Post by Dylan Torres on Apr 19, 2010 14:36:31 GMT -5
DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES
the momentum is passing but the moment is eating us whole
we're surrounded
put the guns in the water, they're turning to vodka
triggering nothing, we're sinking, the sea takes the ship
the momentum is passing but the moment is eating us whole
we're surrounded
put the guns in the water, they're turning to vodka
triggering nothing, we're sinking, the sea takes the ship
Age: 18
Experience: a few years
How You Found Us: eyes wide open
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Nickname(s): Dylan
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: May 1
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Graduate
Canon or OC: Original Character
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Eye Color: Dark
Height: 6'1
Weight: 155
Clothing Style: Casual, punk meets preppy.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: Tall, thin, with lots of tattoos.
Played by: Ash Stymest
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Dislikes: gum, insomnia, hang overs, swimming, metal, lava lamps, horoscopes, politics, coffee, full house, talk radio, texting, shoe laces with special prints, piano, cold weather, hair spray, media, hard candy
Strengths: good actor, tough, protective, intelligent, loyal, compassionate, responsible, sharp,
Weaknesses: tends to be self-destructive, lackadaisical, careless, indifferent, not very 'gentle' with things, reckless
Fears : waking up, failing, drowning
Goals: success, become a doctor someday, fall in love
Overall Personality: Dylan is, in a word, cool. He's a modern Don Draper, prehistoric Spike Spiegel, a young Clint Eastwood... you get the picture right? He's a loner, but not the typical angst-ridden loner who spends his time scribbling bad teenage poetry into notebooks. He's not a loner because he doesn't trust others, it's just that he's a natural lone wolf. Quiet, pensive, intelligent, and seemingly careless, Dylan has a 'I don't give a fuck' attitude about pretty much everything. He usually has a 'whatever happens, happens' attitude. Actually, he is convinced life is a dream- despite how he's [privately] very religious.
But there's more truth to the comparison between him and Don Draper. See, they both have secrets and their suave Don Draper personality is truly, only an act. But an act they both believe with all their being. In truth, being his relaxed demeanor, he's always thinking. A character claimed he was skinny despite his horrible very fattening diet because of his constant intense deep thinking. Dylan can probably back that up. Though, he is a jogger.
Yes, back to the underneath. What makes him think, is a tightly wound core. It's what he is. Tightly wound, intense, driven, dreamer, but somehow he was so so detached from that. It's like his body is a body his mind controls from elsewhere. His mind is the crazy mad genius planning, plotting, and watching a dream. Becuase of his very apathetic personality, people think he doesn't care about others. This is not true. Dylan can be a bit old fashion, he's very respectful and very compassionate. He's willing to help others, even when it hurts and he will even when it's not wanted.
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adoptive mother- betsy, 53, surgeon
Father: unknown
adoptive father- jonathan, 52, radiologist
Sibling(s): only a bunch of cousins
Pets: Bob, canaan dog, male, black and white, six years old
Other Family:
Nationality: american, caucasian
Hometown: chicago, il
Overall History:
Kathryn, Natalie and Betty were the closest sisters until things got complicated in Kate's life. She fell from their family's intense prestigious life for bad boys and drugs until she couldn't handle the disapproval of her family and ran away. Natalie and Betty never saw their sister again and only kept contact by very rare phone calls when Kate was begging for money. Natalie and Betty totally gave up on their sister and found it best to cut the emotional ties with her before her inevitable death came.
It came. Natalie was the one who got the phone call first. Kate had been found dead in a hotel room from an overdose, but don't worry- the baby is okay! said the messenger. The baby? asked Natalie, confused. Turns out Kate had given birth to Dylan. He was a product of earning five hundred bucks one night. Natalie at this point was in college to become a nurse. Betty was already married and had a daughter- so she volunteered to adopt Dylan as her own.
They family took delight at the precocious youngster. Soon enough, another baby was on the way- this time twins! Which overwhelmed Betty. She was rather preoccupied with her adoptive son and daughter. The siblings had a lot to be expected from their parents. They had them playing musical instruments religiously [dylan will become a great pianist], doing extra school work, baby sitters, day care, sports [mainly tennis], and everything in between. They were the type of parents not to coo 'who's a pweetty gurl? you are! yeeesh, you are!!', instead while grocery shopping quizzed them on the different products and vocabulary. They had a very stressful and fast paced life- just imagine! All these kids and a stressful job, while it was so rewarding to their parents it was hard for any of their children who were lagging behind.
