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Korrye [ T h e • T h e a t r e • D i r e c t o r ]  • | Totus mundus agit histrionem | •
○ » [Title] --||: Dylin Michelle Vaan
○ » [Called As] --||: François, Twig, Drama Queen or, Everest.
○ » [Born As] --||: Femme → Female
○ » [Numbers] --||: Vingt Deux → 22
○ » [Dating Needs] --||: Je préfère les hommes → Heterosexual
○ » [First Day of Life] --||: 9 janvier → January 9th
○ » [Heritage ] --||: Français et Américain → French and American
○ » [Judgments ] --||: Dramatic Young Lean Intelligent Nice
○ » [Polaroids] --||: I want to pull away when the dream dies....Credit to Storm Models.
Besides her inherited charm and grace Dylin’s dashing appearance is all a graceful gift of her mother. Her long dark brown hair and yummy blue eyes are her mother’s best traits and things that were passed down to her. Dylin’s dazzling style for clothing and fashion makes her a stunning short sight to see. Yes, short, Dylin isn’t as tall as she may seem. Standing a little over 5’7 in height and weighing in a roughly 110 pounds she is a small and fragile being. Her allergy to Gluten (wheat, barley, rye and starch products) makes is what makes her so tiny since she is incapable of consuming many common foods. Besides her short and thin body Dylin’s flowing mass of hair is her own pet peeve. Her hair, although long, annoys her day in and out. Nothing can tame it, not even the massive amount of products that she uses. It’s a war each day to make it do what she wants and most times she’ll throw it into bun or a pony tail so that she may continue on with her work unbothered.
○ » [Nature] --||:
Totus mundus agit histrionem, a line quoted and created by Shakespeare. Simply put in the English language ‘All The World’s A Stage’. To Dylin the world is her stage and she is the lead character. She is never anyone else but herself and she wouldn’t change who she is for anyone.
Her nicknames all came out of high school and each had their own reason:
• She was called François because she is French and she can speak the language fluently.
• She was called Twig because she was incredibly thin and short because of her Gluten allergy.
• She was called Everest due to her not wanting any form of relationship
• She was called drama queen because of her endless dramatics and over exaggeration of things.
[ D r a m a t i c ] • [ D r a m a t i q u e ]
Dylin has always been a drama queen. Everything she does and even the way she speaks is somewhat exaggerated. She overestimates on a lot of things and loves to talk and think big. Some people would say that she thinks too much about the stage and a role. Others would explain that she is just a big kid. In more ways than one both statements are true. Dylin’s life revolves around the theatre and its productions. She is a workaholic when it comes to her job and she obsesses about every detail. Dylin is living out her dream of owning a major Broadway theatre and she goes about things the way a kid would. She hums to herself, she sings, she does laps around the building for exercise and her favourite thing to do is dance in the rain.
[ Y o u n g ] • [ J e u n e ]
Young at heart will always apply to Dylin and her big kid personality. She will always be bubbly and chatty despite the things that she has witnessed and been through. Even when she was little she was social and comical. Her small plays and childish jokes entertained her father for hours on end and somehow it made up for the fact that her mother wasn’t there.
[ L a d y ] • [ D a m e ]
If there was one thing that Dylin inherited from her mother is was her respect for others and her ladylike qualities. Just because she acts like a kid doesn’t mean that she isn’t responsible and polite to others. Her gain of ownership of the Theatre came from her experience on the stage, and her delicate kindness for others. Her elegant posture and soft voice made her into a fabulous greeter on the evenings when plays took place. Last, Dylin’s knowledge of a second language allowed for her to work with stage hands and designers from Paris making her business all the more successful.
[ I n t e l l i g e n t ] • [ J u d i c i e u s e ]
Although some of her friends may not have been the brightest and at some times her grades would slip because she was obsessing about a performance, Dylin is a bright young woman. Her studies always revolved around linguistics (French and English) and the theatre. She may not have been smart with numbers but she was capable of obtaining a low A average. She graduated high school with honours in all of her selected courses and her high grade average permitted her gain of several scholarships for the short time that she spent in University and Arts Schools. One thing that is important about Dylin though is that she never rubs her smarts in another person’s face. She hates it went people try to act smarter than she is and she resents it when people talk down to others because they think that they are better. If anyone tries it watch out because her smarts don’t just remain in the languages and the arts. When living in New York one needs to know how to protect herself.
