Post by DYLAN COLLINS on Jul 18, 2012 2:52:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius:20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px;] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: dylan james collins ALIAS: dyl, pickle (dill), dj DATE OF BIRTH: 11/09/1992 AGE: twenty OCCUPATION: navy seal SEXUALITY: heterosexual PLAY BY: ryan taylor VISITOR [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me hopping into our time machine, we pass years of significance for the young male known as dylan james collins. little things such as his first fall, losing his first tooth and his first crush are just as important as losing his father, enlisting and his training. everything that revolves around this young man, the one that is currently sitting in a bar nursing on something alcoholic in order to give him a buzz that his workout training just wasn’t doing, made him who he is. [/style]the date: September 11, 1992: screams could be heard echoing throughout the entire wing of the maternity wing. one particular scream could be heard over the others as she was screaming not in pain, but in frustration. because even at the time of birth, dylan was a stubborn child and in order to welcome to the world, his mother had to be induced into labor. two weeks late, six hours and thirty two minutes later and dylan and another was welcomed into the world. dylan was never informed of this part of his life, and would later uncover it when he was in his late teens but a daughter was born minutes before. they named her dahlia but she appeared sickly as dylan had been fighting for his own life in their mother’s womb. he had grown stronger, while the daughter had grown weaker. with dylan’s screams piercing the air as he was welcomed into the world, there was nothing but silence coming from the one in the corner. no screams were heard, and no cries for sanctuary in the mother’s arms could be heard as the girl took her last breath and then was gone. dahlia sacrificed her nutrients according to the doctor to feed the once weak, younger twin. dylan was put into his mother’s arms and since then, claire has never let him go. caleb, their father had not been present at the time but he would receive news feed through the phone to his base in some remote location informing him of the newest addition and the newest loss of the family. the date: September 15th, 1992 a few days old, claire is sitting with him in the living room, trying to feed her new son when a call comes over the intercom and the girl stumbles with baby in one hand and reaches for the buzzer. with a tired, exasperated voice, she asks who it is and receives the surprise of a lifetime. the male’s voice came through the speaker with a heavenly tone to it and she buzzed him up to the apartment right away. he reached the doors in seconds, climbing the five flights of stairs needed to reach the apartment door. this day is important to dylan, and even though he does not remember a thing of it, he can still feel it and he dreams about it when times are tough. he hears his father speaking to him, pushing him further and further to the very limits just when dylan is ready to give up. getting a small discharge from the base, with no missions set on the agenda, caleb was able to arrive home in only a few short hours on a commercial flight in order to see his son of only a few days. dylan was fed first because he grew irritated when his stomach was not full, a notion that is shared even to this day. the first time that caleb held his son, he cried. dylan was not familiar with the person holding him, his eyes and muscles too weak and so his head just moved around, looking for the support that the other parent lent him. but caleb had no idea what to do with his son, too scared to even hold him and he was an admiral. he was not meant to be scared of anything as he was a leader, a born leader and looking down at his screaming son—he saw the same thing. a fight that was unlike any other that he had seen, that fire gut feeling already growing but that soon ended when dylan’s dinner ended up all over his father as his throat burned while crying for the comforting hold of his mother. the date: april 9th, 1993 with dylan growing stronger, bigger and growing faster than claire could keep up with a husband that was constantly leaving her side and a baby that would not stop growing—she could not ask for anything better. she smothered dylan and this date was recorded because it was two of dylan’s first things. one was his first steps as he moved up to stand, using the couch as support in order to get the remote that looked shiny enough to eat. pushing himself up was a great deal as his muscles were still getting used to be solid and tough and then he began to move, his mother watching the entire time with camera in her hand as she had been expecting this moment for weeks. the second thing, his first visit from his grandparents who would play a vital role in their grandson’s life later on. they arrived, unexpectantly and showered the little boy in kisses and hugs, pulling him away from his goal which did not sit well with dylan. he was a spoiled child even before he turned a year old and though he begged for the remote, he was instead lifted into his grandmother’s arms. he relaxed though, something about the mature woman relaxed him while his grandfather, a marine man himself, had a tough as nails look to him and dylan did not like him one bit but he remained calm as he nestled into his grandmother’s arm, an act that will occur only 15 years later but for a different