Ok, to get things started, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself. (Brief character bio)
I’m in my
twenties, a pack rat by nature. I’m a Gemini and my favorite food is pancakes
with lots and lots of syrup. I work in a used book store, though it barely pays
the bills. I’m not much of a reader, I’m more of a social person.
What makes you
tick? What made you who you are today?
Well that’s a loaded question… I suppose growing
up in the system. I was never really a foster kid, just bounced around from
home to home. It made me appreciate what I have.
What would you say
is your greatest strength?
I’ve been told
I have a healing touch, and an absorbent shoulder.
Tell me about the
person you’re the closest to.
I’d have to say
Aunt May. She’s not really my aunt, she’s my hero. Everything I know about
being a good man I learned from her.
How do you feel about
your life as it is today?
It’s messed up,
kind of empty, but it’s ok for now.
What is the most
rewarding thing in your life right now?
I’d have to say
being able to help people.
What is your favorite
memory?
*rakish grin* Meeting
Amelia.
What’s Your Worst?
Being sent away
by my foster family.
What do you like
to do for fun?
People watch. I
like to make up little stories about them, then talk to them and see if I’m
right.
What is the most
beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
A triple
rainbow and Amelia Hoffman’s eyes.
What is your
favorite feature in the opposite sex?
Her smile. I
can forgive anything if she flashes a great smile.
What kind of music
do you like to listen to?
What is your
favorite word?
Indubitably
What is your least
favorite word?
HAte
What turns you on?
Generosity
What turns you
off?
Closed
mindedness
What sound or
noise do you love?
A child’s
laughter
What sound or
noise do you hate?
A woman crying
What is your
favorite curse word?
Son of a
biscuit
What profession (other
than your own) would you like to attempt?
I haven’t given
it much thought. I guess I’d like to be a social worker someday.
What profession
would you not like to do?
Wait tables.
*shudders* I have no desire to be cleaning up other people’s messes.
If Heaven exists,
what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
You’re not
supposed to be here. Go back.
To learn more about Dylan, you check out my book, Second Nature, and look for Better Nature this May.
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