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Dylan scooted out of the driver's seat and into the back as Jason and Nora left the car, shrugging off his backpack and placing it at his feet. He was excited and a little nervous, hearing Darcy tell them what she had sacrificed for this. This would be a big moment for her and she needed their help to pull it off. But he calmed himself down, thinking that he was as prepared as he would ever be for something like this. Suddenly, a question popped up in his mind.
"Hey Darcy, how'd you even find out about the asylum anyway? Hope you weren't digging around any shady sites or anything." Dylan asked.

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Dyl entered the car and gave Darcy a quick smile.
"Work's not bad right now. Might pick up next week."
There were never many customers but he didn't mind it too much. It gave him time to sharpen his skills and participate in the group's activities. He took the camera from Nora, saying "And don't worry about getting in, I've got the right tools for job." He hadn't been to the asylum before but he was familiar with the locks they would have used back then. Getting in shouldn't pose a problem, it was everything else that he was worried about.

In the driver's seat Dylan inspected the camera he'd been given. He weighed it in his hand and then hefted it on his shoulder to check how it felt.
"Not bad. Hope you didn't spend too much on this."

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Dylan walked quickly in the rain. He had gotten out of the workshop in a hurry, put on whatever clothes could be convinced to peel off the floor, and taken the umbrella which had a few holes in it. Work had mercifully been slow that day so he was off for the rest of the night. Dylan was in a good mood, in spite of the water dripping onto his shoulder. He hadn't seen his friends in a little while and he wanted to see what mischief Darcy had planned for them, though she had been quite vague on what it was that they would be doing. He was confident that he was coming prepared, more or less, for anything they would encounter.

Soon enough he could see the library in front of him, as well as Darcy's distinctive red car. He lightly jogged up to the side of the car, peeking inside as he arrived. It looked like Jason and Nora had beaten him to the punch.
"Hey guys, am I too late for the party?" Dylan asked jokingly.

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Hm, now that I think about it, I wonder how olympics are handled in this universe. Maybe they have normal olympics and meta human olympics or something... Probably can't have them compete in the same competition after all.

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If you can find people to play ghosts I think it'll be fine but otherwise it's probably simpler just to have us play them.

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Dylan

Name: Dylan Johnson
Nicknames: Dyl (Pickle)
Age: 21
Heigth: 6'0
Weight: 138 lb
Appearance: Dylan is tall and lanky, like a beanpole. His hair is brown and wavy and he keeps it cut short. He favours baggy clothes and muted colours, making him hard to pick out of a crowd if you don't know hiw to look for him. His eyes are hazel and often shift around, but when he focuses on something he has a piercing stare that has gotten him into trouble on occasion. He has a scar on his neck from when he tried to fight a racoon as a child and he has several tatoos, one on his left shoulder, one on the left side of his torso, and one on his back. He also has several piercings, though these days he doesn't wear any earrings or studs.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Sexuality: Hetero

Bio: Born into a troubled family, Dylan was naturally drawn to do delinquency. While always average intellectually, he had always been good with his hands and he became a skilled amateur lockpicker and pickpocket. His parents fought often and had always had difficulty finding work so money was always difficult. They decided to move to Seattle just before Dylan entered highschool, as his father had been promised good work there.

His highschool life was a mostly peaceful one, fortunately. He was classmates with Darcy and her group of friends. While he did not share her interest in the paranormal he was simply glad for the company, and they needed his skills on several occassions. Unfortunately, his happiness wouldn't last very long. The work his family had moved to Seattle for fell through and his troubled family becane even more troubled. This affected Dylan badly as he began college, causing him to start failing classes and become habitually truant. Dylan still hung out with his friends, went to parties, explored abandoned houses, but it was obvious he was not in a good place. He promptly dropped out of college after an explosive divorce and became a soulless drifter, stealing to get by. Until one day, when he tried to steal from the wrong house. The house's owner was a locksmith and his locks had stopped Dylan cold until they were able to confront him. To his surprise, the locksmith offered him work. They were impressed by his skills and how far he had gotten with no formal training. He was introduced to the artistry of locks and lock making at the locksmith's workshop and thus was born his passion.

With a newfound purpose in life he has tried to sharpen himself for the better, abandoning old haunts and trying to make a new life for himself. He immersed himself in his work, met new people and rekindled connections. Old habits die hard, however, and when a friend asks him for help breaking into an old asylum he just couldn't say no...

Likes: Locks, beer, bad B movies, metal music
Dislikes: Cops, bad locks, frogs
Position: Camera man
Car: None

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@xXSINXx I edited it in, feel free to tell me if you need me to put in anything else

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Alright, here he is. Feel free to tell me how he looks.

Dylan

Name: Dylan Johnson
Nicknames: Dyl (Pickle)
Age: 21
Heigth: 6'0
Weight: 138 lb
Appearance: Dylan is tall and lanky, like a beanpole. His hair is brown and wavy and he keeps it cut short. He favours baggy clothes and muted colours, making him hard to pick out of a crowd if you don't know hiw to look for him. His eyes are hazel and often shift around, but when he focuses on something he has a piercing stare that has gotten him into trouble on occasion. He has a scar on his neck from when he tried to fight a racoon as a child and he has several tatoos, one on his left shoulder, one on the left side of his torso, and one on his back. He also has several piercings, though these days he doesn't wear any earrings or studs.

Birthplace: San Francisco, California
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Sexuality: Hetero

Bio: Born into a troubled family, Dylan was naturally drawn to do delinquency. While always average intellectually, he had always been good with his hands and he became a skilled amateur lockpicker and pickpocket. His parents fought often and had always had difficulty finding work so money was always difficult. They decided to move to Seattle just before Dylan entered highschool, as his father had been promised good work there.

His highschool life was a mostly peaceful one, fortunately. He was classmates with Darcy and her group of friends. While he did not share her interest in the paranormal he was simply glad for the company, and they needed his skills on several occassions. Unfortunately, his happiness wouldn't last very long. The work his family had moved to Seattle for fell through and his troubled family becane even more troubled. This affected Dylan badly as he began college, causing him to start failing classes and become habitually truant. Dylan still hung out with his friends, went to parties, explored abandoned houses, but it was obvious he was not in a good place. He promptly dropped out of college after an explosive divorce and became a soulless drifter, stealing to get by. Until one day, when he tried to steal from the wrong house. The house's owner was a locksmith and his locks had stopped Dylan cold until they were able to confront him. To his surprise, the locksmith offered him work. They were impressed by his skills and how far he had gotten with no formal training. He was introduced to the artistry of locks and lock making at the locksmith's workshop and thus was born his passion.

With a newfound purpose in life he has tried to sharpen himself for the better, abandoning old haunts and trying to make a new life for himself. He immersed himself in his work, met new people and rekindled connections. Old habits die hard, however, and when a friend asks him for help breaking into an old asylum he just couldn't say no...

Likes: Locks, beer, bad B movies, metal music
Dislikes: Cops, bad locks, frogs
Position: Camera man
Car: None

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Oh right, is a text description of appearance ok?

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Alright, in transit currently but I'll put together a sheet when I get home. Planning to make an "entry specialist" so probably going camera man, we'll see.