reason. he still relishes in his grandmother’s love when he needs something to help him get through the day as his father is no longer around to be any kind of guide. the date: august 15th, 1994 a year old now, starting to form words that hardly made any sense. this memory is no longer in dylan’s memory bank and it’s small but it was the day that his father came home from a mission and was dressed in his uniform. he entered the house, spick and span and looking clean even though he had some dirt on his face as after he stepped foot on the ground in the united states, he rushed onto another plane to be home. a bond was formed that day, unspoken and even unrealized by the young child, but it would last to his father’s death and then his father’s spirit and dream would live on through his son. the date: feburary 24th, 1995 the first snowfall that dylan got to experience. he was three now, walking and talking and being an all around pain in the ass to everyone—but never without love. his mother finally allowed him the chance to experience snow and he hated it. cold, solid to liquid, it just made him upset and sad to know that the snow would be gone and that he was not able to eat it without it melting. he did not want to know what water tasted like, he wanted to know what snow tasted like and it tricked him. dylan and snow were never friends after this day, after he kicked the small pile and the wind blew it back into his face causing claire to nurse his ice burns for the next three hours. things between him and snow were never on the ball with one another but he was only three, there was plenty of time for him and snow to hate each other even more and it would because it would betray him when he needed it the most. the date: july 4th, 1997 a random moment, where the little boy was just talking about who knows what on a special day as it was the mother country’s birthday. he turned to his father after having been rambling on with no actual thought process to his words about everything from the loud firecrackers to the pretty fireworks that they could see from their house. now in a new state, as caleb’s job had them relocating quite a bit, but they remained in the states for this particular relocation---caleb going wherever he was called and claire and dylan following with their entire lives. a school night, and dylan was able to stay up late which brought him great joy as day care was not actually thrilling or even interesting to the boy but he was able to see annabeth, so it was a bonus. his first crush, a pretty little girl and now the topic of conversation as he spoke to his father about the difference between his mother and annabeth and asking what the funny feeling in his stomach was and then he took his father’s cap off his head. caleb was often dressed in his uniform but this night in particular was for the country that he risked his life to protect, and serve. “I want to be just like you daddy…just like you..”, and though dylan’s head was not big enough, caleb noticed that the hat actually looked good on him and caleb responded with a nod and a chuckle before replying, “you have to want it”. the date: September 10th, 1999, one day before dylan was about to turn 8, he was stopped in his tracks with the notion that he should profess his love to annabeth before he ended up dying of old age because to him, 8 was old. he gathered the flowers in the yard of the playground, tucking and rolling to escape the eyes of his teachers in order to sneak over to the other side of the playground and out of the time out box where he was supposed to be. using objects and other people, the seven year old made it to annabeth’s side without even breaking a sweat but the playground was small in comparison to most. he gave her a charming smile, his face having dirt on it which sweet little annabeth wiped away but then just as dylan was about to hand her the flowers, his teacher was calling him over. “wait for me!”, the dramatic little boy yelled as he was taken by the arm , forced to drop the boutique and put back into the corner where he remained for the rest of the time under watchful eye. the flowers were stomped on when dylan went to go get them back, having been trampled by little feet that were running for snack time but dylan found that he was not hungry. not when the love of his life, for an almost 8 year old kid, was sharing her cookies with another guy. the date: june 30th, 2002, nine years old and learning that life was not going to be so nice to him, dylan was forced to reflect on a lot of his life at his point. having been moved around a number of times in his life, he was just going through a mid, mid life crisis as he began to evaluate at this point. he had figured out what he wanted to do in his life when he was a young boy but after much begging to his father, he was now going to see what it was like. this was significant in the young boy’s life because at the age of 9, dylan got to see what his entire dream job entailed. he got to meet the navy seals that were there, training on the base that his father worked with, he got to watch some of the training but not all of it as the ones that resulted in men passing out or throwing up were too much for the little boy to handle. his father showed him everything on that base camp that he was allowed to see and at nine years old, dylan was determined to make this dream work. he was already a strong kid, biggest one in his class but his muscles needed some work. he asked his mother for dumbbells but she declined that offer and instead gave him a carrot to chew