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Dakota Capra
the basics
NICKNAME. Seven Capra
AGE. 26
BIRTHDAY. March 27, 1990.
MEMBER GROUP. Chicago PD
RANK. Officer
GENDER. Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Heterosexual
ACCENT/NATIONALITY.
Native American, Apache/Cherokee/Sioux
Accent Identifies as Australian
LOYALTY.Chicago PD/Civilians
the life style
ADDICTIONS/SICKNESS. PTSD
the looks
HEIGHT. 6'0"
EYE & HAIR COLOR. Hazel Eyes, Dark Brown Hair
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Scar under Left eye, Name Tattoo on Left Wrist "Emily"
APPEARANCE. Rarely seen without wearing either police uniform, or Biker Leathers. His hair is always under a beanie, or ruffled as if he just got off his bike. He only wear's jeans, even in uniform, he has custom tailored jeans for his uniform. His Biker Jacket is tailored to holster a pistol, hold a pack of cigarettes, and a Gunmetal Lighter. Most of his face cannot be seen due to long hair.
the personality
Sunday Mornings
Reading
Peace & Quiet
Motor Mechanics
Classic Rock
Classic Metal
Working
Being an Officer
Dogs
Sandwiches
DISLIKES.
Drama
Crime
Drugs
Innocent People Being hurt
STRENGTHS.
Combat (General)
People Skills
Driving
Animals
Job Skills
FLAWS.
Communication Issues
Trust Issues
ADHD
PTSD
DREAMS.
He relives the War constantly in his sleep.
He relives the school shooting when he was fifteen
FEARS.
PERSONALITY. His personality is rather happy despite his major issues, and PTSD. He keeps a steel curtain of happiness to hide his hurt. He remains energetic, loving, kind, but when it comes to the men who betrayed in the Bianchi family, he is stubborn, strong, and will do whatever it takes to take them down. He has a soft side for animals, and a weakness for women.
the history
MOTHER. Unknown
SIBLINGS. None
OTHER PEOPLE/PETS.
Shawn James Rennolt: His Godfather. He was stabbed on Seven's Fourteenth Birthday, and bled out in the street. He was a kind man, and loved by all, he was a former member of the Australian SAS.
SJ- Short for Shawn Junior. This little Pitbull is the only family left for Seven. He was named after Shawn because of two reasons, one, Shawn loved dogs, and two, SJ, and Shawn both were, and are strong, and protective, and SJ is like a son to Seven, and Shawn was a father to Seven.
HOMETOWN. Hutchinson, KS
HISTORY. He grew up in Hutchinson, Ks, although he spent all his summers in Australia, and lived with an Australian man, so he picked up the accent, and never lost it. He was a star athlete at his school, a good kid with excellent grades. He lived with his Godfather; Shawn for most of his life. On his Fourteenth Birthday, Shawn was murdered. Afterwards, Seven became a hardened Shell. He joined a teenage fight club, and had the largest file in the Junior penitentiary. It all changed when he left his group home to go to school. That day there was a shooter with a hunting rifle. After killing multiple staff members, and some students, he began to hunt Seven. Seven outsmarted him at every turn, and eventually led him to the roof. In the end, Seven accidentally pushed the boy off the building. The boy was stabbed threw the shoulder with Rebar, and was hanging off the edge, his rifle strap wrapped around his neck. He refused Seven's help, and thrashed around. He freed his body, and fell, the rifle was caught by more rebar, and hung the boy. Three years later, Seven joined the military. He ranked up to Sergeant quickly, but when an ambush claimed almost everyone but him, and a few soldiers, and their dog, he was honorably discharged for injury. He bounced around jobs for months, no one wanted a Veteran with PTSD, until finally he stumbled upon the Bianchi family. They hired him quickly, but when it all got too hot for him, and he was betrayed. After being left for dead, he moved to Chicago PD.Now, he is determined to ending the families. He has been known to get into fights with other officers, and criminals, although he does get along with women just fine.
PREVIOUS GROUP/RANK. Bianchi, Made Man
the roleplayer
HOW YOU FOUND US. Ad
EXPERIENCE. Year, or Two
OTHER CHARACTERS. Not Currently
RP SAMPLE. Seven walked down the dark alley, his weapon drawn. He bobbed his head around corners, and doorways. He could still here the heavy footsteps of the man he was pursuing. Suddenly, he saw a dark blur flash in his periph. He spun around, and raised his pistol at the suspect, "Drop it!" he commanded as soon as he recognized the wooden baseball bat. The man grinned, and swung. Seven fired a single shot, and the figure hit the cement with a hard thud. Holstering his weapon, Seven crouched by the man's body, and checked for a pulse. He pulled his fingers away, and sighed. He grabbed his radio, "suspect is down, I repeat, suspect is down."
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