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[@BrutalBx] Phew, I’m finally done! Sorry it’s a little long. I couldn’t find a good place to end it. ;U

[hider=Dana Greenwood]
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[indent][sub][color=gray]Danny, Toto [sub][i](a story for another time)[/i][/sub][/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Male[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Bisexual[/color][/sub][/indent]

[color=D6CECF]ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs
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[indent][sub][color=gray]Single[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Part-time actor, rest-of-the-time odd jobs guy and drug dealer[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Adaptable, Independent, Passionate[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Fickle, Impatient, Moody[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Dana hasn’t always dreamed of becoming an actor, but once he started to, it became nigh impossible to ignore. So, really, what does anyone want when they come to LA? Fame and fortune are just two of the things Dana hopes to achieve, and he’s absolutely prepared to succeed or die trying.[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]As of late, Dana hasn’t had much luck landing anything more than bit parts, and he often wonders if leaving Morgan behind was the right choice. This, combined with his frustration over the lack of progress has led him to pick up habits that he never had before he came to LA — namely smoking, drinking, and the occasional spot of coke.[/color][/sub][/indent]

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[sub][color=gray]Dana doesn’t like talking about his past. Mostly, he just tells people that it was boring, [i]pedestrian[/i] — [i]“C’mon, man… How many times do I have to say it?”[/i] — but it’s really because he prefers to think as little about it as possible.

Dana spent his early years in Fargo, North Dakota, the only child of Hank and Tabitha Greenwood. The two never officially married, and when Tabitha found out that her husband had another woman on the side, they got into a fight so loud and violent that it shook the very foundation of the house. It only ended when Hank stormed out of the house, suitcase in tow, never to be seen again. That was the last time Dana ever saw his father, though in all his years alive, he never really thought to miss him.

Still reeling from the death of her first husband, this second betrayal was enough to send Tabitha into a downward spiral. Most days, she would be out all night, drinking, laughing, dancing until the world felt better again; sometimes even stumbling home in the arms of a stranger. Beer bottles and ashtrays piled up on the kitchen table, choking their home with foul-smelling smoke.

As it so happens, Tabitha had another child from her previous marriage: Dana’s half-sister Morgan. Morgan was nine years older than Dana, and took care of him whenever their mother couldn’t. In many ways, Morgan was more of a mother to Dana than Tabitha ever was. She looked out for him, kept the house as clean as she could manage, and made sure they didn’t all freeze to death when their heating went out come winter.

Tabitha often said that Dana looked just like his father — with his dark hair and even darker eyes — and she never let him forget it. On a good day, she would simply ignore him, leave him parked in front of the TV set while she drank the night away at a club downtown. He did that a lot as a kid: watch TV. It was a form of escape for him, something to distract himself from everything that went on past the edges of the screen. An early lesson he learned was that in a movie, you could go anywhere or be anyone.

But then, there were also the bad days. Whenever his mother had a little too much to drink, things would take a turn for the worse. Morgan would try her best to shield him from it, but she wasn’t always there to intervene, and those times, Dana would end up black and blue, once even breaking his arm when he was shoved hard against the kitchen counter.

Morgan knew then that she couldn’t let this continue. Dana would learn to fight back eventually, but for now, he was all scrawny limbs and milk teeth, and that day was long coming. So as soon as she could, she packed up her things and headed south, taking Dana and whatever money she’d saved up from her waitressing job along with them.

The two ended up in a city somewhere in South Dakota — Dana just eight years old and Morgan seventeen — and somehow managed to find a place to stay. It wasn’t much to look at, just a cheap one-bedroom flat overlooking the parking lot of a Burger King, though it didn’t really matter. They had finally gotten away from their mother, and that was that.

Dana’s school years were uneventful. He was one of those kids who disappeared into the back of the classroom, either getting lost in daydreams or falling asleep altogether. Suffice to say, his grades no longer mattered by the time he reached high school, and he stopped going entirely in his senior year. Instead, he occupied himself with helping Morgan out wherever he could. She spent most of her time working to keep them afloat, and Dana didn’t think it was fair that she had to do it alone.

There wasn’t much a kid like him could do, so he took his chances on whatever was thrown his way; though he never stayed in one place too long, hopping from job to job on an almost weekly basis. Sweeping the floor at a corner store. Delivering the morning paper to picture-perfect families in the suburbs. He didn’t really care about any of it, but work was work, and work paid, no matter how meagre it was. It wasn’t until he snuck his way into a special matinee of [i]Rebel Without a Cause[/i] one afternoon that an idea began to form.

Maybe — [i]just maybe[/i] — he could [i]be[/i] one of them: an actor. Dana reasoned that whatever might happen if he tried couldn’t be much worse than getting stuck working the same dead-end jobs in the same podunk town for the rest of his life; and if he could get anywhere close to James Dean’s level of coolness, well… then anything was possible. He never fancied himself a dreamer, but for those two hours he spent sat in the very first row of the darkened theatre, he believed wholeheartedly that there was something for him in the City of Angels.

For months, it was all Dana could think about, and started saving up little by little, even skipping meals just to have something left over at the end of the day. He didn’t tell Morgan about what he was doing, though he’s not quite sure why. Perhaps he was worried that if she found out, she would try to stop him. And so, on an unseasonably cold day in July, he left Morgan a note explaining everything, then hopped onto a Greyhound and rode it as far as his money would take him.

Once he reached Utah, he hitchhiked the rest of the way and ended up in a place called Oceanside. It was close enough to Hollywood without being outrageously expensive, so Dana figured it was as good a place to settle down as any.

His first year there, he lived off the kindness of strangers, offering to complete a multitude of tasks in exchange for a place on their couch. Whatever money he got from the parts he managed to land were only ever enough to keep him from being completely destitute, so he had to find other ways to supplement his income.

It didn’t take long for him to get involved in the wrong crowd, but the money was too good for him to pass up. Dana started running drugs; just weed at first, but then came the hard stuff — meth, cocaine, heroin. He didn’t like what he was doing, but it was like he always said: [i]work is work[/i].

These days, Dana is a regular fixture in Oceanside, still seeking that illusive breakout role that’s going to catapult him into stardom. So far, the closest he’s ever got was when he played a high school bully in a John Hughes movie, though even that wasn’t enough to give him that one final push.[/color][/sub][/hider][/indent]

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[indent][sub][color=gray]Favorite Movie: Paris, Texas[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent]

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Fantastic! Accepted.

[@Hitman]I understand, thanks for the interest anyway!