Name: Dylena Elizabeth<br/><br/>Age: 17<br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Height: 5'7"<br/><br/>Weight: small framed, looks almost fragile, but has some muscle, and isn't too well endowed, but she has enough to not be considered a boy<br/><br/>Eye Color: deepest blue, the pupil rimmed with gold<br/><br/>Personality: She's sealed herself off from everyone, tired of trying to make new friends everywhere she moves to. She's built walls around her heart, and she's very self-sufficient. She hates having to depend on someone else.<br/><br/>History: When she was just three years old, the world became a very cold place for Dylena. Her mother ran away from her and her father, to marry a photographer and move to Spain. Her father was a Commander in the army and was always away, dragging her around with him from base to base. By the age of ten, she was already fluent in English, Spanish, French, Italian, and Japanese. She through herself into school, doing above and beyond on everything, so she'd have a distraction from her every day life. When all else failed, she'd compose music, getting out all her loneliness and torment.<br/><br/>She's transfered to 10 different schools during her academic career, and was just told she would be trapped at this school for the remainder of her high school years. She's not getting her hopes up as she's heard that before.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i53.tinypic.com/28ixef6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>This sleepy side of town was just the thing her father liked. He'd come and done some surveillance, without her knowledge of course, to make sure it was safe enough for his 'little girl'. It was the sort of area where, in the summer, the elderly ladies would sit on their porches, drowning their flower pots in an overdose of water. The sort of town that had children riding their bikes in the street, not a care in the world. Twas also the sort of town where everyone knew everyone, every detail about who was living where and who they were associated with.<br/><br/>This was exactly the sort of place Dylena hated.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she hated the small town feel of that area. She'd lived in plenty of rural places to know that they weren't all bad. Crime was down in those areas, there was a bit less drama since everyone had been with each other for so long. She generally didn't mind them. However, when a town like this, a developing location, felt more like it was stuck in the 1950's almost, made her feel suffocated. Dylena knew she didn't fit that mold, from day one, from her personality to the way she dressed. Girls here still wore mainly dresses and white tennis shoes for heaven's sake. The guys mainly wore things like tennis shirts and shoes. She stuck out like a sore thumb.<br/><br/>Dylena had tried, harder than she normally did, to feel more accepted there. She didn't want her time here to be harder than it had to be, yet it appeared they didn't like outsiders. Their clicks seemed too deep rooted to actually allow her to really get to know anyone. The most they seemed to allow for outside people were the adults that were making a living there, like her uncle. While her father was away on a mission in God-Knows-Where, her uncle would be watching her. He was a contractor, hired to clear out the old abandoned warehouses and buildings in the industrial district, and replace them with some apartment complexes and condominiums for the masses...along with, what they hoped, would be an up and coming mall to bring in more revenue.<br/><br/>What was even odder a feeling, was that of the divide between the two areas. It was almost something you could see even displayed in the sky...One side of the city, her end was lighter, brighter, where as the other was a touch darker, sirens an almost constant fix in the air. Just in the middle of the two sides of the city, her school was located.<br/><br/>Since she'd moved here, just two short days ago, everything was beginning to feel like it dragged on. The only interaction she had with other people was with her uncle and the random smattering of older ladies that would sit on their porches and oggle the neighbors. And, such as this was what made her so anxious to start school.<br/><br/>She'd seen the pictures of her new school, heard the rumors surrounding the gang violence in the area, and almost craved to see something happen just to break the dull still life in which she now found herself. Almost. Invigorated with the chance to finally have something to do other than listen to her uncle's constant stream of annoyance with crew members, Dylena pulled on her usual attire: an unassuming look consisting of black flats, blue denim straight-legs, and a light yellow scoop-neck t-shirt...Nothing that would draw attention to herself as it was her first day. And, as a way to get to know the area more, she decided to walk the distance, even though her uncle had gruffly asked if she wanted a ride on his way to work.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the morning light, she let out a sigh, pulled her bag up a bit higher on her shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment.<span style="font-style: italic">All right...</span>she coached herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Just get through it...That's all you have to do...is get through it...</span>That in mind, she set out, enough time to leisurely arrive and still stop into the office to get her locker and class information.