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Name: Lelani Dyer
Age: 28
Profession: Tattoo Artist/Owner of Outlined Tattoo Parlors
Current residence: Miami, FL
Hometown: (Fictional town somewhere in Maine where it snows a lot. XD)
Family: Claire Dyer (Mother, Deceased) Derrick Dyer (Father)

History: Growing up, life was never a bed of roses, although she certainly got pricked by a thorn or two. Her mother was a waitress, barely making enough to support Lanie and her deadbeat husband. Had it not been for the fact that her parents left her the small little house the family lived in, the three would have faced living on the street monthly. Each month Claire could barely cover the monthly bills, and when she finally did manage to save up enough to pay their expenses, her husband would drink it away. Saying anything about Derrick’s drinking certainly didn’t help, not when the man happily put his fist in her mouth to shut her up. Everyone wondered why the woman didn’t leave, never thinking that Claire remained out of stubbornness to keep hold of the only thing she had left of her parents’; the house.

That Lanie managed to survive her infancy was a miracle; that her father hadn’t beaten her senseless during her troublesome toddler years more so. Whatever deity kept the girl safe from her father, couldn’t protect her from the harsh realities of school. Quiet and withdrawn by nature, the little girl found herself constantly taunted and teased by her classmates. They knew the stories of her abuse from listening in on their parents’ gossip, but that didn’t matter. They bullied the girl relentlessly, save for one little boy. He quickly became her friend, earning himself Lanie’s undying loyalty. As the two grew older and Lanie became wiser to the world than her friend, she educated him on all the things school did not. She taught him how to defend himself in a fight and how to win over the girls he had crushes on. When it came to experimenting with things, Lanie knew where to find things and was always the first to try it just in case things went wrong. And whenever they got caught, Lanie was the one to take the fall for it, always protecting him from trouble as much as she could.

The two grew up and began to grow apart during their senior year of high school. He was convinced he wanted to marry his high school sweetheart, and Lanie didn’t stand in his way. Besides, the teenager had a dream of her own to pursue and nothing to keep her tethered to her hometown. Graduation came and went with him proposing to his girlfriend and Lanie catching a bus to the Sunshine State without looking back. Her friend had his life ahead of him, and she knew it was time to make a life for herself. 

Outside of Maine, Lanie thrived. Without the fear of her father looming over her, the young woman was quick to get a job at a local tattoo parlor, at first simply drawing out images upon request, but gradually becoming an artist herself. She lived frugally for her first year, staying in a studio apartment, and putting every single penny she could aside to buy her own establishment. 

It took a year and a half of working her butt off, but Lanie got what she wanted. She opened her first shop which became a huge success. However, Lanie wasn’t content to hog all the profits for herself. The young woman wanted to share her good fortune with those she knew needed it most. She began to hire young artists to draw for her, runaway teenagers and those who simply didn’t have a home who would have stooped to any level to earn a few bucks. She would give them a place to stay above her studio on the condition that they did not fall into the trap so many other abused and neglected kids did, and that they find a way to improve their situation. Often with her help, many went on to go back to school and finish their education. A few became employees once they were old enough to work in the shop legally. It got to the point where Lanie had to open up another parlor to keep up with demand and her growing list of employees. Nearly ten years in the state and Lanie had a dozen tattoo parlors, her own home, and success she never imagined, but it was the success of those she had helped over the years that she took the most pride in. 

Life was going great for her until the day she received a phone call from Maine. The detective on the other side of the line told her about her mother’s murder, leaving out the gorier details. He could have saved himself the trouble because Lanie already knew the worst had happened. When she was asked to testify in her father’s trial, the woman hoped on a plane first thing and made her way back to the one place she swore she’d never go. Back into winter and a place she never thought of as home, she’s forced to deal with her father’s upcoming murder trial and trying to make amends to the one person she’d left without a word.


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