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Name: Dylan Theodore Clark
Age: 31
Zodiac: Capricorn
Ethnicity: Australia
Gender: Male
Occupation: Tattoo Artist

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 187lb
Build: Endomorphic
Eyes: Dylan's average size round-ish eyes are a Amber-tinted brown.
Hair: Dylan's hair is close-cropped on the sides. The top of his head, however, possesses a bit more hair. His hair colour is black.
Skin Tone: Sun kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Dylan has quite and obvious piercing on his left ear and sports a multitude of tattoos over his body,
Personal Style:
Dylan's style is, generally, quite casual, nothing remarkable. He generally leans toward wearing darker or more natural-toned colours. As his tattoos are quite vividly coloured they seem to stand out among most of his daily wears. He's really seen without his sunnies in a casual day-to-day setting.

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Loyal * Impulsive * Stubborn * protective

Sexuality: hetreosexual
Relationship Status: Single, divorced
Personality:
Dylan is one to say the first thing that pops into his head without much thought of what will be thought of him or whose feelings will be hurt. He isn't one to think his actions through all that often. He's very stubborn, once he has an idea or thought of something it's very hard to sway him. He isn't afraid to voice his thoughts and ideas. It's not odd to find him in an argument. He hates being proven wrong but, on the flipside, he loves proving others so.

Dylan does have positive traits though. He posesses quite a kind heart made for service. He is very loyal toward his loved ones and is extremely protective of them. He is very courageous and is alway willing to lend a helping hand to a mate. He is very trustworthy and, in return, quite trusting.

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History:
Dylan was born and raised under the hot Australian sun in the city of Cairns. Throughout his childhood, and today still, the beach was one of his favourite places. Growing up his childhood was quite unremarkable, the same old mundane life.

Promptly after leaving school he enrolled in the Australian army and, after completing his training, Dylan was placed in the Iraq war where he fought. Even now the screams, gunshots and sounds of explosions haunt his dreams, and sometimes his thoughts.

It was only 4 years later he recieved a back injury and became unable to continue as a soldier. Once his back had healed well enough for him to return to the work force he jumped at the first opportunity he saw, a 3 year apprenticeship in tattoo art. It was there he met Karen.

Karen was a beautiful woman. Feisty, yet kind-hearted and charitable. Dylan would be embarrassed to admit how quick he fell for her. It wasn't until a year after meeting her he worked up the courage to ask her out.

Over time the pair fell in love and married only a couple of years after dating despite other's advice to wait. During their marriage Karen gave birth to 2 beautiful children, Lilly (currently 5) and Thomas (currently 2). Time caught up to the couple, however, and they found themselves unable to find what they once loved about the other which resulted in a messy break-up.

Dylan is in, what seems to be, a never-ending custody battle with his ex-wife and only sees his kids every second weekend and every second week on holidays but he's trying his hardest to have his children every second week all year as he lives in the same town.

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Character Quote: "I never said you had to share my opinion I just said mine was different,"
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Anything Else: Dylan is a non-dominational Christian, however, holds a cynical view toward judgemental Christians.
He's a smoker

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Name:
Avira Esmeralda Mendoza
Age:
27
Zodiac:
Scorpio
Ethnicity:
Hispanic/Latina
Gender:
Female
Occupation:
Nurse

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Height:
5'7"(170cm)
Weight:
125 (56.6kg)
Build:
Athletic
Eyes:
Brown
Hair:
Brown
Skin Tone:
Naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
None

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"Ay que ir a una fiesta aveses. Vienes o no?"

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Personal Style:
Avira can be found wearing the latest trends. Though sometimes she just wears a comfortable pair of jeans and her leather jacket, a button-down shirt and flats. She owns a collection of graphic shirts she tends to wear around her apartment, a variety of sweats as well. During winter, she'll usually be seen in a long coat with her favorite pair of boots, a light-blue scarf knitted by her mother around her neck. Avira doesn't care what others think of her, she'll wear what she wants and ignore everyone else.

Her hair is normally straight, flowing down until it reaches her mid-back. Depending on the weather, she'll curl it or tie it into a high ponytail. When attending a family get-together, Avira can be found in an elegant dress, the newest fashion of course. She dislikes high-heels but will settle with low-heeled shoes when needed. She has a love for oversized sweaters/hoodies and fingerless gloves, as well as leather jackets.

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"Sometimes you just have to be alone and think."

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Spontaneous * Loyal * Funny * Stubborn

Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Recently single

Personality:
Avira's personality is pretty much a mixture. She loves kids and elderly people, usually she'll be found reading to them. She's kind to those who deserve it but silent and wary with strangers, she's a talker but when uneasy she'll clamp-up and refuse to speak. When annoyed or angry, her Spanish accent will makes its appearance, or she'll just switch to it and happily speak in her native-tongue. She's never really sad, tired more often than not, but rarely ever sad. She likes helping others and making sure their happy and well-looked after.

She has a bit of a temper on her, probably from her mother. She hates repeating herself or having to listen to others belittle someone who looks different or acts off. She wasn't a bad kid, but in school she'd find herself in situations where words just didn't cut it. She acts the same as she did as a child, she smiles and laughs, though the bullying she received had hardened her. The age gap between her and Enrique meant that he wasn't there most of the time, but even he would get into trouble to help her, he was bullied too and hardened just as she was.

