OUTLAW, ALAN DUKE

[ALAN DUKE OUTLAW]

ALAN DUKE OUTLAW
Memory lane up in the headlights has got me reminiscing on them good times.
I'm turning off a real live drive and that's right, I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride.

NICKNAMES: Alan (by coworkers), Duke (by friends), Outlaw (by the best friends)
GENDER: Southern Gentleman
ANIMAL: Chocolate Lab
SEXUALITY: Striaght as the day is long
AGE: Ripe ol' age of 28. (Ha, not that old I know)
GRADE: n/a
OCCUPATION: Sabal Palms Counselor for letters A-H, and the Head Coach for the football team. GO PIRATES!
SCHEDULE:

TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.

I like to be organized, and make lists. Yep, lists make things seem more orderly.
Surprising for a man to like neat and orderly right?
Likes: Home-Cookin', fishin', campin', big trucks, football, shootin'(as in going to a gun range), beer, playing fetch (ahem) I mean, catch(like baseball?), overly sarcastic jokes, typical 'man' stuff. I'm mean on the grill, I can cook some damn good steak. Mmmhm. I occasionally drink whiskey, and I'm a Marlboro man.. I know it's a nasty habit, but it ain't too often I get a smoke in, because most the time I'm at the school. I only light up when I'm drinking, or at a bar, or really beyond bein' stressed out.
Dislikes: Rude-ness, people who are unappreciative of what life has given them, feeling unorganized, over populated cities (don't even ask me how I ended up in Orlando, way too many people, not enough woods.), cold-hearted women, beds that are too small, most cats (they're all just way too damn lazy), when it rains too much (its just sad), and one of the worst things is when a student I'm assigned for counseling won't let me do my job right. The 'silent' types, or the ones in denial that they've got themselves a problem with someone. I can almost always break a student of the bad habit, but there's always that one that needs a little extra work. And I'll be damned if I don't go the extra mile and make it happen.
Some Things I like to Think I'm Good at: Bar-B-Que, fixin' things (like cars, riding lawnmowers, most things with an engine made in America), speaking of America, supporting my country, working with guns(thanks to military and my love to hunt), acting like a dog (thanks to my shift), romancing the women(HA), bein' real professional-like when I need to be. So, watch out!

TELL ME MORE, PLEASE? WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

Well, damn, I alwyas have a hard time tryin' to describe myself on the spot like this. Really, to be truly honest with y'all, I'm a pretty down-home, southern gentleman kinda guy. I always try to take care of my own, which is another reason I'm a damn good counselor. I listen real well, take what they've got to say and put it into my own context, look at the bigger picture, and treat them as I would treat one of my own. I'm an honest man, I do my best to keep trust with my students and coworkers, and especially with my family. I've been let down a few times in my life, one of those times standing out much more than the rest, and I've learned I would never want to put anyone else on this earth through that kinda situation.
I've been known to be a hardass, I don't take trouble-making too kindly, and I defiitely will be buttin' heads with students who wanna be stubborn with me. I wish things were still like when i was younger and my mama would smack me so hard with a wooden spoon I wouldn't be able to sit right for a few days. Nowadays, I think parents/teachers are too easy on a lot of students who don't really deserve it. They play that pity card, and that's a reason why I love being football coach. Teach them boys some respect, pride, and determination to put their best on the line. Just seems like a lot of people think I can be too rough and tough for their sissy la-la kids. *Ahem* I'm sorry, let myself get a little worked up is all. I try to keep my temper in check, usually only gets to be a problem when I've been drinking, which ain't too often with school back in session.

THAT’S INTERESTING. CAN YOU TELL ME A SECRET? I PROMISE NOT TO TELL.

I was married. Once. To my high school sweet heart, Sarah Beth. We lasted all of three years and four months before I found out she'd been hitting the hay with one of our friends (Who actually joined the military with me, but was medically discharged after tearing up his leg and wouldn't be back on it for nearly a year). She blaimed it on my being in the military and "being gone for so long", but I knew that was just an excuse for her actions. Needless to say, I was crushed and refuse to speak to said 'friend' to this day and until after death. After that I gave up the search for finding 'The One', if she's out there I damn sure don't think I'll ever find her.

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OOC

YOUR NAME: OTaylor
YOUR GENDER: Female!
OTHER CHARACTERS: Addison Oleander
FACE CLAIM: Jake Gyllenhaal
RP EXAMPLE:

A rather tall, and slightly lanky female strolled through the mall in silence. Coming in at very nearly six feet tall, and layered in a plethora of her loud accessories she gathered a few odd looks here and there. Her loosely curled hair bounced along with her stride with a little help from the barely noticeable bob of her head as she tuned out all the 'traffic noise' and tuned into the music playing through the speakers of the building. She was clothed in cut-off, black denim shorts, a loosely fitted, white t-shirt with 'The Runaways' logo scrawled across the front, and red spray painted lettering that said 'CHERRY BOMB' on the back. The blonde's aviator styled sunglasses were pushed from her nose and into her hair, no point in wearing them inside right? Her face was laced with freckles, only some were hidden by her foundation, and her eye make-up consisted of heavy strokes of deep browns and golds. From her head all the way down to her worn out, red, converse clad feet the girl looked a hot mess. but, it was a good hot mess. She presented herself with confidence and that brought the whole look into perspective, she wore what she liked/wanted and didn't give a damn what anyone else thought about it.

The female passed by several popular stores, Tilly's, Pac Sun, Bass Pro Shop, and even the small Ron Jon location towards the front. But, with a large chick-fil-a bag clenched in her ring-clad fingers she walked past them with a bigger purpose. She was so distracted she almost didn't even hear the voice of one of her old neighbors and friends call her name out in greeting with a wave, "Addison! Haven't seen you in ages! We need to get lunch sometime, call me okay?!" The other darker haired female made a bee line for the blonde now known as Addison. Addy wrapped her arms around the girl in a quick hug, "Hey babe, You're right we do need to meet up! If I had more time we could catch up now but I'm trying to catch a friend while she's on her break! Call you this weekend maybe?" She responded to the unnamed girl, giving her a wave good bye as the brunette nodded in response, she turned on her heel and continued through the mall, Addison's stone colored eyes scanned the building for any other distractions that could occur before taking a hard left into the music store known as 'Muse'.

Within the first five steps into the store she heard a familiar voice, the specific voice she had came here for. "And I'm hungry like the wolf." The brunette sang, Addy smirked with a small laugh, her eyes glittered a bit before she began to laugh loudly at the customer's responses to Remy's serenade to her stomach. The blonde tried to sneak up to the counter, but with the jingle of her many bracelets and necklaces, and of course her obvious height there was no way Remy couldn't have seen her. "That's why you have wonderful friends who come to the mall for chick-fil-a and know how much you love it so they're so kind as to bring you some!" Addison placed the fast food bag on the counter with a grin, reaching in with a slender hand and pulling out the cardboard pouch filled with waffle fries before stuffing a few of them into her mouth. "Mmmmmm, these things are the best." She said, mouth still full, finally swallowing before pulling herself onto an empty edge of the counter to sit. "How's work been lady? Kickin' some arse and taking names I see?" She said playfully, motioning towards the huge stack of papers off to the side.

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[NOCTURNAL NINI]

♛ ACCEPTED !
welcome to sabal palm private high, alan!
do not forget to stake your claims.