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My name's Brooke and I've never written fanfiction before. So you're going to need to bear with me. (x
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ATTENTION! This is Dylan's, my OC, description beacause I wanted to give you guys a better insight to her. Here we go!
Name: Dylan Vasilissa Silas
Nicknames: Dill, Silas, Vasya, Vas, Liss, or Nintendo DS (Nintendo DS because she likes video games)
Birthday: June 13, 1989
Appearance: Dylan has long, really dark black hair, and it's like obsidien. It's very straight. She has an almost perfect heart-shaped face with full lips with a perfect double-curve. She's very pale, yet has some color in her cheeks. Her eyes are big, wide, and piercing. They're an azure blue that is very rare. Her nose is upturned, small, yet perfect for her face. She is a bit taller than average, and very tall in heels. She is skinny, but still has curves. She prefers no make-up. The look in her face and eyes is very youthful, and she has perfect teeth.
Personality: Dylan is very crude. She likes to cuss because she feels that it gives her point more validation. She's sarcastic, snarky, but only to people who know her. To people who meet her for the first time, if she has no problem with them, she's quiet, reserved, and shy. To people who do know her, she's vulgar and wild. She is bold and can be very rude. She doesn't mean to come off as a bad person, but sometimes what she does isn't nice. Past her rough and tumble outer exterior, she's a very genuine and good person. She's funny and caring, anf she'll bring you up when you're down with her humor. She's a very good friend to have around.
Style: She dresses punk-rockish. She hates all things girly and despises the color pink. To give you an idea of what her style is, I'll tell you her favorite outfit. Her favorite outfit is a pair of black and grey hightop Nike Dunks, very skinny black jeans, a Rockstar Energy Drink t-shirt under a red, black, and white plaid flannel that's a little too big for her. She'll also wear a very loose black and white skinny, checkered tie with it. On her jeans, she'll wear white suspenders, but she won't put them up. She tends to have a lot of thread and plastic bracelets, though they're usually boyish. Her earings are black half-hoops with little dice at the end that have red dots.
Family: Dylan had a mother, father, and brother. Her mother's name was Emily Jean Silas, her father's was David John Darko, and her brother, who was two years older than her, was named Tyler Sibirius Silas, earning him the nickname T.S. or True Shit, as Dylan liked to call him for his no-nonsense attitude. Later on, after she meets Ryan Wolfe, she considers him the father figure she never really had.
Life Story: Dylan's childhood was spent in a very shabby house in Baltimore, Maryland. Her family was very poor, so food, new clothing, and many other things were very scarce. Dylan and her brother always had to help their mother with the chores to please their father, who was a regular drunk. Before Dylan was in school, she was always doing chores and cooking. Though they tried to hide it, Dylan saw her mother and brother get regularly beaten by her father. He never laid a hand on her until one day after kindergarten. Dylan has a severe case of ADHD, excelled academically, and, eager to please, she tried to show her father a paper she got a good grade on. She unfortunately interrupted her father beating her mother, who got away thinking Dylan would be safe. Her father barely spared Dylan a glance before turning to where her mother had been. When he didn't find her, he went for Dylan instead.
Over the next years Dylan, her brother, and her mother were all beaten by her father. One day, though, after Dylan had returned from school, she was in the eighth grade at the time, her mother was not home. When she had tentatively asked her father where their mother was, he said that she'd left them because she didn't love them. The truth is that Dylan's father murdered her mother and hid the body very well. To this day, Dylan does not know the truth of her mother's disappearance. Without their mother, though, the beatings to Dylan and her brother became severely worse. This continued over the years until Dylan was 14, about to turn 15, and her brother 17. Her brother woke her up in the middle of the night, saying he was going to run away. He tried to convince her to go with him, but she'd become dependent on her father's abuse. She refused and tried to talk her brother into staying. But, in the middle of their conversation, their father woke up. Her brother quickly ran out the window, and Dylan received a brutal beating for not being able to produce him. She's never heard from her brother since.
