@A Tattooed Girl @Apoalo My second character laid out for review. *Twiddles thumbs*
Dylan Marston
"Scars give me pain, then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me, "there goes a fighter"."
I'm a fighter, not a quitter.
|| NAME ||Dylan Marston
|| GENDER ||Male | He/Him
|| AGE ||16
|| GRADE ||Tenth
|| SEXUALITY ||Hetero (A little curious, maybe).
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||It's Complicated.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||5'10 and well sculpted athletic build thanks to personal training regime. Black hair and deep brown eyes, if you look closely it seems like there is a thick black outline on each iris, his left eye has one black dot lower than the pupil.
Whenever a problem arrives, do three things - Face it, fight it and finish it.
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||Headstrong - Disciplined - Courageous - Intelligence
When it comes to Dylan's number one love, fighting, it's no secret that he can have a mouth on him. An incredibly disciplined person when it comes to fighting and self-defence there are times when his headstrong nature won't let him just walk away and on occasion has broken his discipline completely when he loses the plot or goes into a blackout rage.
Dylan is a brave young man, no doubt in part owed to his grim past in recent years. He's also an intelligent boy, although often he doesn't let on, teachers say if only he tried harder. He has problems concentrating for too long on something that doesn't immediately interest him on spark a fire within him, he'd much rather be in a ring and when he can't find that revels when the opportunity for a street fight arises.
Despite his obvious inclination towards fighting he is not the type to be ready to go with anybody, while it's not necessarily true that he picks his fights, he certainly doesn't go looking for trouble - there's just plenty that seems to pop up. Not the type to usually get involved in incidents at school i.e. coming to anyone's aid.
|| QUIRKS ||Treats fighting like the love of his life.
Fond of headbutting anyone he gets into a serious altercation with, outside of controlled fights.
Strongly believes Tupac and Elvis are alive.
Has a special coin for really tough decisions.
|| HOBBIES ||Fighting
Parties
Producing electronic music (secretly)
Running and cardio
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||+ All kinds of music outside country and pop
+ Winning
+ Partying
+ Respect and Loyalty
- Bullies
- Two-faced people
- A lot of stuff he won't let on to.
If you aren't willing to fight for what you believe in, don't enter the ring.
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||Lisa Marston - Mother - Trauma Nurse
Casey Marston - Sister - College Student (Comes home every odd weekend).
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||Dylan, and his mother Lisa live in a two bedroom apartment, up until Casey left for college he was sleeping in the sitting room where the bed was a pull out couch. Now he has her old room but still let's his sister have it when she comes back for a weekend now and then.
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
I'm not a survivor, I'm a f*cking warrior.
|| BIOGRAPHY ||Dylan was born in the United States but is not originally from Texas, born in Portland, Oregon the second child of Janice and Peter Jones with his sister Sophie being three years older than him. Wait, Janice and Sophie? That's right, Dylan, Lisa and Casey as they're now known moved to Texas 6 years ago under the federal witness protection program.
Peter Jones had been an honest man who made an average living and seemed pretty content with life in Portland. He had a good family, a stable job and a good set of friends. Anyone who knew him wouldn't have had a bad word to say about him or any reason to call him strange or otherwise. Little did anyone know he had murdered three teenage girls with three unconfirmed accounts of rape and is today is in the process of his life sentence. When the police first started the manhunt, Jones in a desperate attempt tried to kill Janice, Sophie and young Michael with the plan to kill himself afterwards. The plan was foiled when police arrived at the scene after Dylan ho had been hiding under the kitchen sink at the time rang them, Peter fled the scene only to be caught three months later hiding out at his brother's house, the once suave individual having let himself go and looking like a madman on the news cameras live at the scene.
The court date came and Peter Jones was found guilty of all three counts of murder and innocent on two counts of rape for lack of evidence while the other stuck. Janice, Sophie and Michael who had all testified were soon to become Lisa, Casey and Dylan, uprooted and moved to Texas after mob links to Peter were rumored to be out for blood despite Peter's sick crimes.
At first it was weird having to lie to everyone about who they were, especially as a kid. However over the last six years they seem to have reasonably settled into their new identities with Dylan not ever really thinking about himself as anyone other than Dylan Marston. At twelve years old he was enrolled in Karate by his mother in an effort to get him trained in self-defence. The techniques taught which were meant for self-defence ended up being used to prove himself in the schoolyard and that was it, Dylan fell in love with fighting. At fourteen he enrolled himself into an MMA club with the permission of his mother and at school took up fighting wherever he could, namely on the school's boxing team. It's been love at first fight, ever since.
|| THEME SONG || I'm God - Clams Casino
How did you know?
It's what I've always wanted
Could never have too many of these
Will you quit kicking me under the table?
I'm trying, will somebody make her
Shut up about this, can we settle down please?
Its what...
Hopeless...
Bite tongue...
Deep Breaths...
(Lyrics sampled - Imogen Heap) || OTHER ||Casey is known to be more ferocious than Dylan and has often proved herself to him although it would likely be a different story if he hit back. Dylan is known in fighting for his lethal elbow and quick knock-outs in the normal boxing ring.
Dylan has little time for people who show themselves to be weak, in the sense that if he sees someone who won't stand up for themselves even in dire odds he loses respect for that person.