<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7b/Kazimir.jpg)</div><strong>Real Name:</strong>Dylan Clark<br/><strong>Stage Name:</strong>That Guy, Roadie, etc.<br/><strong>Job:</strong>Stage Hand<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'2”<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>219lbs.<br/><strong>Eye Colour:</strong>Gray<br/><strong>Hair Colour:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Virgin:</strong>No<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetro<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Music, playing the Guitar (in private), reading texts on philosophy<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Attitude, Rude People, Macaroni and Cheese<br/><strong>Kinks:</strong>Pain (both giving and receiving), BDSM<br/><strong>Hard limits:</strong>Scat, Vore, Mutilation<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Athletic, generally laid back, hard working, prone to bouts of melancholy from his past.<br/><strong>Bio:</strong>At eighteen Dylan was a rising guitarist for a metal/industrial band, becoming well-known for dark timbre and power cords.  Before long the band collapsed and the members turned on him, making him their scapegoat for all their plagues.  They ousted him in a fairly public way that all but blacklisted him from any other band.<br/><br/>After this he went away from the stage, finally deciding to go back to college and get his degree in Music Theory.  With his past faded into the background as another in a long line of failed bands in the history of music, he decided to move on.  Finally wanting to get back into the industry, he found that he was still unwanted, or worse, unknown.  Undeterred he took the only job he could find, as humiliating as it was to him personally, he became a Roadie.