Killers Never Die [ No Posting Please. ]

[miya.]

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❝ I have x'd ＭＹＳＥＬＦ
from your world. ❞

Name: Dylan Reesse
Nickname: Killers Never Die
Age: Ninteen
Gender: Genderqueer, has the appearance of a male.
Usage: Persona
Creation Date: June 8th, 2013
Other Forms: Wolf
Original Creator: ☠ Kids Of America ☠
Owner: ☠ Kids Of America ☠

Dylan Reesse, refered to a majority of the time as Killers or Killers Never Die, is a rather nice guy even if he doesn't show it often. He is one that shows his personality more when he is around a single person rather then in a group. When around more then one person he tends to shrink down more into hidding and fall into silence, wanting to not be seen or herd. He hates to be the center of attention but rather loves to stay in the shadows and watch everything going on around him. Though not legaly Killers Never Die considers himself genderqueer, possessing both male and female qualitys. Even though he knows his male side shows more often then his female if he gets really close to some one you may mind him letting out a cute little giggle or snuggled up some where in pink pajamas with a cute little teddy bear. There is a side of him though that some have seen and don't particularly like; when he is angry he has a tendency to lash out at people who don't particularly deserve the hatred. He trys though to keep this side under wraps and remove himself from a situation if he knows he is going to get like this.

[miya.]

❝ Y O U are all crazy. ❞




Sexuality: Pansexual
Crush: None.
Lover: None.
Kids: None.
Father: Dead.
Mother: Dead.
Best Friend: Dead.
Friends: N/A
Rival: N/A
Enemys: N/A

Killers has grown up as the 'awkward new kid' his whole life. When his family was still around they were constently moving from state to state to fullfill his dad's wish of never staying in one place for to long. After his father passed away Killers had a few months of stability in a small town in southern New York with his mother before death struck her as well. All ready having been the young age of sixteen Killers was never put into the foster care system, under the understanding he was living with some of his reletives that never actually existed, and was instead left to his own devices. With just the money his mother had father had left him and a small farm house and just barely out of school there was no one willing to hire Killers for a job, leaving him with nothing to do with his life. Having an extrodinay talent for art and a lot of anything sharp Killers quickly found a job to make enough money; one where he didn't have to be hired by anyone. Becoming a scratcher and tattooing out of his small farm house though wasn't all perks, he quickly ran out of clients willing to make the long treck out to his neck of the woods and eventually the steady income trickled to a stop. With nothing left for him in the small house, and nothing but a few memorys tying him there, Killers sold the house, pocketed his money, and made his way farther up state into the heart of New York city. It wasn't long after his arrival in New York that Killers built up a small group of clientel that reletivly grew larger and larger intel Killers hand finally saved up enough money to purchase a small studio building in which he opened up a shop. No longer a scratcher that was tattooing out of his house Killers was pretty please with how his life was going. Up untel his eighteenth year of life everything countied to work out for the young boy, he was able to hire a few artists of his own and build up a rather large group of regular clientel. Everything was shaddered one day when he got a call that his shop, the one thing he had in his life, had been involved in a fire. Arriving at the scene of what was once his pride and joy there was nothing left. Everything was burnt to the ground. Everything he had worked for over several years was... Gone in a matter of minutes. Many of the artists he had hired had never again showed up, none had even tried to contact him, and one... One Killers knew he would never see again. Danny, a man that had been very close to Killers and one of the artist that worked for him as well, was the only one left in the shop that night. Killers would never again see his best friend alive. Having lost his best friend and his lively hood Killers had nothing to do with is life again, just like after the loss of his parents. The shop was condemed by the city and, with no money to be able to pay for the repares, Killers had to let it go. With no sorce of revenue any more Killers eventually lost his small studio apartment as well and was left on the streets with nothing more then a few bucks and a single cheep tattoo machine.

[miya.]

❝ I am not of ＴＨＩＳ
generation. ❞

Blood Type: AB-
Eye Color: Natural brown, white with contacts.
Hair Color: Black.
Attire: Jacket or t-shirt. Black Jeans and belt. Necklace and
bracelet. And biker boots.
Piercings: Mulitple. Most common are snake bites. All so
has bridge piercing and right eyebrow piercing.
Tattoos: Right bellow left elbow. Wrapped around wrist
area, left arm. Inner left forearm. Right above web design
on outter part of left arm. Heart on left arm (minor cursing!)
Dark purple 666 above Killers Never Die tatto, left arm.
On right shoulder in GRAY SCALE. Solid black inverted cross
on forehead, disapears in to hair and then trails down neck
and back, ends right bellow his waist line. He also has a pentagram on his right hip that sticks out when his shirt goes up or pants go down slightly.

Killers Never Die is a guy assorted with tattoos. He is most known for the bold black inverted cross that is rested in the middle of his forehead. The bottem ends right before the bridge of his nose begins and the tip 'disapears' into his hair, only to reapear on the back of his neck and make a long black line down his spine. This tattoo though is now often hidden by his long black bangs in an attempt to have as much of a normal apperence to those around him as he can. Acommpanying this tattoo are many others that litter his left arm and one on his right shoulder. A majority of these tattoos are band related, a tribute to the bands that helped him threw the many though times in his life. A shirt that he is all most all ways seen wearing is a shirt called Manson by the designer Davey Suicide, which is part of the Killers Never Die line. If he is seen without the shirt is is because he has a custom made jacket by the same designer with the same front design on the back. Black jeans and asorted jewlery acompany this shirt and or jacket.