Post by dylan on Jul 18, 2011 10:15:21 GMT -5
DYLAN JAMES DESTEFANO MALE TWENTY TWO FRESHMAN
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"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
I very much prefer you call me Dylan, but if you must nickname me, DJ will do.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
Okay, you got me. I like to show off a bit. I’ve got a bit of money and yea, I spend it on my clothes. A lot of clothes, expensive ones too. Designer jeans, blazers, dress shirts, suits, you name it and it will be somewhere in my closet. I might have more ties than a girl has purses but she would have me beat in shoes without a thought. Casual is rare, however formal is very much my territory. If it comes off that I work hard for this look, you are sorely mistaken. Towel-dried hair always looks tousled with gel, a little cologne applied right goes a long way. You just have to know, right?
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I like my ladies, and treat them as a gentleman should. Chivalry ain’t dead yet.
I always enjoy a drink out with the crew and drugs? I won’t even touch it, even the legal stuff that shit will mess you up. No thank you sir.
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
Who doesn’t have one? The story goes that my old man died in a crash 8 years back. The truth? He overdosed on who-knows-what in the garage. All the years he was “tinkering” out there and he was just progressing from drug to drug as they stopped working for him. One thing I’ll give him credit for, he hid it damn well. Mom didn’t know until we found him and the needles. But all you need to know is that he was hit by a drunk driver is that clear? I don’t need the town knowing he was a druggie; I don’t want to move again.
That's that big one that nobody knows. The other, lesser secret is that I suffer from high anxiety, which lead to panic attacks. They haven't had severe ones in quite awhile but they have made me pass out before. Now-a-days, people rarely notice when I have one.
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe? Nah, really. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"[/font]
Those are two very different questions you are asking my friend. I want to be managing my own hotel, which would be amazing, but that’s a hard business to get into. So in ten years, I will settle for a fine dining restaurant instead.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. Sports? Art? Give me some dirt![/font]
If you want dirt, look on the floor it’s filthy ha ha! Outside the necessities of life, I treat everything like it’s a joke. I laugh at a lot, tease you about anything and can really have a good time most days. The important things are really important: family, friends, health, work, you know... the stuff you need to be happy. At work, which is as a chef mind you, nothing is a game. Same if you have a problem of your own, or with people around me. You don’t screw around with that stuff. But anything beyond that is fair game for a good laugh or two.
Now don’t have a heart attack but I’m no player with the girls like everyone thinks. Not too sure where that idea came from but it tends to appear. My mother raised me as a gentleman with two rules: Treat your mother like a queen and your lady like a princess. The guys may laugh but a romantic night is worth more than a chance under her skirts. If I get a real smile from her, I’ve done my job but a kiss wouldn’t hurt either. I’m an old fashioned guy, I like to show up with flowers, hold doors, the whole deal. If a guy wants to laugh at me for it, let him. I’ll laugh at him when his girlfriend leaves him for being a pompous jerk.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today - what's your background?"[/font]
Before my old man’s “accident,” we lived four or five hours away. Myself, my older brother Matt, my younger sister Bianca and my parents lived in a big house in the suburbs. Mom was a lawyer for the city, Dad was Senior VP of a bank and the kids had little part time jobs in the neighbourhood and attended school. Life seemed pretty perfect on the outside: had enough money for two cars and a family dog, Robby. Then Dad died 8 years and it all went to hell. We had to move to escape the media and the town’s judgment. The family was really destroyed
Bianca disappeared off the map for a while, but I hear things. She’s working at a bar, loose with the men, alcoholic to boot. Her own mess, I would help if she came home. I think the shock of the drug thing got to her, didn’t know how to handle it and made the wrong choices. Reality will set in eventually, she always over-reacted to everything.
On the other end, Matt is doing well. He has a bit of Mum in him, going through to be a police officer. He will get there too, he’s smart and works hard enough. His girlfriend has been after him to propose but he wants to wait until after school. It’s a running joke in the family, a topic I always bring up when he is over for dinner.
Mom lives in small house in town, I tried to talk her into an apartment but she wanted a garden. I try to stop by once a week or so for a good home cooked meal even shovel the driveway in the winter. She transferred to the local courthouse and can support herself fairly well. But it doesn’t hurt to help out, act like a good son once and a while.
And myself? I took a few years off after high school, saved up my own money to pay for tuition for Business and Management. Sure my mum has more than enough cash but she might need it in the future. But the time paid off, two promotions at the restaurant along with the bonuses gave me enough income to afford a vehicle, my clothing style and still pay my full tuition. And he I sit before you and your nosy questions.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
So my common username is Night, once or twice showed up as Dark if the first is used. I have a variety of nicknames offline, several from working backstage at theatres which is also what I’m going to school for. I’m pretty used to Danni but get Hollywood, Standby, Shadow, Dale, Matt, Climber, and few others I probably shouldn’t put up :P If you want an explanation for any of them, feel free to ask some of them are funny. I have been role playing for about 2-3 years; I don’t really remember when I started to be honest but that’s a rough idea. This is my first full first person site, but I have done little on-the-side threads in 1st person a few times before. Question me about anything you want, thanks to my theatre boss (aka. Technical Director) I am a very[/b] open person. That would be your warning ;) And if I start babbling about theatre terms and confuses you: I’m sorry. I forget that some people don’t even realize my job exists, let alone know the terms. Yay! For writing the bio in two hours on vacation XD
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