we've got unfinished business } DYLAN ROWLE

[dylan marie rowle]

dylan marie rowle.

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`the amount of pills I'm taking

fifteen candles wasted on a pink my little pony cake that read happy birthday JESSI. how sweet. the chick has been playing this video game for 3 years but just recently found a cheat code to beating the game from making this site!

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full name here: Dylan Marie Rowle
nickname: Dyl
age: Twenty
grade: Sophomore
major: Music
birth date: January 13


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hair: Dylan has long, dark brown hair. It falls in long curls around her face and she has bangs, which she straightens or pins back. She doesn’t believe in dying her hair mainly because that kills it and she loves her hair color, even if it is slightly normal. She’d just rather keep it all natural. She also likes to keep her hair in its loose curls, though sometimes she will straighten it, only for really special events. She has been growing it out for awhile and likes it at the current length and doubts she will ever cut too much off it.
eyes: Dylan has ice blue eyes. Her eyes normally are lined in black liner and mascara. She doesn’t much wear eye shadow since it is a pain to put on and she is usually too lazy to bother with it unless there is a certain occasion or reason for her to bother with eyeliner. Her ice blue eyes are key to her emotions. She is usually pretty good at hiding her emotions on her face, but her eyes always seem to betray her and let anyone know how she truly feels. She can’t keep it a secret for too long.
body type: Dylan is a normal weight. She weighs about 135 pounds and has a slightly slim build. She definitely isn’t the skinniest girl on the block, but she is fine with her weight. She doesn’t want to be a stick because it is rather repulsive to her. She stands at about 5’7 which is a slightly tall for a female, but she is fine. She doesn’t like wearing heels, so being slightly taller than average doesn’t affect her much. She has pretty pale skin, especially in contrast to her dark hair. Overall, she doesn’t much mind her body. She thinks she looks fine and doesn’t really care what others say about her.
distinguishing marks: Dylan doesn’t have many distinguishing features. Her one main thing is a tattoo that she got in her eighteenth birthday. It is a music note on the inside of her left ankle. She got it because music has impacted her life in many positive ways. The only other thing is she can get acne pretty badly at times. She works hard to cover it up, but sometimes it shows through, especially during stressful times in her life. It isn’t the worst case in the world, but it could be better.


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orientation: Straight
likes: +Guitar
+Singing
+Playing music
+Listening to music
+Tons of bands
+Band tees
+Acting
+Parties
+Smoking
+Having a fun time
+Cold, rainy days
+Cloudy days
+Jeans
+Guys
dislikes:
-People telling her what to do
-Her dad
-Rap music
-R&B music
-People who think they are all that
-Conformists
-Snobs
-Homophobes
-People using 'gay' as an insult
-Rumors
fears:
-Commitment
-Family members dying
-Sex
habits:
-Nail bitting & hair twirling when nervous
-Playing music when stressed
strengths:
-Piano
-Guitar
-Singing
weaknesses:
-Guys kissing her neck
-Her history held against her
-People hurting her friends
-Easily trusting
secrets:
-Still a virgin
-Afraid of commitment and sex
overall personality: Dylan is a very fun kind of person. Wherever Dyl goes, she always tries to have fun. Her friend could have had the worst day in the world, and Dyl will try and fix it by being her goofy self. She loves to just goof around and have loads of fun. She tries to stay on top of the world, and only a few things can bring her down. She doesn’t like telling people about what exactly can take her down, but there are a few things. Like having to talk about why there are scars on her wrists or talking about her past in general. She doesn’t mind saying she used to cut, but having to go into details does bring her down.

Dylan loves music. She loves listening to it as much as she loves playing it. She loves to play guitar and sing, and she writes her own songs and lyrics. She hopes to start a band soon and have fun with it. She also likes acting, so if her whole band dream doesn’t work out, then she would be content with acting for her life.

It takes a lot to get Dylan mad, but once she is, there is no turning back. Any rude comments to her friends, or racism or other things of the sort are the easiest ways to get her to explode. Once she gets into a debate, she wont give up. Sometimes it might turn into a fight, and even then she wont give up. She just keeps going, believing she is right, and in her world, everyone else is wrong.

When it comes to love, Dylan hasn’t had much experience with true love. Yes, she has had quite a few hook-ups and boyfriends and that sort of stuff, but she has probably only had one boyfriend whom she truly loved. She does enjoy the hookups now and at the moment, she isn’t looking for true love, though if it does come, she wouldn’t turn it away. She believes everything comes knocking on your door for a reason, and everything happens for a reason. But, for now, she likes being a flirt. Commitment is just too hard for her.

Dylan is a party animal. She loves going to parties and dancing the night away. She loves drinking at them, and most of all, she loves smoking. It is her way to calm herself and de-stress at the end of the day. She sometimes has more than just cigarette with her, but she has tried to stop smuggling drugs.

