Personality:
Dayo is often seen as a quiet boy, the 'lost child' of his family. He rarely seeks attention; rather, he likes to be left alone and seeks affection if and when he begins to feel lonely. As the youngest of five children, Dayo had plenty to live up to. Rather than attempt to surpass his siblings, Dayo chose to take a step away from the spotlight. Gradually, he became more and more solitary, and began to spend more and more time alone in his room, buried in books or lost in his music. As a result, he has mastered the art of invisibility. Not the superhero kind of invisibility, of course; the kind of invisibility you get when everyone simply
looks the other way or somehow completely overlooks your presence.
Dayo's father tried to encourage the interests and talents of each of his five children, whether they were gifted in athletics or had a way with animals. As such, Dayo always felt as if his father had a lot of expectations of him. Feelings of inadequacy quickly arose: he was never as strong, or as smart, or as funny as his siblings; he wasn't good at sports, he couldn't sing, he was miserable at gardening... The list seemed to grow infinitely. But as Dayo began to recede more and more into his own little world, he found two things he loved: literature and music. Gradually, with the encouragement and guidance of his father, Dayo's interest grew from moderate enjoyment to a passion. Eventually, rather than loafing around in his room with a book and headphones, he was writing short poems and musical scores of his own. He also began to learn the flute, which soon became his favorite hobby. This allowed his creative spirit to grow and blossom. As a result, Dayo is creative and thoughtful. He often likes to sit and meditate, or take walks in order to gain inspiration. His favorite time is night when the moon is out. The silence and the gentle glow of the moon give Dayo inspiration, as he can sit quietly for as long as he wants or go out at night to walk and usually be undisturbed.
Dayo is still a bit young at heart despite his solitary tendencies, and he has plenty of quirks. His favorite items are a key-shaped necklace from his late mother; a teddy bear he got when he was very young, and takes with him most places; and his journal, which he uses to write stories and music. He likes sweets and fantasy books; he cries over nature programs, and small or fuzzy animals make him excited. In short, he's like a little kid who likes to stay in his room.
Despite his reclusive nature, Dayo actually likes to converse with and be around people he feels comfortable with. The main cause for his solitary tendencies is that he's afraid of 'doing the wrong thing'- he's easily offended and gets upset easily, he's afraid to be overly awkward, and he's terrified to be rude. The idea of being rude or mean absolutely destroys him, and he'll often avoid social situations if he feels they'll end disastrously. He tends to overthink things a lot while he's talking. As such, he generally enjoys talking with friends and acquaintances, but he tries to be cautious about who he talks to and what he says.
History:
Dad: Work
Michael: Giving summer tutoring at library
Desta: Shopping day. Remember to order college books!!!
Imani: Lacrosse tournament.
Responsible for dinner tonight.
-Dad
Ollie: working on art + dance practice at 6
Please try to finish your art project, it's taking up space in the basement.
-Dad
I can't work while your stuff is cluttered up downstairs!!
-Desta
Dayo:
Help with dinner, please. You need to leave for camp at 6. Don't forget your toothbrush this time!
-Dad
dont let imani burn dinner!
-Ol
Quit dissing my cooking or I'll hide your marker.
-Imani Dayo looked blankly at the family's whiteboard, trying in vain to come up with a plan for the day. Something, anything.
The sun's radiant glow beamed through one of the tall windows of the living room. As per his customary weekend practice, Dayo had woken up around nine in the morning, and the house was deserted save for his older brother Ollie. As the whiteboard clearly showed, the rest of his family was busy with their own agendas.
Sighing, Dayo dropped his purple marker and looked out the window into the family's backyard. Once Desta left for college, Dayo wasn't sure what would happen to the plants in their garden. She would be the second one to go: Michael was starting his second year soon as well. Both had been accepted by excellent schools. Dayo had been happy for them, but deep down he felt uneasy, and he was sure Imani and Ollie felt the same way. It felt like the bar for them had suddenly been raised. Imani wouldn't have much of a problem: her grades were excellent, she was a stellar athlete, her drama teacher gave her nothing but praise (and lead roles), and she'd done a bunch of volunteer work. Ollie was a bit of a troublemaker at times, but he was a hard worker when it really counted. He was a painter and a dancer, as well as probably the most charismatic person Dayo had ever met. Compared to his siblings, Dayo had always felt like That Other Child.
He sighed, and retreated to his upstairs bedroom to fetch Orion, his stuffed bear. He shared the room with Ollie- although his older brother would soon be taking over Desta's room- so his things were all on the right side of the room. Despite being fourteen years old, Dayo still adored his teddy bear. After fourteen years, the bear was still in surprisingly good condition. His brown fur and big, black bead eyes were still fully intact, save for a few holes that Dayo's dad had fixed up, and he smiled goofily up at Dayo, like always. It'd be nice to have the bear for the trip Dayo was about to take.
Dayo walked across the hallway to his father's bedroom. He opened the trapdoor to the attic that was in the corner of the room, careful not to let the ladder fall on him, and climbed up, pulling the ladder back up and shutting the door behind him. The boy was on a mission, although he knew he'd regret it in the long run.
Dayo's mother Antoinette had died a few years after he was born, and Dayo had few memories of her. The only remaining memento Dayo had of her was a key-shaped necklace that he wore all the time. But one night, Ollie had let slip something about the attic. It turned out that Dayo's father had kept a lot more of Antoinette's belongings than Dayo had thought: and they were all up in the corner of the attic. Ollie had quickly retracted the statement, and managed to extract a promise from Dayo not to go looking for the stuff he'd mentioned. But Dayo had no intention of keeping his promise to stay out of the attic...
Dayo coughed, assailed by dust. He choked and wheezed his way over to a small corner, where an ornate mirror stood along with some other items. There were several boxes, most of which were sealed shut with tape, and a wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe first, withdrawing a white parasol that he twirled momentarily. He looked at his mother's favorite clothes in reverent silence, wondering, thinking, pondering.
The key around his neck began to bother him. It was growing unusually warm, for no evident reason. Dayo took off the necklace and held the key in his hand, and felt a peculiar, almost magnetic pull. It seemed to be reacting to the ornate mirror. And now, when Dayo looked closer, he realized that one of the intricate carvings was actually hiding a tiny keyhole.
Curious, Dayo slipped the key into the keyhole and turned....
Crush: None
Other:
-Takes his teddy bear Orion everywhere.
Played by:
@JJFABBY