[ N i c e ] • [ G e n t i l l e ]
Dylin’s ladylike features include her greatest virtue; kindness. She was a snoot when she was younger. In kindergarten she rolled her eyes and told others off but as she grew older she realized that she attract more people to you if you have honey not vinegar. Part of this realization came after the shooting and she found herself deeply moved. The fact that hate would drive a person to commit such a terrible crime altered her way of thinking and since that day in the cafeteria Dylin has been nothing but nice to others. When working at the theatre she doesn’t hesitate to give others a second chance and she works with a charisma that most admire.
○ » [Autobiography] --||:
It’s said that at 16 years of age no one knows themselves in and out. You're only supposed to have an idea of what you would like to do with your life. The friends you’re supposedly making are ones that you should keep forever. Three weeks into school when I was 16 years old I found out who I was. I watched someone my age blow their brains out and fire off a round at my best friends. It was then that I started to wonder; could I have done anything to prevent this from happening? Was it my fault? Did I drive him to commit such acts? I was told by my Dad that I could have done nothing. And yet I know that I could have. I could have talked to him; after all he was in several of my classes. I could have been nice to him instead of waving him off or telling him to shut the hell up. I could have and I would have had I known. Isn’t it like that for everyone though? When you are confronted with such a tragic event you go through what you could have done and in the end you just get stuck in the past.
At 16 I changed. After watching someone kill a fellow classmate of mine and trying desperately to resuscitate her myself I figured out a couple of things, one of which being that I had to be nice. In my early years I was snotty brat and don’t tell me I wasn’t because I know I was. I was the kid who received extra attention because her father was a widower and because I had no other brothers and sisters. I was and still am an only child; my father passed away when I was 20 and never remarried.
After the shooting I had nightmares for months about what had happened but mostly my incapability to fix things. I kept remembering how I locked eyes with him and felt that he was aiming his gun towards me. In the end I ducked under the table and the bullet struck my friend. I will never forget her screams of pain and I will never forget how I clawed my way along the floor to the other girl he had shot. I will never forget the noise the last bullet shot made or how bloody my hands were when I finished attempting CPR. It was engrained in my mind.
My senior year was awkward. Every time I saw his identical twin in the hallway I found myself nervous. I was nice to him and I spoke to him. But shortly after the start of grade 12 suddenly I found that to keep my mind off of things I needed to obsess about my performances. It was a crappy method of pushing something out of my head but it worked and I stayed focused enough to retain a low A average until I graduated.
I received so many scholarships that I can’t even remember all of their names. Because of my somewhat success I was shipped out Juilliard University in Manhattan for dramatic arts. Upon arriving I found a passion. Not only did I want to act but I adored running a performance and managing it. I went to Juilliard for 3 years and I graduated with tons of experience when it came to theatre production and management. Quickly I went out for an interview and suddenly I had my dream job dropped into my lap. I was accepted and employed as the theatre director of a major Broadway theatre and production company. I think that the day I received the good news; almost three weeks after my actual interview, I jumped so high I smashed my head on the ceiling of my flat.
I have never been in this business for money or the perks that come along with it. Ever since I was 4 I have been reciting lines from my favourite story books; usually the one with the princess and her happily ever after ending. My father told me before he died that I was born to be in this industry and that I had lived and breathed it since the moment I was born. He told me that my Mother would be astonished at how far I had come and how I had the skill to learn from my many mistakes. I will never forget what he said to me because it meant so much. His approval of what I was and still am doing is everything.
When I met with [ The Writer ] I found out about his book and the moment that I laid eyes on the cover I knew that somehow I needed to produce it. The story had all of us in it. All ten of us and our lives during High School, even those who had been killed. I remembered having forwarded him some information about what I had done and some of the events that happened but I had never thought that he was serious about publishing something about his brother’s suicide. Upon hearing about the books release date I phoned him up and demanded that we go to coffee. It was during that small rendezvous that I decided to take the biggest step of my career; I wanted to buy the rights to his book and make a production about it.
○ » [Passport] --||: The Theatre Director
○ » [Rhythms] --||: Tears & Rain • James Blunt
○ » [Puppet Master] --||: Korrye
○ » Dialects and Words] --||: #333366 (Dialect), #990033 (Thoughts), #333366 (Text)
Korrye -------------------------------------------------
{{ Title Me ;; Kalli Rheat
{{ Fingers&Toes ;; 50-26 = twenty-four
{{ Gender ;; A SHE is the way to describe her.
