Dakota Fairchild was not one's average high school student. Surely that kind of intensity and vigilance that she possessed was that of a wise old man. Dakota had straight, raven black hair (courtesy of her Dad), a lean yet athletic frame and poise that exhibited a high level of confidence (both inherited from her Mum). She may have been fifteen but her almond-shaped, hazel eyes said otherwise. If you could get close enough without Dakota giving you a rather unflattering face remodeling session, her eyes could tell you the type of gruesome war story a soldier would tell you after a drink or two, but they may also let you in on the tales of what Dakota thought were futile pursuits of rather ludicrous things like happiness or world peace. Mind you, she wasn't really one to laugh (giggling was out of the question), but if prompted, her somewhat perpetual scowl would be replaced by a shadow of a smile and restored once again in a matter of seconds.
Dakota was a fiercely independent girl who could not be goaded or persuaded by anyone and had no such craving of a friend, acquaintance or accomplice- she was the epitome of a one-man show. In high school, self-respect was usually something that could be earned through quests and achievements that only non-existent demigods would consider attainable. Everyone learned to not mess with and to respect Dakota since day one of high school. The boys genuinely respected the tough girl with the raven hair and athletic build for it was a regular routine for her to play with them on the football field. The girls, however... well, they had learned respect through many tears and ripped hair extensions on the locker room floor.
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Dakota Fairchild; The Vigilante's Mark
Mystery / ThrillerDakota Fairchild; an outsider at school, the social recluse. A girl who's Mother and Father 's lives have been taken by a mysterious, rather unforgiving group of established "businessmen"- a widely known and feared crime syndicate. It's up to Dakota...