on which he did while watching bugs bunny but not forgetting his dream of being a navy seal. the date: march 16th, 2008 it was hard for him to recall this day and some say that dylan shuts down when this day rolls around. he was fifteen years old when his father was killed on one of the missions. the greatest legend of his time and he was taken down by something as small as a heart attack while out on a mission. he was not shot, he did not actually suffer apparently as he just dropped dead with no warning sign for his team. but like that, the light that was dylan started to burn out. as he stood, helping to fold the flag that would be laid upon his father’s grave, with so many idols and heroes around him, dylan at the age of 15 said goodbye to adm caleb Collins. his entire team was there, anyone that had met him, and then him, his mother and his grandparents. his mother was beside herself but still clinging onto the hope that her son would not follow the same path as his father anymore and go for something like a desk job. but being surrounded by navy seals and officers while his father was being lowered into the ground, his hands folded in front of him and dylan knew that he had to keep going. he had been in training with his father for too long, running long distances, being yelled at to swim faster, go further, be better and dylan was going to just that. his grandfather understood and was even proud but he did not believe that he should have to outlive his son, his uncle was drowning in the tears of his aunt and his cousins and then his mother, clinging to the sleeve of his suit and begging him to pick another path and speaking how she did not want to bury another caleb in her lifetime. grief stricken, his mother ended up falling into a depression for a few months and it took all her strength just to sit up in bed, let alone eat or drink. dylan, without his father, continued the small amount of training on his own and would shed a tear or two when doing it, in honor of his father. the date: october 1st, 2010 to now these will be the days that will end up testing dylan to the very core of his being. he was meant to be trained for his, have the balls to do it and the spirit running through his blood. the small tests were easy, written and endurance wise, this male was able to get through those with a hand tied behind his back. it was the part that was meant to make or break him that almost broke him, but his dad’s spirit, the legend that appeared on the walls of the base camp pushed dylan to the very end of his 24 weeks. he had thrown up, cried, yelled, talked back and still, he was able to pass it. the officers say it was the teamwork and the fire gut feeling when they first saw him that they knew he would be a good one, but it was the tasks that were performed that would make him. hell week is the most memorable for him as dylan is a fan of sleep, and running on less than four hours and going for over a hundred hours of training constantly was brutal. it almost killed the male but he kept going and it paid off in the end. he was asked to quit many times, told to get out and leave but the test was passed as he stood his ground no matter the task. he lead his group sometimes, followed them in some cases and did everything that was shouted to him. he was pushed to the limits, injured in some cases but he never gave up or walked out. his body probably hates him for the time that he had started to train to now, pushing day after day to be the best, to be his very best and though he wanted to quit, his body wanting to give out and give the last breath in order to get peace, he didn’t. he was able to get through the training with a pride that shined as he finished and was given the title as PO3. now? dylan still has that air of arrogance that never left, even when his body willed him too. his mind is strong and so is his spirit as he pushes himself and others to the limit on some occasions. he pressures, he manipulates and he has some repressed memories that he does not wish to include. he’s a stronger person because of the training but maybe a little broken too. it was over a year ago and the scars of some of the sessions, the phases, still lie on his body. he got infections but fought them off naturally, he had broken his finger but told no one, his spirit is strong because has wanted this since he was a boy. he has wanted to be what his father was, make him proud and now—dylan is ready to follow in his footsteps. but he is anxious, he’s too anxious if you ask some of the officers as he is just dying to get out into the action and use the skills that he had acquired and honed since leaving the training program. he had never gone to college, he had been all in for the navy seals and never let the idea falter even when other professions came to mind. this is what he wants to do and now dylan can easily say that he wanted it bad enough, and still does. but he is young at the same time. he is not yet tamed, still bucking like a bronco and now stationed in virginia, crystal falls to be exact for some unknown reason to him. his body and soul are restless, he feels that sleep is not needed and spends the time drinking and partying in order to fill his time but that does not mean that he slacks off. he trains, he works out, swims, jogs, lift things, camps, he tests his own limits and pushes them far in order to be all prepared for when a job comes through—and dylan is more than prepared for it, but the question remains is, is he mentally ready for it. |
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