Dylan White
Jan 14, 2014 23:38:29 GMT -5
Post by Dylan White on Jan 14, 2014 23:38:29 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Dylan White
Nicknames: Dylan
Age: 17
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Telekinesis- He used to only know how to use his powers when he was angry and upset. But since he came to the school, he learned how to lift semi heavy objects and throw things. He also can't really lift anything super heavy. The heaviest things he can lift and throw is about 200 pounds. He can do some damage when he loses control. Especially when he's unaware. If he gets ticked off, the lights could start flickering, doors and windows begin to slam shut, etc. He could lose complete control if he gets angry enough. When lifting, he can lift only 4 objects at a time and can only levitate them for a little under 30 minutes. He starts to get shaky if he does it for too long. When he overuses his powers, he gets extreme headaches and fatigue that gets more severe when he continues. He can pass out if he stretches too far and also gets terrible nose bleeds.
Play By: Paul Butcher
The Details
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Eye Color: Dark blue
Any Piercings? No
Any Tattoos? No
Any Scars? Scar on right eyebrow.
General Appearance: Dylan has shaggy blond hair that nearly covers his dark blue eyes. He has a scar on his right eyebrow from his earlier youth, which he usually covers with his hair, and stands at 5'10. He is a very lean young man weighing about 150 pounds. He isn't the bulkiest around, but he's not super skinny either. His face has very soft features with a tone of roughness around the jawline. He has no hair on his face or body and has minor hair follicles on his legs. Dylan doesn't really focus a lot on his looks. They tend to be darker than normal. Some people would probably see him as a skater by the clothes he wears; ripped jeans, band T-shirts, high top sneakers, lots of hoodies and sweat jackets, fingerless gloves. He carries himself normally. He doesn't really slump a lot, doesn't drag his feet, he holds his head up high most of the time, he smiles a lot.
Personality: Dylan is hardly serious. It's his way of avoiding things. Plus, due to how he was brought up, he doesn't really understand emotions. He feels no empathy for anyone, but it's not meant in a bad way. He simply doesn't understand. He could insult someone as a joke and not even realize how that would affect the person. He's witty and sarcastic. He's also very easy to talk to, however, if you want to get to know him truly it will take a lot of work. Years of abuse has hardened him. It's a miracle that he's easy going and friendly and not stiff and humorless like his father. He absolutely loathes people like that. He has good humor, loves to laugh, loves attention. In fact, he needs attention since he didn't get much as a child. He tends to get the wrong kind of attention, but attention nonetheless. Loves to party and drink, loves sex with pretty girls, loves hanging out with people, hates attachments. Noise, noise, noise. He needs it because when he's by himself and it's silent, his mind wanders and he can get pretty low. He realizes how messed up his life really is and how unimportant he is. His father's voice screams in his head. He needs noise to cope with the voices.
Your Vices
Likes:
-Video Games
-Television
-Guitar
-Piano
-Singing
-Fun
-Excitement
-Trouble
Dislikes:
-Humorlessness
-Boringness
-Bullies
-Abusers
-Snobs
-Math
-Science
Strengths:
-Video Games
-Guitar
-Piano
-Singing
-Writing
-Telekinesis
-Procrastinating
Weaknesses:
-Productiveness
-Sitting still
-Empathy
-Telekinesis
-Father
-Secrets
-Stone heart
Fears:
-Losing control completely.
-Losing control over his emotions.
Secret:
-Petrified of his father.
-Just wants to be loved for who he is.
Family Ties
Father: Don White
Mother: Anna White (deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Any Other Important People:Duncan, the three legged dog
History
Dylan is the type of person who has bad luck wherever he goes. He is one of those "wrong time, wrong place" types unfortunately. Ever since he was born, he was doomed to a life of bad luck. Shortly after he was born, his mother died tragically. After giving birth to her son, they happy couple went home ready to raise their baby with love and care. However, when Anna was still recovering from giving birth she got sick with pneumonia. Her weak body couldn't take it. They tried to treat her in the hospital, but she didn't make it. His father was forced to raise him all on his own despite his grieving for his dead wife. It crushed him and he couldn't cope with the burden. So Dylan grew up with a father full of hatred and rage. Obviously, he didn't have the best childhood. He was abused mentally for most of his life. Of course, the teachers never really paid much attention to him unless they were sending him to the principals office for bad behavior.
