

Albus headed back toward Gryffindor, craving a cigarette of his own. His hair was beyond disheveled from his activities but that wasn't really unusual. He had gotten most (all) of his father's looks, including the never-flat hair that Harry had acquired from his father. As for the bruised lips and flush at his pale cheeks...well, there wasn't much he could do about that.

Coasting through the portrait-hole, he entered the Commons and promptly flopped onto the couch. He stretched vaguely and kicked his feet up before pulling a thin book from his back pocket. Something to occupy his time. It was only the second or third Saturday in term so not only was there no coursework yet but almost no one was awake, really. Everyone was still running on Summer Holiday time which meant sleeping till well past noon on Saturdays. One of his cousins or siblings (since he didn't really have friends beyond family) was sure to wander by soon, though, and engage him in some sort of entertainment. He hoped it would be Rose. He wasn't supposed to pick favorites in the family but really: she was his.

I KNOW IT'S SMALL BUT WITH A BIG HEAD,

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[ELLIE]