Post by dylan on Jun 24, 2011 9:05:03 GMT 1
Playby: David Henrie
Name:Dylan Strait
Age:20
Sex: male
Sexual Orientation: straight
Species: human
Physical Description: From the neck up, Dylan is the boy next door. Beautiful turtle shell eyes, dark brown hair that's rarely combed, and a smile to kill for. From neck below, however, he's all muscle. His skin is nearly flawless, save for the back of his head. There's a large scar that is usually hidden by the rest of his hair, but can be seen on a windy day.
Attitude: Originally, Dylan was a happy, optimistic guy, but after suffering a head injury that left him deaf, he's become moody and pessimistic. He rarely speaks to anyone, even his own family. If he sees military action going on, he becomes enraged, sometimes to the point of breaking something or hitting someone. When he is around very young children, however, you can see a much more gentle, nurturing side come out. The best side of him comes out when you watch him interact with his younger sister, Dottie. It's obvious just how much he loves the 11 year old girl.
Abilities:He cannot hear, but has better-than-average eyesight and can read lips. He is excellent with small children. He has problems speaking, but can also communicate through sign language.
History: Dylan was born to Amelia and Philip Strait in Haven as the oldest of 3 children. The other two were significantly younger than him and both girls, putting a lot of the family stress on him. From a young age, he looked up to the military people he saw around him. Often he would sneak out to watch them take down zombies, in awe of what they did. He began training as early as was allowed. His father, being in the military himself, trained him extra hard.
At age 16, he began taking active duties in protecting Haven. It wasn't the really big action, but he was thrilled to take it. Shortly after beginning, though, there was an accident. He was helping to set an explosive to keep away zombies. After his superiors left, he stayed back to double-check the work, trying to be the perfect soldier. As he began walking away. he heard a strange whirring noise. He turned around just in time to see the explosive, no more than 15 feet from him, detonate. Afterward, they could not figure out if it was faulty machinery or a mistake on someone else's part. In the end, that didn't matter. What mattered was how hard he hit his head on the ground falling backward.
He woke up covered in stitches and a cast, but that wasn't what bothered him. There was a loud ringing in his ears, drowning everything else out. By the end of the day the ringing had stopped, but he still could not hear anything else. They waited for two weeks, hoping for his hearing to come back. When it became obvious it would not, they had to make the tough decision of taking him out of training.
At first the situation seemed utterly hopeless. Then, one of the oldest people in Haven, stepped up. He taught Dylan and the rest of his family how to communicate through sign language, as well as some other people in Haven. The best at it, oddly enough, was 7 year old Amelia Strait (named for her mother) called Dottie by her family. She took the role of translator for him. As the years went on, Dylan learned to speak again and more people in Haven learned bits of sign language. That did not stop her, however, from following him around.
In the more recent months, Dylan has taken to assisting with the children. While in training, he'd noticed how everyone's first priority, be it protection or medical attention, was the children of Haven. He began helping to tutor them and play games, quickly becoming the children's favorite. As much purpose as he found in the little teaching he does, he still yearns for the impossible. To gain his hearing back and become a military hero.
Rule Code Word: nuke
Species Code Word: target
Rp Sample: It was a beautiful day. Complete with shining sun and blue sky. The was the feeling of hope everywhere. Dylan hated it with a passion. The nicest days were always ruined for him. Because, the nicest days were when everyone decided to train together. There was a large area dedicated to just that. He watched people sparring, practicing loading weapons, he caught a glimpse of Justice teaching someone how to set an explosive.
That should be me. He thought angrily. That should be me! While there was no strict "keep away" sign, he didn't dare take a step toward the training area. It wasn't their annoyed glances or frowns that bothered him. It was their pity. They looked at him and they saw a broken soldier. He would've cursed, had he trusted himself to speak.
A smaller hand tugged on his. He looked down to see Dottie smiling up at him. With bright green eyes and chocolate brown hair, it was hard not to love her. "Everything alright big brother?" She asked sweetly. At least...he assumed she was speaking sweetly. The look on her face said as much. He didn't know if she actually spoke or just mouthed the words for his benefit. In his more delirious moments, he swore he could still hear, everyone just refused to speak in front of him.
Dottie's head snapped sharply to where the training area was. He turned to see smoke coming up from one of the would-be explosives. Justice was laughing as one of the new recruits scrambled to set it right. He frowned. There'd been an explosion and he heard nothing. Dottie must have seen the look on his face, because she started pulling him away. He followed grudgingly, forcing himself not to look over his shoulder.
