DYLAN CRANE

Un autre jour est passé, le coucher de soleil derrière les petits bâtiments en briques rouges de la petite ville de Hollande avec ses derniers rayons de lumière à peine perçant à travers les stores du Vinyl de Lou. Dylan était en route pour l'endroit juste à temps pour fermer le local et dire une autre routine bonne nuit à son patron et meilleur ami, Lou. Il a pris un coup de plus de sa cigaratte avant de le jeter de côté juste à temps pour entrer dans le magasin. Sa main s'empara fermement de la poignée de la porte, la tira vers le bas et poussa la grande barrière de verre encastrée en fer.
Alors qu'il mettait son premier pied dans la boutique, un son attachant s'est éteint juste au-dessus de lui, un petit dispositif d'alarme en cuivre que Lou a mis pour savoir quand quelqu'un entre dans son petit magasin de disques. Il ferma la porte derrière lui d'une main, tandis que l'autre se brossait contre ses brins de cheveux, poussant de côté ses épais cheveux noirs. L'endroit était assez vide avec un éclairage légèrement diminué, une ampoule scintille sporadiquement en arrière-plan tandis qu'un homme plus âgé brossait occasionnellement le sol à quelques pieds de distance. Lou leva les yeux, sa main droite tenant encore le pinceau pendant qu'il balayait son front en sueur avec celui de gauche: "Pensé que tu as dit que tu fixais l'ampoule", insinuant à celui qui scintille dans le dos. "Oh, oui." - Dylan répondit, ne s'inclinant pas une seconde, marchant lentement vers l'ancien gentleman, avançant sa main droite comme pour lui prendre le pinceau: "Je pensais que je l'ai fait."
Lou vient de lui donner un sourire alors qu'il laissait le bâton dans les mains du garçon pour continuer le travail. "Arrête-toi ici et va te coucher. Nous avons beaucoup à faire demain." - Lou continua alors qu'il se dirigeait vers l'entrepôt pour laisser son chapeau de travail : « Nous avons une livraison qui arrive. »
"Les nouveaux CD dont je t'ai parlé?" - Dylan s'est renseigné tout en brossant tranquillement la saleté des tuiles blanches qui ont été posées autour de la boutique.
"Ouais, ceux-là." - Lou continua alors qu'il se promenait vers les portes.
"Je te le dis, ceux-là vont vendre beaucoup plus que cette merde." - comme il a pointé autour des disques de vinyle, le préféré de Lou.
"Hé, nous sommes peut-être proches, mais vous n'avez pas à manquer de respect aux Justes Frères." - le vétéran s'est exclamé d'une manière sérieuse, mais a donné un petit sourire à la fin juste pour que Dylan s'assure qu'il plaisantait. Le garçon sourit alors qu'il continuait à se branler : "Bonne nuit, Lou."
"Bonne nuit, petit."
Les portes ont fermé, la nuit est finalement arrivée et Dylan a fini. Il a laissé le balai à l'arrière, est retourné à la porte et a tourné le panneau sur eux de sorte que le côté "Fermé" était face à l'extérieur et les a rapidement verrouillés tout en tirant le petit rideau fixé juste au-dessus du verre. Il éteignit ensuite les lumières et retourna lentement dans sa chambre où se trouvait son fidèle ami Miles. Le petit chiot s'est hâté de sauter du lit et sur les jambes de Dylan. Il a rapidement frotté le chien sur la tête, puis il s'est déshabillé, a installé l'horloge d'alarme juste à côté de son lit et s'est couché. Les deux mains cousues sous sa tête de repos et Miles recourbés entre ses jambes, il s'endormit rapidement, fatigué d'une autre longue journée.