Enter Dylan. From the start, Dylan had a busy mind that was always plotting for trouble. He was moody too. Anything he wasn't supposed to get into, he did. He picked fights with siblings and never took naps. He acted up in school because he was bored, so when he was upped into the gifted classes [his parents were happy about that!] he got quickly frustrated by the intensity. He hated the class and wasn't doing well grade wise, so he was back in regular classes and earning detentions. [his parents were upset about that!] It was tough. When the twins were born, his Dad decided it was time to really put Dylan to a test. He needed to know if Dylan was worth all the trouble when he did have his own children to concentrate on. So they went out on the tennis court one morning and he pushed Dylan to the limits on the court. Playing rough and a bit nasty, his father yelled, teased, and challenged Dylan to beat him. And Dylan tried so very hard but he couldn't, he lost and disappointed his father who thought for sure he could've been beaten if Dylan had just tried! From then on, his father never gave him as much attention and their relationship shifted.
Teenage zits and the spirit of punk rebellion hit him. Once high school came, Dylan really came to rebel against his parents and their stupid goals. He got tattoos, started to experiment with drugs, found his faith as a catholic which upset his very protestant family, got into a car wreck, hung around his motorcycle and gun collecting buddies. He even joined a band for the heck of it, though it went nowhere very quickly. His parents decided since he wasn't taking his education seriously anymore, they weren't going to pay more cash to put him through private school. So this year he's been coming to this school. He's calmed down alot more since his junior year. He's less tightly wound and more laid back about... everything. He's finally developed a much more cool demeanor. Perhaps because in this new school, he's not intimidated by the crowd.[/ul]
Code Word: -admin edit-
RP Sample:
Bam!! Preston said all that and was always ready to continue on. It was just like most people said; 'You're the hemorroids of life. You know why? You're a pain in the ass!' A very smug grin stayed planted on his face with no intentions of dropping or being wiped off as many people would threaten. Invincible he was and he could turn anyone into a punching bag- except that guy over there with the funky hat or perhaps Pete when he wasn't high enough and in a sour mood. And definitely not Lucy with a language as colorful as his. [he meant luciana in a way of verbal punching bag, he'd never hit her!] Nah, Lucy could always put him into his place, which was why he was always thinking about her and wondering where the hell she was, when he in his paranoia, was avoiding him! Even here and now, a little drunk, stoned, and stupidly asking for a fag to try to put on his big boy pants and try to punch him without opting for the low blow- you know, fight like a man!- he was thinking about what she'd say, or do, smoke or drink- or what choice swearwords she'd pick as she pretended to panic and beg him not to cause a fight.
People are so easy to taunt! It was too perfect with this guy. Sure, he couldn't really see it in his eyes in a literal sense but he could feel it in his bones that he was getting in his head. He felt like a dog caged, ready to be set loose as soon as the motion came forward with a bang. And you hear the hint in Shane's tone? Very obvious. Poor guy, he'd later feel pity for the guy. Afterall the most easily taunted are the ones with the issues. Preston was lucky, he had his issues but as far as anyone knew, they were only drugs and his attitude. He wasn't going to lie about that and he felt no shame, so he can easily shrug anything off and say 'so what? Fuck you.' His insecurities were so secret in his spine and would always be eating him away in the quiet of sleepless nights. He laughed at Shane's stupid face. "Yeah, yeah sure. He can try!"
Shane wasn't doing anything though. Which was pissing Preston off because he hated waiting for what everyone KNEW was coming. So, with a silly up and down shake of his brows, he picked up one of his friend's very alcoholic drink and, you guessed it, splashed it into Shane's face and too-pretty-for-a-guy's hair. "You looked thirsty." he explained with a laugh in a slight pose that almost seemed to say 'Ta-da!!'. Oh, let the games begin
People are so easy to taunt! It was too perfect with this guy. Sure, he couldn't really see it in his eyes in a literal sense but he could feel it in his bones that he was getting in his head. He felt like a dog caged, ready to be set loose as soon as the motion came forward with a bang. And you hear the hint in Shane's tone? Very obvious. Poor guy, he'd later feel pity for the guy. Afterall the most easily taunted are the ones with the issues. Preston was lucky, he had his issues but as far as anyone knew, they were only drugs and his attitude. He wasn't going to lie about that and he felt no shame, so he can easily shrug anything off and say 'so what? Fuck you.' His insecurities were so secret in his spine and would always be eating him away in the quiet of sleepless nights. He laughed at Shane's stupid face. "Yeah, yeah sure. He can try!"
Shane wasn't doing anything though. Which was pissing Preston off because he hated waiting for what everyone KNEW was coming. So, with a silly up and down shake of his brows, he picked up one of his friend's very alcoholic drink and, you guessed it, splashed it into Shane's face and too-pretty-for-a-guy's hair. "You looked thirsty." he explained with a laugh in a slight pose that almost seemed to say 'Ta-da!!'. Oh, let the games begin
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