Dylan Cross

[/b] Dylan Cross
Nickname(s): Dyl-hole
Age/Grade: 16 sophomore.
Birthday: March 30th
Place of Birth: Vanderhoof British Columbia Canada
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'6"
Weight:130 lbs
Blood type: AB+
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Grey
Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Persona

[/b] I am a happy-go-lucky type girl... but not the fruity way that annoys people at pep talks..no..I'm damn happy when ever I can 'cause I would rather have fun than getting mad... and yeah aside from me being the center of the party I have that "don't give a shit" type deal-e-o. 'Cause if I don't care than no one can bring my mood down. Yeah I might come back with something cocky or sarcastic, but who the hell doesn't...and if you do point out someone who doesn't....they aren't human. NUFF SAID!
Mentality: "So?"
Ideal: "Did it make you bleed? No? Then quit bitching."
Belief: What evs.

Hobbies: Dancing, partying, looking for a good time.
Talents: HAVING FUN BITCHES!
Favorite things: UMMM just said...
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Aesthetics

Combat

[/b] Bar Brawl
Years Practiced: it isn't practiced lol
Description: I get down and dirty...if there is a chair..I'mma use that bitch so fast you won't even be able to finish a blink!
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History

[/b] Where to start...Well Kay...I was born in a trashy small town named Vanderhoof this is a small place and super trashy...luckily I was only born there because the place I lived was too small to even have a hospital!

So yeah..I lived in a small town named Fraser Lake...actually it was more like a village. 1300 people inhabiting the little shit whole in the beautiful British Columbia. At least it had a lake?

Anyway!

I was born into a small family...and when I say small family I mean a sibling one year older than me and my mother. My dad left my mother when she was pregnant with my good ol' kin, but of course came back for a booty call making her believe he wanted to take her back. Guess again! She was knocked up and taking care of two shitters.

Well, I want to say she deserved it for what she is doing to herself or how she let him treat her that way...but that wouldn't be fair. You see... she is a fantastic mother and I love her to bits, but the reason why my father left her was because she was an alcoholic. Don't ask me why he didn't take us with him I'm guessing it was responsibility issues or some shit..but anyway.. my mom is great and treated us well, but as we got older we started noticing what was actually going on. It was a normal occurrence to have men and women come and go wasted so yeah..as stated before..it took us until we were older to find out how wrong it actually was.

Now... she took care of us as children, but once we were tall enough to climb onto a chair and reach the counter ourselves... she thought "heck, they can take care of themselves!" and we would see her very little each week. Only time we had to spend with her was when she was passed out on the floor of the bathroom or on the couch with a bucket curled in her arms.

So that's it about her can't go much into detail than that so on to other shit like how I became me! After all I don't like sob stories so...yeah enough about the mom.

In Fraser Lake here are the activities you get to partake in.

1) Fishing
2) Walking
3) Camping
4) Outdoors activities like four-wheeling
5) partying

So I was pretty much a very tomboyish type girl...and partied...a lot. Didn't help having a vast supply of alcohol at my reach..but when there was nothing to do...hells yeah I partied. They called me the life of the party...yadda yadda!

And now why am I in America? Well... I wanted to go out and explore... go to a better school...better than F.L.E.S.S which by the way...is a bloody elementary/secondary school...I need a better education... and well here it is! Taking care of myself just like I'm so used to...just in a new environment!
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Living Status Information

[/b] Shitty Apartment
Roommates: N/A

Cases Against the Students: 0
Cases Against the Teachers: 0
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Stats

[/b] 10
Dexterity: 10
Constitution:10
Intelligence:15
Wisdom:15
Charisma:20

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