Post by Dylan Colt on Nov 23, 2009 16:55:11 GMT -5
---HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF THE BARD
Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand
It's hard to know where I am
Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand
--AND THE STORY BEGINS
Dylan Colt -- MAIDEN
ENTER THE HERO
NAME: Dylan Abigail Colt
NICKNAMES: Dyl, Squeak (childhood nickname)
DOB: June 6th
FAMILY: Danika Colt – Older Sister
Jackson Colt – Father
Cheryl DuBois- Mother
GRADE: Sophmore
PERSONALITY: Unlike her sister, Dylan is very quiet and a bit of a wall flower. It goes from having an older sister always taking the spotlight, and so Dylan is quite content to just stand back and watch her sister takeover. In fact she's happy with being known pretty much as Danika Colt's little sister and enjoys being able to fly under the radar. No one ever bugs her.
Prim and proper, Dylan is a girly girl. She enjoys the color pink, fashion, and things that are sparkly. She can usually be found with her nose in some sort of book, or in the library trying to find one that fits her mood. Her book bag weighs at least ten pounds more than it should from just her extra readings and it is rare she’s reading less than three books at a time besides the ones for her studies.
Sociable and perky, Dylan has her friends and doesn’t stray that much out of her comfort zone. She likes to know how everything is going to turn out and therefore change is bad. Her plans are in place for her future. Logical and pragmatic, Dylan rarely does anything against the rules.
Unlike her sister that is more street smart, Dylan is an academic whiz. Good grades, and great relations with her teachers, she’s always working hard in order to keep on top. Average is not good enough… ever which is why she’s been on the honor roll time after time as the top of her class.
When it comes to boys, well Dylan is a bit oblivious to them. Her mind is focused too much on her novels, and her schoolwork to even bother with them, not that any notice her. And if they show any interest, well she’s oblivious to it anyway. Though she does have a crush on a certain someone.
QUIRKS: Dylan loves the water, as if she was naturally drawn to it so she tends to hang out in places that have fountains or by the beach. She also always picks to sit on the right side of the room and when she’s nervous she bites her left thumb nail or twirl her hair.
In uncomfortable situations, she tends to babble. More often than not you’ll find Dylan wearing a headband as they are her favorite accessory.
--A LOOKING GLASS REFLECTION
FACE CLAIM: Leighton Meester
HAIR: Long brown hair that is perfectly styled so that not a hair is out of place would describe Dylan’s hair. She needs to be perfect of course to match her grades. Dying it is out of the question.
EYES: Like her sister, Dylan has brown eyes. Hers are warmer than her siblings and people always call her an “old soul” because of their “wise” quality.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5’4, 120 lbs.
BODY TYPE: Dylan is very slim. She doesn’t have an athletic bone (or muscle) in her body. She doesn’t have well defined curves and some may say she is a bit boyish. This tends to be why she dresses more feminine.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: It is rare that Dylan wears pants (she enjoys her twirly skirts) or is without a headband or ribbon in her hair. Dylan also has a small scar on her left knee from a childhood pool accident.
--A TALE OF GLORY;; A TALE OF WOE
HISTORY: Dollhouses, tea parties, and frilly dresses was the make up of Dylan Colt’s life. She lived in a castle where she was a princess. There was nothing that Dylan wanted for. The best thing was that she had access to a library filled with books. By the age of three Dylan was reading more books than most kids. This of course made her a bit of an outcast.
During the first grade she was minding her own business on the swing set at the elementary school reading a book of fairytales. Some second graders came and stole her book pushing her off the swing at the same time. Her savior from these bullies were in the form of her eight-year-old next door neighbor, Arthur Penfallon. In a matter of moments he had returned her book and picked her up out of the sand. Those second graders never picked on her again. That was the day that Dylan Colt’s crush on Drake began.
This of course has been kept under wraps since then.
When she was nine, Dylan had been swimming at the beach. A rip tide pulled her under the waves. Mother, sister, and lifeguards were surprised that Dylan popped up after a while as if she had just held her breath the whole time. She mentioned stories about mermaids and sea creatures but everyone just thought it was the trauma of the situation.
At twelve the kingdom she had grown up in fell apart. Dylan by court order had been put into her mother’s care. Away went the gigantic library, the money, and the luxury home. Her mother getting a mediocre job that at least got them a house in the middle class neighborhood of town. However the scandal of the affair and the divorce settlement followed Dylan even into high school.
Dylan has no relationship with her father. The twice a month weekends she goes to spend at her old home usually coincide when he isn’t there. If it wasn’t for the fact it is the only time besides school that she sees her sister, Dylan wouldn’t go.
For now she is an honor roll student, trying to get good enough grades to earn a full ride to college.
ANYTHING ELSE: Since she lives with her mother and they don’t have as much money as they once did, Dylan makes most of her own clothes. She also has a collection of stuffed animal teddy bears. Mr. Harvey Growlkins is her most favorite one.
--SAMPLE
It was a very beautiful day. The kind of day that she wished she could package up and send to someone who wasn’t having one as pleasant. Then again, every day seemed to be beautiful in Ash Hill. Curling her toes in the warm sand, Dylan looked out at the waves from under the brim of her sun hat.
“This used to be my backyard,” she thought to herself. And it was true. Just a mile up the beach sat her palace that was once home, now traded in for a smaller place that looked like every other house on the block. Gone were the lavish parties and clothes of her past, the expensive gifts. For the last three years she was no longer a Colt. No longer a name that struck fear into people and amazement in others. That mantle was no longer hers. Now she was just Dylan. Middle-class honor roll student with big dreams of going big places. Dylan was now… normal.
The one thing that she enjoyed more now was that she was invisible. It was her accomplishments that spoke for her, not the last name or the money. If it wasn’t for the legal agreement that made her keep her father’s last name… Dylan would gladly throw away the last bit of her Colt-ness. Then again, she couldn’t live too long in the shadows with a sister like hers who always made sure that their family stayed in the gossip.
Leaning her head back against her fold up chair, Dylan laid her novel in her lap. The sounds of the water were a nice symphony that calmed her thoughts. Of course her thoughts were interrupted then by a voice.
“Hey!... Hey you!” the boy who was a year above her yelled.
Opening her eyes, Dylan picked her book back up adjusting her sunhat to hide underneath it.
“Aren’t you Danika’s sister? You know anything about her wild party tonight?”
Rolling her eyes, Dylan went back into her book.
“No… I’m not and I don’t,” she replied. Sometimes she wished that was the truth.
