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║╚═══════════════╝ Ｎｏ Ｏｎｅ Ｋｎｏｗｓ Ｗｈａｔ Ｉｔ'ｓ Ｌｉｋｅ
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tσ вє thє вαd mαn; tσ вє thє sαd mαn; вєhínd вluє єчєs. αnd nσ σnє
knσws whαt ít's líkє tσ вє hαtєd; tσ вє fαtєd tσ tєllíng σnlч líєs.
вut mч drєαms thєч αrєn't αs єmptч αs mч cσnscíєncє sєєms tσ вє,
í hαvє hσurs, σnlч lσnєlч mч lσvє ís vєngєαncє thαt's nєvєr frєє.
nσ σnє knσws whαt íts líkє tσ fєєl thєsє fєєlíngs líkє í dσ, αnd í вlαmє
чσu! nσ σnє вítєs вαck αs hαrd σn thєír αngєr nσnє σf mч pαín αnd
wσє cαn shσw thrσugh. вut mч drєαms thєч αrєn't αs єmptч αs mч
cσnscíєncє sєєms tσ вє, í hαvє hσurs, σnlч lσnєlч mч lσvє ís vєngєαncє
thαt's nєvєr frєє. nσ σnє knσws whαt íts líkє tσ вє místrєαtєd, tσ вє
dєfєαtєd вєhínd вluє єчєs nσ σnє knσws hσw tσ sαч thαt thєч'rє sσrrч
αnd dσn't wσrrч í'm nσt tєllíng líєs.
вut mч drєαms thєч αrєn't αs єmptч αs mч cσnscíєncє sєєms tσ вє, í
hαvє hσurs, σnlч lσnєlч mч lσvє ís vєngєαncє thαt's nєvєr frєє.
nσ σnє knσws whαt íts líkє tσ вє thє вαd mαn, tσ вє thє sαd mαn
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xxxＢ Ｅ Ｈ Ｉ Ｎ Ｄ Ｂ Ｌ Ｕ Ｅ Ｅ Ｙ Ｅ Ｓ
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Dylan was born in Cairns, Australia to young parents who were in
their twenties. They moved to the United States six months after
his 1st birthday, which is why he didn't inherit the Aussie accent.
When he was four, he went to preschool, which was also the
year his little sister, Claire, was born. His father was very, very
nice to his kids, all the time, but it was easy to tell that their
mother wasn't happy she had kids, especially Claire. She loved
their father, and he had always wanted kids, and she wanted to
make him happy, even if she wasn't. But when their dad wasn't
around, she would go crazy. Dylan would often lock his sister in
a closet to make sure she was safe. But even that couldn't stop
the inevitable. When Claire was eight, and Dylan was eleven,
their mom went into the worst rage phase possible, which placed
Claire in the hospital for two months. When she got out, she was
angry, and she did what she had been thinking about doing for
a long time. She was nine and Dylan was twelve, when it she
finally did it. She went into their parents bedroom at midnight
and she slaughtered them in their sleep with an ax. Not even a
month later, she was found, drowned, in a creek behind their
house. Dylan lived in the house with his aunt for three years,
until she needed to go back to Australia. Since he was fifteen, he
has lived in the same house since then, keeping to himself. Since
then, Dylan hasn't had a great time making friends. He has a been
labeled a freak since the incident and goes to parties and even
to school on rare occasions. He's very distance and puts up a very
thick wall between him and anyone else. Once you get through
that wall, he's incredibly nice, and cares about whoever cares
about him. He's very hard to get to unless he chooses to let you
in, and he finds it hard to choose who to trust, as everyone has
the same general view of him. This is generally why he avoids
people, because he gets bullied quite often and kicked around
a lot, because when he stands up for himself, other people get
hurt, and that's the last thing he wants to do.
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Ｆｕｌｌ Ｎａｍｅ;; dylan-ross calivere
Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ;; dylan or ross
Ａｇｅ;; seventeen
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; male
Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ;; straight
Ｃｒｕｓｈ;; n/a
Ｓｔａｔｕｓ;; single
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ;; 5'11 - 184lbs. Short, dirty blonde hair,
blue eyes. Tattoo
Ｈｏｍｅ Ｔｏｗｎ;; Born: Cairns, Australia | Raised:LA, CA
Ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; Parents and Sibling Deceased
Ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ;; open|n/a
Ｐｅｔｓ;; n/a
Ｌｉｖｉｎｇ Ｓｉｔｕａｔｉｏｎ;; House on the edge of town
Ｖｏｉｃｅ;; Max Thieriot
Ｔｈｅｍｅｓｏｎｇ;; Behind Blue Eyes ║
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