{{ Liking ;; HETeroSEXual
{{ Originate ;; dRee Forest ► Dezv
{{ Sweet Home ;; Calymin ► dRee Forest ► Dezv
{{ Celebrate! ;; St. Valentines
{{ Race ;; Viera
{{ Build Me UP ;;
→ Simplicity
→ Forests
→ Carving
→ Listening
→ Sleeping
→ Waterfalls
→ Autumn & Falling Leaves
{{ Tear Me down ;;
← Technology
← Crowds
← Chain saws
← Noise
← Disrespect
← Chickens
← Polk-a-dots
{{ Class ;; Archer
{{ Magic ;;
Magic is not of the essence within this young Viera, her skills are more specifically associated with navigation and long distance archery. However she has acquired some knowledge of basic spells and has worked by her own means to make them all the more efficient.
→ Esuna II: helps those wounded and rids a person of their negative ailments (ex. Pain).
→ Cure II: an upgrade from Cure that deals with helping a person’s wound in general.
Kalli isn’t exactly the strongest at using the cure spells as they tend to use a large quantity of her own energy. So she took it upon herself to learn Esuna so that she could at least let a person be at peace if she could not help them heal completely. This of course shows off the one gentle part of normally hard personality.
{{ Techniques ;;
Where to start is a good question because Kalli’s techniques and skills differ from those in battle and those off scene. Her talents are varied but for the most part they are associated to each other. How quaint?
Long Range Archery: like any Viera she was trained with a bow and arrow at a young age and since her comprehension of math and probability was high she found that she quickly grasped how to calculate long range shots in her head. And like any archer, her longest distance was never recorded. She knows it but it’s not like she’ll tell just anyone. They wouldn’t believe her.
Archer Techniques include:
→ Calculation (quick thinking to calculate distance, probability and those fancy ears on her head help her figure out how strong the wind is blowing.)
→ Defend and Count-er (step to the [insert direction here], count and fire!)
→ Three Strong (a shot using a long distance bow and three arrows.)
→ Kick-a-Flip (Feet aren’t just for walking.)
{{ Equipment ;;
Well, to start with the absolutely obvious, Kalli always carries around with her the large, seemingly oversized, long distance archery bow that has been with her since she made it. Its size, when she’s holding it by her side, stands up to her shoulder and arches heavily outwards. The bow itself is not made of just wood; instead it’s a heavy duty weapon with small metal plates adorning it, like its own armour. Along with the bow comes the obvious quiver which is most always strapped over Kalli’s shoulder. The quiver itself is divided into a series of sections with different arrows. These arrows obviously have different purposes. The tallest of them are used for long range archery, the shortest as for close combat. In all she carries, most times, four different kinds of arrows with her; long distance, short distance, fire (coated with a rather flammable substance) and basic (used for other needs). Each arrow had a heavy metal head making her quiver another heavy item to carry.
Besides her weapons her armour is that of a traditional Viera. First she has a silver head plate that slides onto her head with holes for her ears. It reaches just at her hairline. Next she had has a metal like corset that works as a bodice for clothing when in battle. To accompany the corset she has long wrist guards of metal that reach her elbows and buckle on with leather straps. These gauntlets are Kalli’s shield without the bulk, a functional two way purpose besides being a wrist guard when she’s shooting off arrows like a madman.
One of the unique things about Kalli is the armour that protects her from waist down. Instead of being like most Viera, wearing a complete bodice that is both alluring and revealing, she wears her own customized armour. At her waist she starts by wearing thick leather shorts which are accompanied by a thick black leather belt that often holds a variety of materials (maps, bottles etc.) These aren't any ordinary shorts. On top she has adjustable chain mail pieces that can be clipped on and off when going in and out of battle. This way she has some protection but most other times she doesn't think too much about her legs. After this she follows typical traditions. Armour that matches her gauntlets covers her upper thighs to her knees. Then the next part of her amour, a thick black shin guard, covers from her ankle to wear the thigh armour ends. All the while this armour is of an intricate design that permits easy mobility. Lastly she wears toe protection for her feet, we wouldn’t want her feet to be any less lethal now would we?
{{ Clothing ;;
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Fashion is not exactly Kalli’s favourite thing to muddle over. As a Viera she is not afraid to get down into the mud, her clothes are her clothes and they can be washed clean every time. Her outfits vary depending on her mood or what intentions she has to accomplish in a day. That and if she’s going to a formal affair or just her ordinary day to day wear. But to keep it simple there are two outfits she wears regularly, one for occasion and one for well, everything else.