She became the sole target of her father's abuse until she was 16 and gathered the courage to leave. She saved up money from odd jobs she did around the neighborhood and left one night, leaving most of her possesions behind. She used most of her money to get as far away as possible. Dylan made it to Chicago, Illinois before realizing that she had barely any money left. She stayed there and looked for jobs that a teenager could do. She lived on the streets for about a half of a year before being able to afford her own place. She couldn't go back to school, though, because she had no ID or transfer papers. Until she was eighteen, Dylan suffered from major depression and sadness.
One day, when she was walking home from her job, she witnessed SU2 detectives Nick O'Malley and Kate Benson apprehending a link. She'd never been aware of the links' presence, but she was not suprised to see them. Nick saw her witnessing the entire thing and went to talk to her. He begged her not to tell anyone and Dylan, being the clever girl she is, told him she wouldn't tell if he gave her the proper documents to get back into school. Togther, they forged the documents needed. When asked her name, Dylan used her mother's maiden name; she didn't want any part of herself resembling her father.
She went back to school and quickly excelled through the ranks despite missing two years. Nick kept a close eye on her, watching her progress. After she graduated high school, Nick offered to give her a scholarship to the police academy and Chicago University to get her bio degree. When she asked him what for, he said so that she could be an SU2 detective.
She gladly accepted the offer, and got her degrees faster than anyone expected. At age 20, she went into being an SU2 detective. From the moment she first joined, she was paired with Jonathan Ryan Wolfe, a very cute looking man, according to Dylan. However, when Dylan tried to make nice with him, he shot her down, being cold and bitter towards her. Due to past tramua, she immediately stopped trying to be his friend. Over time, though, they warmed up to each other, going from cold bitterness to light teasing.
After Ryan's accident with a werewolf, though, they became very close. She viewed him as the father that she'd always wanted. He became her best friend and confident. Dylan loves Ryan and they remain partners and each other's family.
Hobbies: Dylan loves playing football, reading, writing, and doing her job. She also loves hanging out with Ryan and exchanging playful banter with him. She's always up to try new things and tries to remain openminded.
Likes: Dylan likes books, music, movies, and some of her favorite T.V. shows. Her favorite color is black and she likes most things. She likes people who give people fair chances before judging and loves to laugh and talk. She loves video games, too.
Dislikes: Dylan dislikes snobby people and dirty things. She also dislikes when people judge her based on face value. She very much dislikes when anyone hurts one of her friends, especially Ryan.
Special Talents: Dylan can play many instruments including the piano, guitar, drums, bass, and clarinet. She leanred them by going to the music room everyday after school when she was a child to avoid going home. She can gleek (look it up), roll her tongue, and put one foot fully backwards. She can cross one eye at a time and can walk on her hands.
Bad Habbits: She grinds her teeth, and she talks way too much sometimes, due to ADHD. Dylan constantly cracks her knuckles and fidgets a lot. She bits her pencils and twirls her hair almost all the time.
Boldy going nowhere, and doing nothing! But that's just me.
Disclaimer: "A statement made to cover one's own ass."
My biggest fear.
My biggest fear is not to be alone. My biggest fear is not to be ugly. It’s not to be fat or too skinny. My biggest fear is not the be the victim of a crime, nor to be the one that commits a crime. My biggest fear is not that everyone around me will die, nor that I will die. My biggest fear is something that I can’t touch. But something that constantly flies above and beyond the world. My biggest fear is not to be dumb, nor to be too smart. My biggest fear is not to fail in school. My biggest fear is not to get pregnant and have ten kids, nor is it to live a life without any kids at all. My biggest fear is around us at all times. My biggest fear watches us. My biggest fear is not that the earth and all humanity will disappear. My biggest fear is not that you will not love me, or that I won’t love you. That is not my biggest fear, no. My biggest fear crawls on you at night. My biggest fear can hide in every corner of the room, I can’t see it. My biggest fear is not emptiness. My biggest fear is the unknown.
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My name is Emma I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm sartichokeing to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I sartichoke to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Emma And I am but three, Tonight my daddy murrdered me
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In Remembrance to Remus J. Lupin,
In Remembrance to Nymphadora Tonks,
In Remembrance to Alastair 'Mad Eye' Moody,
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