DREAMWORLD

Peu de temps après avoir fermé les yeux, Dylan s'est retrouvé profondément dans un rêve. Cependant ce n'était pas un rêve ordinaire comme il l'a réalisé. Au début, il pensait que c'était un autre de ces rêves où vous en avez pris conscience, mais cela semblait un peu différent. Non seulement il semblait très pratique de faire ce qu'il voulait, mais il s'est rendu compte que c'était trop réel pour être un rêve et qu'il avait un peu peur. C'était un espace sombre avec une légère brise qui caresse doucement sa peau. Il n'était pas nécessairement sombre, juste vide de tout contenu tel qu'il semblait, parce qu'il pouvait très vivement se voir, malgré aucune source de lumière apparente présente. C'était perturbateurment réaliste, mais clairement irréel. Il se sentait un peu anxieux d'éprouver quelque chose comme ça et ne savait pas comment s'en sortir. Pas beaucoup plus longtemps, de ce vaste vide qui s'étendait dans toutes les directions à l'inconnu, un écho épouvantable s'annonce soudain: "Quoi...? Quel est cet endroit...?"
Malgré tous ses instincts, il a décidé d'aller dans sa direction, peu importe.
DYLAN CRANE


Basic Information

| Name |
Dylan Julius Crane
| Date of Birth |
 September 22nd | 21
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Straight 
| Status |
Single
| Partner |
TBA

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| Occupation |
College student currently taking a year off | Meanwhile works at a music disc store called Lou's Vinyl
| In-Depth Appearance |
Dylan grew into a 185 pounds and 6'2 tall man with a very lean and muscular build as a result of his many frequent physical activities. His hair is a natural dark brown, slightly longer and messy with soft curles down it's length. He likes to have it run free on his head and casually play with it during the day from time to time, combing it with his fingers. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, often semi-closed as if he's always focusing on something. In reality it's a result of his hard life. He has no tattoos on his body but carries a long surfer necklace and a small bracelet he got on his 18th birthday from Claire, his then girlfriend.
His way of dressing is very simplistic, partly due to him being modest and partly because he's relatively poor, often seen just wearing jeans and plain short-sleeves. Occasionally when the nights get a bit chilly or when heading to the hilltop he'd take his clean grey hoodie with him.
He has a few scars on his legs, mostly around his knees from skateboarding accidents, but seeing as how he was never a very flashy skateboarder he didn't fall often. Scars, mostly scratch marks, are very small and few.