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"Deep breath in, then out. Better now?"

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History:
Avira grew up with a happy family, a mother, father and older brother. The only downside was when they moved from Sonsonate, El Salvador to where they live now, New York. It was different, extremely so, she was only six and her brother ten. They had to learn English, get used to tall buildings and the dreadful cold. They made it through, their parents finding jobs, while she and her brother continued their schooling.

Avira and her brother Enrique, had to return to their homeland just after Thanksgiving a few years later. Their aunt Diana just had a baby and after calling them, had asked for help. They didn't mind much, the temperature difference did bother them, but they both wanted to help their aunt anyway they could. They stayed for two weeks and after that, they went back, not before promising to come back. They graduated and left their parents home, getting their own apartments and careers. Though they visit each other and never miss any special occasions.

Their family is a large one, a few of their family members had come to America, it was one of the reasons they'd moved all. Their mother was a well known fashion designer, though in their country it didn't mean much, their father was a respected doctor. Their uncle Roberto had managed to get them Visa's, their parents on work and both of them didn't need them. Enrique took after their uncle and followed in the lawyers footsteps, Avira taking after their father and making her way up to doctor. Even if the Mendoza family are busy, they plan trips to visit their other relatives whenever possible, they were a close-nit family after all.

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"I guess we'll get to know each other better. Later."

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Character Quote:
"Having a level head doesn't make you boring, it just means your mature."
Theme Song:
I'll make a man out of you
Anything Else:
Christian.
Avira has a pair of cats given to her by her older brother just before he left for a vacation with his fiancée. Pearl and Shadow are siblings from the same litter.
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Name:
Victor Arthur Wyatt
Age:
28
Zodiac:
Leo
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Gender:
Male
Occupation:
Bookstore worker

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"Dude, laugh a little. Don't just act like you have a stick up your ass all the time."

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Height:
6'1"(1.85 cm)
Weight:
170(77.1 kg)
Build:
Gangly
Eyes:
Honey-brown
Hair:
Black
Skin Tone:
Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Has a tattoo on his left shoulder.

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Personal Style:
Victor can be found normally wearing jeans, hoodies and plaid shirts. When out, he'll try to wear jackets and dress shirts, he usually has a pair of sunglasses hanging from the front of whatever he has covering his shirt. He's preferred shoes are converse as well as vans, the color of his clothes tend to mirror his emotions. When it's winter he can be usually found with various shirts under his plaid shirt, a beanie on his head and a scarf around his neck. For summer, Victor loves wearing short-sleeved shirts with graphics, he wears shorts or khakis.

His hair is seems to be window-blown, short but spiky at times. He's a fan of wristbands and can be found with some on his wrists, or on a rare occasion, a watch.

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"I'm just gonna...yeah."

Sarcastic * Curious * Random * Jokster

Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single

Personality:
Victor's personality changes randomly. He's usually a spastic-bubbly person who tends to always have a smile on his face. He can befriend people who've just met him, he'll go on random thoughts before switching tracks and speaking about the topic at hand. He has, though rare, times were he doesn't wish to speak. On these days, he can be fund with headphones in and a book in hand.

Sometimes he'll have no control over what comes out of his mouth. Sometimes it's just nonsense, other times it's facts he's found out about a person or place. He's intelligent and while awkward at social gatherings -even with family- he'll point out his observations to whoever is beside him. If someone asks him about books, you'll have to duct tape his mouth shut, he loves books after all. He's a funny person who loves to make others smile.

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"Sometimes I just don't feel up to smiling and making others laugh. Can you blame me?"

History:
His past is a blank. His first ever memories were of a smiling woman and strong arms wrapped around him. He grew up in a warm, happy home, with a mother, father and younger brother. He and Tyson were inseparable and did everything together, even getting into prickly situations. Everything changed when he turned thirteen and Tyson turned nine, when they were supposed to wait for their parents to pick them up from school. Tyson had convinced him to walk, it had been snowing that day so he wasn't complaining much, plus they'd been waiting for a good fifteen minutes anyway.

They began to walk, school had been closed early and after calling their mother, they'd waited. It was true they went to different sxhools, but they always met to ride Victor's school bus home. The age difference between them didn't bother them as it did their friends, they were as much as best friends as they were brothers. They were crossing a walkway when it happened, the sudden flash of headlights and screeching tires were the only sounds that filled the air. White-hot agony followed by screaming were what took over after that, the smell of blood thick.

Things after that got hazy. Both were knocked out and taken to the hospital, separated and tended to. Only one made it through, the severity of the wounds taking a young life while the other clung to his. When Victor awoke, he found his legs in casts as well as his right arm, his first words were where his brother was. He learned that day that his baby brother had died, the car crash had taken him, Victor then proceeded to have his first panic attack. It became a normal-morbid routine after that, the funeral, packing Tyson's things and Victor having panic attacks. He was given a medical bracelet to wear, one that told whoever saw it what he had. As he grew the attacks happened less, his mind burying the accident on the darkest depths. He has them occasionally, and when he does, they leave him weak and sick to his stomach. Neither of his parents blame him, though he still blames himself for it.


Character Quote:
"Laugh and smile while you can."

Theme Song:
Sound of Silence

Anything Else:
Christianity.
He has a puppy named Sirius who he treats like his son. He got him a few months back after a visit with his parents.

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