From top to bottom she’s most times well kept. It’s a trait passed down from her mother and so to keep herself clean or at least want to Kalli keeps herself clean cut. Her hair is long and a white blonde in tint, a Viera trademark. And like most of her siblings her hair is chunky, thick, heavy, layered and pin straight. She would describe it to you in the exact same order. Kalli doesn’t really mind her hair; she just goes about throwing it out of her face when it gets in the way. Most times she’ll have a piece of ribbon or string in case she needs to tie it back otherwise on a day to day basis she wears almost nothing in it.
As for clothing she’s usually pretty stylish, not that she’ll care to take that comment from anyone. Her shirts start with a durable leather corset style shirt which is then accessorized with flowing fabrics (usually white). If the weather is colder she does have a heavier but short white jacket, bought from Saulmin (so the fabric is manmade), with an oversized hood.
Her neck can always be spotted with a tribal hemp necklace tied around it, the last thing she ever received from her mother before she was abandoned. Other than the necklace the only other thing adorns her neck area are her white tribal markings which lace around her collar bone and onto her shoulder blades.
As for bottoms, this is where Kalli get’s intricate. First off, underneath everything else she wears a tight white legging that reaches to her knees. This is for warmth and comfort when she’s exerting herself. On top of that she wears looser Capri style pants that are made of a durable fabric (o yay durable! This is to avoid shopping, for those of you who care to know). Then gracing her hips is a pair of loose white shorts. Pants on pants action! For decoration she has a variety of handmade belts which often hold a variety of objects. Her quiver is most always strapped across her shoulder so her belt holds extra items; maps, bottles etc. For the final round of accessories she wears a series of white and brown bangles around her ankles. Because she is a Viera she wears no shoes. Bare feet make a world go round!
{{ Tell a Tale ;;
Life for Kalli was never a complicated affair. For her mother she did cause trouble like any young thing within the world. For her father she caused some disrespect to come to the family but it was nothing short of new.
The day that Kalli was old enough to stand on her own two feet was the day that she started to live each day as if it were her last. For her family she made every day an adventure. Sure their games may have been the same. Hopscotch or Hide and Go Seek are games that don’t often change. But Kalli made the effort to make things different. She uses branches for squares one day, played with different people and tried her best to do different things every day. She had a down pact method of how to keep each day different. Variety was an easy thing for her to accomplish, even at such a young and ripe age.
As a small and young Viera she watched the small population of her clan complain about the lack of change. It was obvious to see that they were fed up of the 'same old same old' lifestyle. They went about the same routines every day and it saddened Kalli that the fifty or so Viera around her were bored. Some days she could admit that there was nothing new to do but for Kalli she didn’t allow boredom to control her life. She was bubbly and social at a young age but obviously that changed.
It was during her middle aged awkwardness when Kalli’s personality came into shape. As most young things do she followed local trends. At thirteen she finally found a little bit of an opinion within herself. At twelve years old the whisper of Thralla had graced her ears and despite her age she believed what had been spoken to her. All this occured despite every other member in her family’s opinion. To them Oedeffes showed promise to their culture.
At fourteen things didn’t change in that domain. Her family had made occasional visits to the large sky port of Saulmin. Kalli found that she never enjoyed herself in the bustle of the crowds and loud noises. Although they had the opportunity to buy a variety of new objects that they couldn’t make themselves; to Kalli the trips they made simply weren’t worth it.
By the time she was halfway through her teenage hood the 'choppers', as she called them, began to move into the dRee forest. The choppers were industrialists coming from the sky port who looked to clear cut areas of trees. To Kalli, who had always lived and been one with nature, it was an atrocity. The Viera people within the region were in uproar as soon as the men arrived but it didn’t stop them. They had papers, they claimed, with orders to clear cut trees for production in Saulmin. Chain saws resonated for days until to Kalli’s dismay, the choppers moved into the village where she lived and started to cut down the trees in which people were living.
In the midst of trying to run away the inevitable happened; a tree fell onto to Kalli and did not permit her any mobility. At fifteen she knew barely anything about magic at all; her soul knowledge was only about spells, not how to perform them. In fear her clan had fled and so Kalli was left behind. Her family had abandoned her. So in the end she was left to cope with the agonizing pain of having a leg crushed under a tree. Kalli spent two days clawing at the wood. When the choppers finally claimed the trees she was freed. Having dealt with a sinister pain she fled on her own further into the dRee forest than she had ever been. She forgot about her family and left them to go about their lives. She fixed herself up the best that she could and started over. It was unknown how she survived and for almost a year Kalli often questioned why someone or something would allow her to live through such agony. However it seemed that fate had deemed her unworthy of death just yet and so she moved on with her life and continued rebuilding.