Who Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Usually calm and reserved ♦ Antisocial ♦ Diligent ♦ Can be an ass on a bad day ♦
He mostly stays silent unless spoken to, very frequently giving short answers unless he's talking to Lou. Although an adventurer at heart, he's been locked in a fight with depression for a while now which kept him from dedicating himself to his passions, like travelling and socializing, enjoying the good life. He's had a rough transition from a held-back extravert to an almost fanatical introvert. He's not the type to blow people off when spoken to, he's raised better than that. However, his way of leading a conversation can lead most people to believe he's extremely uninterested, and rightfully so. This can also make him look like a dick to people who don't know him or his background, something he will never reveal to a stranger. This vicious cicle is what keeps him from moving on and meeting new people.
On the flip side, this level of mystery is what draws many girls to him, and he tries to handle it the best he can.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔All kinds of music (prefers acoustic).
✔Skateboarding.
✔Alone time.
✔Talking to Lou (his boss).
✔His dog, Miles.
✔Trips to nature (usually alone).
✔Sunsets.
✔Cigarettes.
✘Opening up to people.
✘Overly cheerful people.
✘Attatchment (relationship).
✘Large groups of people.
✘Gossip.
✘Attention seekers.
✘Obnoxious people.
Hobbies
 He likes to hike or ride a bike up to the nearby hills and look over the town of Holland and just collect his thoughts. Usually can be found here just around sunsets. Plays guitar occasionally in his room, sometimes takes it with him uphill. He also smokes cigars now and then.
He used to surf and skateboard with Jacob.
| History |
Dylan grew up in a small family of three in the small town of Holland, to his father Sean, a hardworking local handyman, and Jill, a housewife. He's had a bad life for as long as he can remember which took great effect on his overall state of mind. The few good memories he has are all before the age of 10, when his family was whole, and although not wealthy, they had a loving relationship and a warm place to call home. It was sometime after his 10th birthday that he started noticing his first neighbor coming around the house more frequently than before. At the time he didn't think of it too much, but the shock came when one morning he woke up without a warm breakfast waiting for him in the kitchen, his clothes were not neatly laid on a chair besides his bed for the new school day and there was no sign of his mother. Just a small note left on that plaid tablecloth that simply said "Sorry".
It took a while for him to get over the fact that his own mother walked out on them, but his wounds healed eventually, garnering a certain hatred towards her.
In high school, few years later, he met his best friend, Jacob and a girl he didn't think of much at first but that would soon change. Claire was his perfect counterpart and he struggled for a while with the thought of doing anything to endanger their friendship, but one drunk Saturday night they kissed in junior year and from then on their young love would only grow stronger. The three of them, with Jake, used to go each day up to a small hilltop outside Holland to drink beer and enjoying the sunset together dreaming of things to come.
Unfortunately, as Dylan knew best, good things never last. During his routine job, his father was struck by lightning while doing some handywork at someone's house. He passed away on the spot leaving young Dylan in shatters and officially an orphan. Not only did he lose his home and feeling of safety, he had lost one man who raised him to be a forgiving and caring human being, one that taught him so many things during his 16 years of life. Losing his only source of income, his house was soon taken away along with rest of his belongings. Luckily he had Jacob and his gilfriend to look to. Young Dylan, crushed from inside would never be the same, but he still had people who cared for him. They noticed immediately he had changed from a cheerful and optimistic young man to an empty and resentful shell of a boy, spiteful towards the life he was given. Although he would act out at school he never turned away from Jacob, at whose house he was now living, and Claire, who still managed to creep out a smile out of him now and then.
For a few years things were looking better. The three finished college and Dylan finally had a break in his life. He was hoping to go to college sometime in the future, unable to pay for it at that moment, so he decided to work two jobs at a time just to gather enough money for his future. Both Claire and Jake went to find their luck elsewhere in the US, studying at different universities, while Dylan had to stay behind. It was a tough decision to make, but love eventually prevailed and him and Claire decided to try long distance, despite all odds. And with all the little bumps and bruises, in the end it worked out as he was now able to finally afford university. He decided to go not too far away, and applied at the University of the nearby city of Ann Arbor, trying to pursue a career in economics. After a few months, his two favorite people were back in town and were ready to come see him in the big city, but as fate would have it, they would never arrive. A careless truck driver went into their lane and collided head on into their car, leaving both of them dead.
Dylan, severely depressed and feeling very much alone, considered suicide every time. But he could never do it. Each time he'd reach that hilltop and consider leaping over the edge he'd always remember that one day when the three of them sat right there on that very same ridge overlooking their small town and talking about their futures. He thought it would be selfish to rid himself of his life and not fulfill at least one dream they had. So even in their deaths they would push him onward, molding him into a very resilient and self-reliant, yet lonesome individual. He eventually got a dog that would keep him company seeing as he now tried to avoid any type of attatchment, fearing it's repercussions. He returned to Holland and got a job at Lou's Vinyl, a job he previously worked at before going to college, an old and kind man who acted as his new father figure after his old man died. He's currently taking a year off from college trying to collect his thoughts after the loss and lives at Lou's shop, in a small room behind that used to serve as a storage unit. Lou is the only person he still talks to frequently.
| Family |
Father - deceased
Mother - fate unknown
Dog called Miles
| Strengths |
 Hard-working
Sharp-minded
Knows how to do a lot of housework thanks to his dad


| Weaknesses |
 Smokes cigarettes.
A bit of an alcoholic.
Cannot handle large groups of people.
Talking about his past.


  

The Other
| Theme Song |
I'll follow you into the dark – Death cab for a cutie
”If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.”
| Extra Information |
Dylan walks his dog twice every day, once in the morning before work and once around dusk, after he returns from the hill.

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