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Dante, Dallas Wilkinson ♛ 20 — Leakey, TX — Homosexual— Human

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Personality.

Dante and Dallas Wilkinson are the epitome of down home southern boys. With a sexy southern drawl, matching ever present cowboy hats, and a love for horses, you would think these twins were something out of a movie. Polite, nice and almost always willing to help, they can fix anything they get their hands on 'with duct tape and a wire hanger' as they'll jokingly say. It is very rare for the twins to be apart, and even rarer still to see them upset at one another. They're closer than peas in a pod, always there for the other should they need anything....literally anything. There is a wide rumor going around that they are together even 'in the bedroom' if you get my meaning, but while they do sleep in the same bed once in a great while, it's not in that way. It's usually because one of them had a nightmare and needed comfort.

History.

Dante and Dallas Wilkinson were born in Leakey Texas, their birth had been dangerous as even before they had come into the world, they were close to one another. Dallas had been holding Dante's hand as they were born, causing complications in birth that resulted in a C-section in order to deliver them safely. It was clear from day one that the twins would be close. They would cry if they were taken away from each other and even shared a crib back at the house.

Growing up, they did everything together, played, rode horses, helped with the cattle on the ranch and so on. Even when they were younger, they wanted to help out on the ranch, and their father had no problem in complying. He gave them little cowboy hats and taught them everything he knew. From the age of 10, the boys were helping out on the farm in their own way, tag-teaming the tasks and always smiling and having fun.

Things changed though when their father died on their 14th birthday. He'd been walking out with their birthday cake, all their friends gathered around singing happy birthday, when a funny look crossed his face, and he collapsed. The cause of death, a heart attack. The boys were devastated, and leaned heavily upon one another for support in their grief, doing what they could to help their mother through it as well. Without a word, as though through some unspoken agreement, the boys took over all of their father's duties on the ranch, eventually dropping out of school at 16 in order to take care of it properly so that it wouldn't go bankrupt and leave them without a home. Their mother couldn't help them, she had sunk deep into grief and depression over their father's death, and though they tried hard, nothing seemed to pull her out of it. So, they took care of her too, cooking meals, cleaning the house, encouraging her to sit outside on the porch, or go on a horse ride with them, anything they could think of to try and make her happy again. But nothing worked. They rode off one day to tend to the herd and make their counts, and when they returned, she was dead, having killed herself with an overdose of medicine.

The boys were alone, devastated at the loss of their mother, but not able to wallow in it. If they wanted to keep their home, they had to work. It was likely their work on the farm that became their saving grace, it kept them from sinking into depression, kept them moving and thinking and focused, and leaning on one another for support, they were able to get by. Working themselves to the bone every day burnt off every bit of fat they had, leaving their bodies toned with muscle, lightly tanned from being outdoors, and being on their own helped them learn much about how to fix things, making them able to repair just about anything after a few years.

Thanks to their hard work, the ranch stayed up and running as well as it had when their parents and the many farmhands were around, even though it had dwindled down to mostly just the two of them. But, the ranch was full of sad memories, and it came to a point where the boys simply couldn't stand being there anymore. Even though it hurt to let go of the land they grew up on, it hurt, even more, to stay there. Lucky for them, the buyer was an old friend of his dad's, so if they ever chose to go back, they'd be welcomed. They sold off all the cattle, the land, and all but two horses, twin Rocky Mountain Horses that they'd had since they were colts they helped deliver. Packing their few belongings into the back of a truck, and hitching a horse trailer to the back, they deposited the money they got from selling everything and left.

For the longest time, they traveled with no destination in mind, stopping places to let the horses out and ride them for exercise and whatnot, finding places at night to let the horses out to eat and so on so they wouldn't be cramped for longer than they needed. Gradually, they started to venture east, still staying mostly south, until they reached the place they'd call home. The place had called to them from the start, they just hadn't realized it yet. Using the money from selling the ranch, the twins bought a decent sized house, slapped a barn in the backyard for the horses, and dumped the remainder in the bank to save for a rainy day. They're more well off than you'd believe as they made very good money on the cattle they'd raised and the home they'd taken care of, but they prefer a simple way of living, so rather than splurge on a large home, they went simple and only got what they needed, they even took up jobs and use that money to pay for their food and things rather than tap into the leftover money from the ranch.

[ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ]
· Clayton Wilkinson — Father; deceased
· Christina Wilkinson — Mother; deceased

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{ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ } Anderson Weisheimer

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“ Matti ”
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( 18 ) × May 22nd × male ( homo ) × single

━ ( ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ more ) ━

“ speaking in: Mateo is not kind; he is not polite, innocent, or anything else you can think of. He falls into the 'bad boy' cliche with his 'I can and will do what I want' attitude, mostly because he could care less about the consequences, which for a kid like him with such rich parents, are few and far between. He can come across as wild, rude, selfish and he could care less what anyone thinks of him when you get right down to it. He has a powerful presence and a 'don't fuck with me' attitude. And yet people are drawn to him, people are drawn to this man who would not hesitate to hurt you, and they crave him, want to see his body without the clothes, feel the muscles on his skin and teach him that 'not all people will betray him'. Except he knows better. Everyone will eventually betray him, he doesn't doubt that he'll be all on his own. And many would think that is how he would prefer things, in the end. He's incredibly reckless, doing stupid things on an almost daily basis and not caring if he gets hurt or not, its not like anyone else actually cares anyways. The two people in the world he wants to look his way if he got hurt don't look at him and only pay the bills.

Despite all that he appears to be, there is a slightly more secret side to him that no one else knows about. Deep, deep down, he is sad, sad that the world is so cruel, sad that he was betrayed so many times by people he was supposed to be able to trust. Sad that his innocence, his childhood, was ripped away from him, and deep, deep down lingers something else, something he'll never admit. He is depressed. He is sad that his parents want nothing to do with him, is desperate to get their attention, to get their love, but it never happens. | P E R S O N A L I T Y ♟ ”

━ ( ᴏʜ, ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ, ɪ tried ) ━

( Daniel Di Tomasso ) × 6'2" × 132lbs × black hair × steel grey eyes ×

━ ( ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ wolf ) ━

“ ♟ H I S T O R Y | Mateo was a mistake. He's known that ever since he could remember, his parents never let him forget. They never wanted to have kids, never wanted the responsibility that came with it. He's always been deemed a waste, a bore, someone they consistently forget about and leave to fend for himself. His parents were never around growing up, though that comes at no surprise considering how they felt about him from the start. Both of them are beyond wealthy, and both had taken over powerful, well known music industries that had been around for many generations. Their parents had arranged for them to be married, it would be 'good for business' as the saying went, there was no love in it, just like there is no love for Mateo. They hired maids and wetnurses and nannies to watch over him while they flitted off to this concert, or that opening movie, or off to the red carpet to watch the Oscars and so on, whatever excuse it took to avoid having anything to do with him.

He learned at a very young age how unreliable people were, how you could never trust them, no matter what. He was never allowed toys, he was never treated as a true child growing up. Instead of cartoons, he watched reports on the stock market, and toys were absolutely forbidden. He was allowed to play with money, using it to learn his numbers, and math and how valuable it was. The nannies, the maids and the wetnurses all eventually betrayed him, stole from him thinking he 'wouldn't know the difference', but he did. He knew they were stealing from him, were smuggling away the things his parents gave him that were expensive, no doubt to pawn off and keep the money for themselves. They would outright lie to him, proving that no one was to be trusted. They would all lie, they would all betray and take, and never give, never love and certainly never pay him any attention. Before he realized this truth, and even a few times after (he was still just a kid after all) the maids and wetnurses and nannies would go so far as to manipulate him into getting things for him, oftentimes leaving him to be punished as they would say he took it for whatever ridiculous reason they would come up with.

Throughout all of this, he was kept mostly alone, not allowed to go to school as it would mean having to attend parent-teacher conferences and caring about which days he got off early, or if he wanted to participate in sports, having to remember to send the chauffeur out to pick him up after and so on. It was too much work for them, so any education he got came from the ones entitled to watch over him, extra pay given so they would teach him. Many of them just pretended to teach him while raking in the extra pay, and the few who did teach him taught him cruel life lessons rather than things a budding boy needs help learning.

By the time he was old enough to 'take care of himself' he had shut himself off from the world. He didn't trust people for anything, and he did as he'd been taught to do, which is to care nothing for those around him and do as he wished. He simply doesn't believe that people will do anything other than betray him in some form or another, so why the hell should he be nice to them? He turned the hurt at being betrayed into anger directed at the world. Turned the feeling to cry that he used to have into a fearsome scowl and dark eyes that made people want to stay away.....or at least, most people. Girls seem to be attracted to his 'dark and mysterious' demeanor that in reality is just moody and angry. They all want to 'fix him' and help him 'realize not everyone is like that' when in reality they are just using him like everyone else to feel better about themselves. He's taken to doing more and more reckless things, anything he can think of to make his parents look at him, to notice him, to care about him. He's been to the hospital so many times he knows all the nurses and doctors by first name and he's almost always got a prescription for some kind of pain killer or muscle relaxer or some such. : you were right ”

━ ( ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ kill ) ━