Life for Kalli was simple. She hunted for her meals and did everything by hand. It was a lifestyle she adored and with lifes essentials surrounding her she only made trips to the Sky Port to collect books and other items for her learnings in magic. Years went by and she lived each day as it came. Her knowledge about magic came about slowly, as did her skills in archery (although the basics had been given to her throughout her childhood).
Upon making the rare voyage to Saulmin to find more books or scrolls about the Esuna spells,
she was kidnapped. Although her hunting skills proved to help her often in avoiding others this time she was taken. Like the events that transpired after the arrival of the choppers, this one was deemed inevitable. And yet somewhere inside of Kalli, she let this happen. Perhaps something inside of her allowed her to let go.
{{ Hold a Mirror ;;
When you pick up a gentle warm and fuzzy bunny in your arms it nuzzles into the nook of your arm and cuddles. That or it bites you, which is what Kalli would do if she was a bunny. And even as a Viera that is her state of mind; sassy, spiteful, witty, impatient and yet somewhat kind (underneath the hard exterior).
As a Viera Kalli is connected to nature. To be within the confinement of a forest surrounded by trees is, in all words, where she feels at home. And her simple lifestyle within nature reflects every aspect of her personality. To begin, she’s old fashioned. Call it the Granny lifestyle. Kalli prefers doing everything herself and in short this means, hunting for her meals, growing her own vegetables, using goats to trim the grass etc. To everyone who has ever known her the first thing you learn is how anti-technologic a Viera can be. Kalli hates having a machine do things for her. To her, in the simplest of terms, if you can do yourself it will be more efficiently done.
Along with her ‘Granny’ lifestyle Kalli is extremely independent. Nothing about her speaks team player because throughout her entire life trust has been an issue, as has respect. So, if you don’t have the simplest capability of gracing and speaking to her like any being should then she won’t hesitate slapping you in the face. This even includes if you are of higher authority than her. She just doesn’t hesitate. Which isn’t really a bad thing if you think about it. When Kalli sets her mind to anything she won’t hesitate to accomplish it, no matter how long it takes.
The first time that anyone meets Kalli it’s easy to see that she does have trust issues. She’s quiet, skittish, and not hesitant to curse out loud. But crack the first layer of many and you’ll find that she is an intelligent being. However she will keep herself sheltered. Kalli doesn’t go about having outbursts in front of everyone and doing the pity call. She keeps her emotions in a bottle and expresses them through her actions. But if you do manage to piss her off enough, then, a war of words breaks out. She’ll tell just about anyone off, here again we learn that she doesn’t hesitate.
Beneath all the layers of trust issues, spite and sassy flare lays a gentle side to Kalli that most never get to uncover. Her pity level for those who use emotions to get people’s attention is zero. She'll mutter something under her breath most times and waltz off to do something productive. However her pity level for those wounded, dying, suffering, or in pain goes up because she herself was a near death situation during her childhood. Kalli resents seeing people wracked with actual physical pain. Her knowledge of magic revolves around helping those deal with pain. Yes she is spiteful. Yes she is short tempered. But Kalli has a heart. It just takes awhile for people to find it.
As for quirks and perks Kalli has a long list of small things that make her a funny character. When she laughs the tiniest snort comes out when she goes to take a deep breath. Her temper flares on a regular basis. Her ‘no hesitation’ lifestyle often brings her into more chaos. Lastly, Kalli’s ‘Granny’ lifestyle isn’t exactly common amongst a population so excited for technological advancement. Her alignment to Thralla is something that she believes in simply because for the first twelve years of her life she made every day different herself and she didn’t need technology to make things exciting.
{{ Political Standpoint ;;
At the moment that the whisper came and graced Kalli’s large graceful ears she knew where she stood. Despite her parents instant go along with the charade of Oedeffes and his technologic advancements Kalli stepped away from it and did everything she could to avoid him. His speeches, she found, could be truth or could be lies. His advancing technology the way he did was satisfying, since for the first half of her life nothing changed. But Kalli was never one who liked change and its enormities. She found, that even though new things didn’t come around, not every day was the same. And it is for that reason that she stays to Thralla’s side. A true being can find change in a day without technologic aid. Not every day has to be the same and if it is the same that is the fault of the ones who live in it.
{{ Theme Song ;; Your Guardian Angel ► Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
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 Posted by: Korrye Mon Oct 08, 2007 @ 04:19pm
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