LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE | OPEN : INTRODUCTION

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[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]Dylan looked up instantly, his stream of thought bursting into tiny stars at the arrival of another human being. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to have a proper conversation; most of his communication here came in curt nods of respect, the odd yelling of profanity and the middle finger. To have someone speak to him first, not to mention they were a teenage girl, was oddly welcoming to him. Everyone was lonely nowadays, making the smallest interactions feel huge. "I've never seen you around before." He wished he could say the same for her, but he already knew who she was. Tatiana Dogsworth. The new Topdog, in the flesh, talking to him as causally as girls at school spoke to him before the world turned to shit. He had always remembered girls being twice as tough as boys in whatever situation he could remember, so it was no surprise he was being just as polite to Tatiana as she was to him. Although she was younger than him and was wearing a skirt, which was not the most practical outfit, but he knew if they started to fight right now she would beat his ass.

"I'm Dylan." The brown haired male replied, shrugging. A tiny smile was curling at the edges of his lips."I keep to myself most of the time. Less likely to meet a sudden death that way." It was true; the Badlands was a kill or be killed type of place, and luckily he was yet to come across any kind of confrontation. Dylan wanted nothing more than for there to be peace, which was ironic considering he had decided to join this place instead of St. Peters or Flintlock Lodge. The tall boy leaned forward, resting his chin on his arm which was resting on his leg, his brown gaze flickering over her facial features. "But its a nice day so I thought it was only fair I show my face around here, see if I can catch a glimpse of the famous Tatiana. How's it feel to be Topdog?" His voice was curious and the question was genuine, however the twinge of sarcasm that he meant no harm with was undeniable. All the while, the smile had not left his lips.

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GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls) | Single
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Timothy Granaderos | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& NPC x NPC [Parents names never mentioned]
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& All their lives, Dylan and his siblings had been beaten and abused by their father. When the power shut down, the Hearst family decided to stick to their family home and wait it out. One by one his two sisters and his mother panicked and fled; when it was just the two of them, Dylan and his father got into a fatal fight. He ended up accidentally killing his father with a broken vodka bottle and to hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house. He then lived in New York for a few weeks, barely making ends meet and sticking with the gangs formed. After he got bored of the typical gang life, he ventured out into the rest of the country by himself.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his crime to his father and because he disagrees with unjust killing.

[TATIANA]

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[DYLAN,]

[align=center][div style="background:transparent;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-family:verdana;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:120%;"]Spring was on its way.

To Dylan Hearst, that meant a number of things. It meant that he would have to trade his infamous hoodie collection for any t-shirt he could find, most hopefully some sort of flannel. It also meant that everyone would get more food because plants - did anyone even attempt to grow plants? He wasn't sure  - would be growing, the prey would come out of the woodwork and the scavenger teams would be more willing to go explore further. Spring also meant one last thing: he was allowed to skate around town without looking crazy. Often, he would dig out his skateboard from the clutter in his tiny one-bedroomed apartment and skate through the streets, calling to his fellow Badlanders and having a laugh. This new world... Whatever it was, it was better for him. He was free.

The late teen couldn't help but smile to himself as he ventured down the steps of his apartment. He had chosen it as soon as they let him join: a one-bedroomed place situated above an empty pizza takeaway place. The only safe exit/entry was the doorway on the sidewalk beside the pizza place, unless he jumped out a window or some shit. Through the first door led up a narrow staircase to his actual front door, and the rest was his home. Dylan pushed open the second "front door" and squinted against the morning sunlight that struck him in the face.

It was sunnier than he had expected, but he didn't let that stop him from carrying his skateboard out onto the curb. The streets were filled with discarded bins and trash, but he didn't mind; in the morning majority of The Badlands was still asleep, so he had free-play to roam the place and skate. Every morning at the crack of dawn he was out here, sitting on the curb watching the sky, almost like clockwork. Without saying a word, the tall teen sat down onto the edge of the curb; sometimes he liked to sit and look around, overwhelmed with the fact he's still alive, surprised he outlived his father.

His brown gaze flickered towards the cloudless sky, a smile curling on the edges of his lips. I won. You lost. Years later and he was still overthinking his sick, twisted, insane victory. Dylan exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding, dropping the skateboard in the street in front of him. Sometimes he was just content with just sitting and chilling by himself for a while, he didn't need anything else to keep him happy.

[spoiler=TAGS]
GENERAL |
& Dylan Phillip Hearst
& 19 years old | Born December 22nd | Capricorn
& Male | Bisexual (leans towards girls) | Single
& The Badlands | Grunt of War
& Completed bio is HERE!

BATTLE TAGS |
& Attack in BOLD BLACK or be ignored
& Hard in hand-to-hand combat | Much better with weapons
& Choice of weapon: Seekins precision full auto .223 rifle, although he has next to no ammo so nowadays he goes for a set of throwing knives.

APPERANCE |
& 6'0 in height with an equal proportion of arm, leg and body.
& Brown eyes | Brown hair | Light freckles across cheeks/nose
& Scar across the bridge of his nose | Scars across his back and limbs from past abuse
& Faceclaim is Timothy Granaderos | REFERENCE
& Both ear lobes are self-pierced, the left lobe is a sparkly stud and the other a black one
& On his right hand, located on the middle finger, he has a small tattoo of a match and on his ring finger he has another tattoo, this time of a knife
& Most of his outfits are his black hoodie, black jeans and tattered Adidas sneakers. During the summer he changes his hoodies for flannels.

RELATIONSHIPS |
& NPC x NPC [Parents names never mentioned]
& Twins with Maisie Hearst | Older brother to Genesis Hearst
& Single | ½ of ___
& Best friends with ___
& Enemies with his father

BRIEF HISTORY |
& All their lives, Dylan and his siblings had been beaten and abused by their father. When the power shut down, the Hearst family decided to stick to their family home and wait it out. One by one his two sisters and his mother panicked and fled; when it was just the two of them, Dylan and his father got into a fatal fight. He ended up accidentally killing his father with a broken vodka bottle and to hide the evidence, Dylan torched his own house. He then lived in New York for a few weeks, barely making ends meet and sticking with the gangs formed. After he got bored of the typical gang life, he ventured out into the rest of the country by himself.
& When he was sixteen, he made it to The Badlands. They were hesitant to accept him and he has been in the group ever since then. Most of the time he keeps to himself as he is haunted by his crime to his father and because he disagrees with unjust killing.

[TATIANA]

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