Seeing as Dylan grew up terribly, his behavior was out of control. He was arrogant, stubborn, violent, rude, etc. All of his classmates always referred him as the class clown. Most of them looked up to him for cheap laughs or a good time. The others thought he was a loser or an "attention whore" and constantly teased him. Dealing with so much other crap in his life, Dylan didn't really care much and kept acting out. It was mostly for attention that he never really got as a child. He really didn't have many close friends which didn't bother him much. Unhealthy relationships were his thing. He did one night stands and drank all by the age of 15. Love became a fantasy word. He doesn't believe in it.
One life changing night when his father was extremely drunk, Dylan found out his powers. There were signs when he was younger that made him think he had something; lights flickering, etc. But it was easily forgotten due to all of the stuff he dealt with. Anyway, he trashed the house with them in rage after his father began blaming him for his mother's death. All of those emotions built up inside him spilled out, causing his powers to go on overdrive. Unfortunately, he didn't know how he used his powers at that time. All he knew was that it automatically happened when he was angry or upset.
After that, he just couldn't face his father again knowing what he did to him. No matter how much he hated him, deep down he really did love him and wished that he would love him back like a normal father. He was confused on what he did and just couldn't cope. He ran away. Unfortunately, the cops caught him a few hours later and returned him home. None of them really cared about what he had to say.
The only reason Dylan didn't have any trouble with him on the last day living with him was because his father believed he had control over his powers. He bluffed keeping his dad at bay. Fortunately for both of them, Hammel recruiters came that day to take Dylan away to the boarding school. He went without question and felt great relief knowing he didn't have to pretend anymore. His father surely didn't miss him either. Since then, he has been learning to use his powers for three years. Unfortunately, he still acts out and doesn't respect any of the staff. He also isn't in control of his powers. He tells everyone he is, but he really isn't and he's terrified of losing control one day. Due to having issues with emotion, he doesn't talk to anyone about what he deals with. And that's where he is now...
Roleplay Example
Dylan wasn't having the best of nights. Well, all of his nights weren't the best come to think of it. His dad was insanely pissed; more than usual. He had come home from school to find his father at the table, drinking a huge bottle of whiskey. He regretted closing the door because as soon as it slammed, Don looked up. His eyes were bloodshot like he was crying, but extremely focused like he was waiting for this moment. He stood up unsteadily and shuffled towards him, his bottle still in hand. At first, Dylan thought he would apologize for all of those years of neglect. He realized how wrong he was and he would finally love him.
He was dead wrong.
"It's you…it's all you…" he began "You know everyday I saw her lying in that hospital bed slowly dying, I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own. This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life!" Every word that poured out of his mouth was like salt on an opened wound. Dylan felt his heart hammer inside his chest, his ears were hot, and his throat began to swell. Tears flooded his father's eyes as he continued. "It's all you. It's you Dylan!" he spit out his name like it was the most offensive word to use. "You killed your mother! You hear me?" he pointed his finger at him "You killed her…and now you're killing me…"
Dylan couldn't speak. It had been months since his father actually talked to him and this was what he had to say? After all that time? He already felt guilty about his mother's death and his dad knew that. Why did he feel the need to rub it in his face? The childbirth made her weak and she had to be hospitalized. Whatever virus attacked her, it killed her…because of him. He killed his mother.
Suddenly, his father leaned back and threw his bottle of whiskey as hard as he could at Dylan. He backed up and covered his head with his hands, expecting to feel the sting of the glass cut his skin and the smell of alcohol. But nothing came. Opening his eyes, he noticed the bottle floating in front of him. How was he doing this? The lights begin to flicker and the pantry doors began to open and slam shut repeatedly. Pots and pans started flying through the room crashing into vases and windows. Dylan never even noticed what he was doing. Looking back at his frightened father, he took the bottle from the air and slammed it on the ground. It crashed loudly on the wooden floor. "You could have blinded me…" Dylan finally spoke. "You could have blinded me!!" Raising his arm, his father was lifted off the ground into the air. All the anger was beginning to bubble to the surface. He couldn't believe how easily his father just threw the bottle at him as if he didn't care. But that was the thing. He didn't care. He never did.
"Dylan stop!" his father cried out.
Snapping out of it, he dropped his hand with his father dropping with it. The lights stopped flickering, the posts fell with loud pangs, and the pantry doors silenced. His father began crying in a big heap on the floor. Dylan collapsed shortly after, unaware of what he just did. His head throbbed vigorously and his nose began to bleed heavily. Groaning, he grabbed his head roughly hoping to stop the violent throbs. "Dylan…" his father croaked once more. Taking one look at his expression of pure terror and the destroyed household, Dylan scrambled to his feet and ran out the door. Oh, god! What did he just do? He had no memory of anything. How did he do that? "What am I?" he whispered to himself, looking down at his hands. What was he?
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