<div align="center">(http://i297.photobucket.com/albums/mm229/Tristinbrushes/Furrmage.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Biography</strong></div><br/>Born to a Northern Irish mother and an English father, Dylan Collette’s life was made somewhat difficult from an early age due to growing hostility between the two neighboring nations. While both countries were, officially, unified through the medium of the United Kingdoms, there had, for a long time before Dylan’s birth, been tension stretched tight in amongst the states that comprised the United Kingdoms.<br/><br/>While the Romeo and Juliet nature of his parents’ romance and lifestyle permeated his childhood, Dylan learnt from it only discontent with what he had been offered. The typically bourgeois, suburban childhood he underwent did little but reinforce this concept of being unsatisfied with the life the fates had chosen for him. However, this manner of upbringing did serve to educate a largely hard working young Dylan well beyond a High School level and keep him sequestered off from unpleasantness of most kinds – his parents had always been loving both to one another and to him and, as an only child, Dylan was showered with affectionate attention.<br/><br/>It was the generally uneventful nature of the lad’s childhood that urged him towards an escapist mindset. This manifested physically through denying the wishes of his well-meaning parents and studying English Literature rather than Law at Belfast’s Queens University. This choice of course and higher education pushed Dylan further away from his father and, to some extent, from his still sympathetic mother and pulled him closer to the lower elements of Belfast society.<br/><br/>In true middle class style, he proceeded to taint his own background with the influence of the lower echelons, freely bringing himself towards acceptance as one of their own. Struggling poets, writers, publishers…All flew under the mothering wings of Queens University and Dylan was but one among their number – a largely aimless writer with a shy but loud attitude and a quickly developing heroine problem.<br/><br/>It was the latter issue that, in Dylan’s second year of university, condemned him to the fate he had succeeded in attaining for himself. When political unrest between Northern and Southern Ireland mounted and, finally, built into a crescendo of a fever pitch, Dylan suffered an overdose which kicked him into a month long coma of wild dreams and tangible thoughts. The dreams became steadily more lucid, more controllable over time. They featured feverish imaginings of the current whereabouts and states of his friends and enemies – those he had met – at first, only to gradually slip into the lives of others; strangers also. He could dream about whoever and whatever he liked, crafting entertainment and dreamy sustenance from the fabric of his own psyche on a whim. Reality was painted in shades of pale and grey by comparison.<br/><br/>After the month ended, Dylan awoke, all the more emaciated than his habit had left him – all the more discontent with the general nature of the world in which he lived. Dylan could never accept what the world and its denizens had given him and now he had found both a crutch to replace his heroine habit and an alternative to reality.<br/><br/>During the conflict between Northern and Southern forces in Belfast, Dylan spent his time slipping voluntarily in and out of consciousness, barely eating, barely drinking, all for the sake of living in a more vivid and more beautiful world of lucid dreams.<br/><br/>This, little did he know, was his own Awakening from a sleep he had been engaged in all his life.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Appearance</strong></div><br/>His silhouette is, generally, a rather striking but dangerously fragile one. His frame has gone beyond slender and slipped into the vicinity of ‘skeletal’ becoming a better descriptor, whether due to a natural frailty or simple forgetting or choosing not to eat. The fit of his clothes often only serve to accentuate this worrying slenderness; tightly fitted jeans or trousers, ankle high Chelsea boots (http://www.pennangalan.co.uk/boots/catimg/FW245.jpg) and a mishmash of eclectic fashion statements, often in black only serving to emphasise his significant height and his insignificant build.<br/><br/>His soft seeming, light red hair forms an angry looking halo about his otherwise pale, heart-shaped face; tendrils of that subtle crimson flailing about his pointed features. A twist-locked, badly cut fringe falls to just below his brows, obscuring his forehead entirely under usual circumstances. The general feel of his haircut is that of a randomly chopped shock of the stuff, curling into his face from above and from the sides. The entire affair just about falls to below his ear-lobes, lying slightly lower at the back of his head.<br/><br/>His face itself and its bone structure are very much in keeping with his otherwise unusual appearance. There is enough of a hint of girlishness in his appearance to make him unusual looking, almost ethereal, but not quite enough to make him truly pretty. Nevertheless, he is blessed with high cheek-bones, large, chocolate brown eyes and a pointed chin and nose. Some might call him elfin, or pixie-like were he not quite so tall. His eyes either move lethargically and gradually in the manner of one who has just been woken up or quickly and almost desperately, darting about in a wild dance of activity.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Paradigm</strong></div><br/>Dylan manipulates reality through slipping into the dreams of the aspect he wishes to alter. That is the basic premise behind his particular taste of Magick. For now he finds it impossible to do anything but perceive any aspects of reality aside from the Minds of living creatures.<br/><br/>He can use dreams to perform all manner of sensory Magick and yet can only actually manipulate the workings of minds and psyches. He does this through entering their dreams at first as a spectator and, afterward, actually altering their dreams, slipping them suggestions or downright mental impulses according to his own whims.<br/><br/>He sees this art of Oneiromancy as something of a recreational activity, almost a drug, and he is, as a result, addicted to the vivid and beautiful or terrifying realities away from reality he can find within his own dreams and those of others.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Character Sheet</strong></div><br/><em>Name</em>: Dylan Collette,<em>Player</em>: Barding,<em>Chronicle</em>: Paradox Lost,<em>Nature</em>: Addict,<em>Demeanour</em>: Loner,<em>Essence</em>: Dynamic,<em>Tradition</em>: Orphan.<br/><br/><em>Strength</em>: 1,<em>Dexterity</em>: 3,<em>Stamina</em>: 2,<em>Charisma</em>: 2,<em>Manipulation</em>: 3,<em>Appearance</em>: 3,<em>Perception</em>: 3,<em>Intelligence</em>: 4,<em>Wits</em>: 3.<br/><br/><em>Alertness</em>: 3,<em>Awareness</em>: 2,<em>Dodge</em>: 1,<em>Empathy</em>: 1,<em>Expression</em>: 3,<em>Intuition</em>: 1,<em>Streetwise</em>: 2,<em>Subterfuge</em>: 1.<br/><br/><em>Etiquette</em>: 2,<em>Firearms</em>: 1,<em>Meditation</em>: 2,<em>Research</em>: 1,<em>Survival</em>: 1.<br/><br/><em>Computer</em>: 1,<em>Psychology</em>: 1,<em>Science</em>: 1,<em>Literature</em>: 3.<br/><br/><em>Correspondence</em>: 2,<em>Life</em>: 1,<em>Mind</em>: 3.<br/><br/><em>Avatar</em>: 3,<em>Dream</em>: 3.<br/><br/><em>Arete</em>: 3<br/><br/><em>Willpower</em>: 7