willowswoodnv
vanguardisms
CallMeByLadyBird
srry this took so long,
lol hope he's decent XD

NAME ;
dylan m.
greymore

AGE ;
why can't
we be 17 ?

GENDER ;
male

ROLE ;
rising paranoia

FACE CLAIM ;
gregg sulkin

PERSONALITY ;

physically, he changed alot.
honestly as much as mac
from always sunny at this
point. but that didn't change
his morals to much, his personality a bit in the ways
of fluctuating anxiety and depression before hand.
but no, he remains a strong
willed and golden hearted boy. confident and unapologetic
now, in the ways he always
hoped he once would be.
adjusting to the town, but
hardly so. with innocent
intentions in an otherwise
dark and gruesome place.

OTHER INFO ;

AESTHETIC ;

THEME SONGS ;
listen before i go | billie e.
schizo, schizo | melanie m.
killed someone for you | alec b.
im a headcase | kailee m.

AUDITION ;

People always had differing opinions about the said 'dylan greymore'. every one perceived
him differently, from what ever
rumor they heard, or whatever
so called secret that was being spread from mouth to mouth like
a nasty infection that afternoon.
from a diaper years cry baby, to
a middle school dweeb, or a
freshman year gender bent
martha dumbtruck. Or even
today's junior year demi god.
he didn't care or listen usually,
he'd grown use to not listening.

but that was until murderer
was added to the rumor list.

sitting in the silver room he
stared numbly, waiting. eyes
glossed over but refusing to
cry, it would only make matters
worse. hands playing with the
strings of the folded up hoodie
on his lap. a usual security blanket for him since younger
years, finally it fit him. but even
now for whatever reason he could not pull it over his shoulders and relax. feel safe.

because currently he didn't feel
safe, he didnt feel relaxed. and
no third grade security measure
would help that. he shouldnt
feel anything but focused. to
do what was right and clear this
image up, show his innocence.
therefore his mind shouldnt be eased. he didnt deserve comfort.

so when the detective walked into the room, closing that heavy door behind them he held back a wince. holding back whatever feeling caused tears and panic and times like this, and clearing his throat to gather up what ever voice he had left. watching with steady eyes as the elder man sat
down across from them.

letting his hoodie fall off his lap; onto the floor. straightening his shoulders and locking locked eyes. dylan leaned forward and
tried his best not to be weak or intimidated. he knew his rights, well enough not to request and ask. but to command the same
cop that thought he had the killer
before him, sitting in his palm.

" get my lawyer."