Dylan is a goof off. She will pull harmless pranks on people, and just make people laugh. She has been a class clown for quite some time and she like sit. Although, she does know when to be serious about matters, and she most certainly is. When it isn't necessary though, she is just a goof. She loves to laugh and make her friends laugh. She also demands attention by her jokes. She may not be as funny as some of the jokesters and whatever, but she loves to make others laugh.

Dylan is not a weak person. After going through what she did, she believes she is strong. She will stand up for herself, and anyone else that needs it. She is known to pick fights whether it is with her fists or her words. She never backs down. Ever. She could be bleeding to death, and she will still fight. Put her in a debate, and she could be completely wrong, but she always will try and prove herself right. Either the other person has to agree with her and back down, or someone else has to stop, because she never will.

happiest memory: One day, before Mitch's death, the three were on a trip to a beach house in Maine. They played all day in the fields and slept out there too. She always remembers Mitch in that setting.
worst memory: The day Mitch died. She saw her father cry for the first time and it was the day her family fell apart.
lifetime goals: Becoming a rockstar.

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parents: Raymond Rowle—Father
Maya Rowle—Mother
siblings: Michael Rowle—Brother
Mitch Rowle—Brother (Deceased)
pets: A male black kitten named Jimmy

overall history: Dylan was born in Los Angeles, California on January 13. Yes, it was a Friday; maybe that’s why her life had been so un-lucky. It started out pretty good. She was born to a nice family, a rich one none the less. Her father owned a very successful restaurant, and her mother owned her own boutique, both bringing in quite a bit of money. Her two brothers were both great. She loved her family, and everything seemed so right. She lived happily for the first nine years of her life, the only thing bad was the occasional scrape on her knee, or a booboo on her arm. After nine years, everything changed.

When she was nine years old, one of her brothers, Mitch, was twelve and her other brother, Michael, was eight. While she was at school, she was called out of class. At the office she saw her father as well as Michael, both looking worried. Dylan had no idea what had just happened, but all three rushed to the hospital. Once there, she realized Mitch was in a come. He had fallen off the slide at school and hit his head pretty hard. He lay motionless in the bed. He stayed in a coma for a month or two, the doctors hoping to save him. Finally the doctors lost hope and they had to pull the plug. Her older brother was now dead for sure.

It was all a lot for a nine year old to comprehend, and really she didn’t grasp the whole meaning of dead. That came when she was ten and she sang songs about death. Her parents as well as Michael were scared for her, but none of them did anything to her, and she never did anything really bad. She still kept her grades up in school, she did her chores, the only real difference was she was a lot quieter.

Just as Dyaln’s life started looking up again, her parents had a brutal divorce. Her mother was given custody of her and Michael and her father moved to France. This was too much for the now thirteen-year-old girl. Dylan started by cutting her wrists, which she now has scars from. She liked using pain to remove her anger. One night though, she couldn’t handle it. She tried over-dosing and luckily, Michael found her on the floor and rushed her to the hospital. Her mother and Michael sat, hoping Dylan would live. She had her stomach pumped and lived to see another day. At that point, she made herself a promise to never cut or commit suicide again. Even though she promised herself she would never actually commit suicide, she sometimes has thoughts of it. Most of her poetry or songs are about suicide and death. She sometimes feels the world would be so much of a better place for her family without her, but deep down she knows it would pain her family more.

Dylan started to enjoy her life a little bit more and was soon back to a somewhat normal Dylan. Her friends all supported her and helped her, some people still made fun of her, but she just ignored them. Although Dylan promised to not cut or any of that, she still finds ways to hurt herself, and really that is just by putting herself down. She will emotionally hurt herself, but she tries to stop. When she really needs to make herself feel better, she will go out and get a drink to try and forget things, but that's about it. She still goes to counseling for depression, even though is trying to convince everyone she is no longer depressed.

Dylan wants to continue to live her life. She wants to start a band and tour the world, playing guitar and singing and doing nothing else for the rest of her life. Of course, if that doesn’t work, her back-up is to become an actress. But, for now she takes her mind off the world by drinking or smoking, something her family definitely doesn’t like.


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sample: Pippa was well, slightly bored. Camp got that way for her sometimes. It would most likely pass, plus there was the bonus of it being quite early. She had awakened at about 6:30 this morning and had pretty much nothing to do at that time. She had quickly eaten her breakfast and then made her way to the gorgeous lake. Yes a normal Pippa kind of thing to do, get herself bored, but she hoped someone would come by the lake soon. I mean, it was a pretty popular spot. Pippa sighed softly to herself as she spotted a large rock on the far end of the lake. Yes, even if she might need to talk almost all the time, she also loved peace and quiet. She took off her black flip-flops and held them in her hand, allowing her feet to feel the soft, sun-warmed grass. She had a small smile on her face as this happened. She looked at the lake for a minute, the water didn’t seem as dirty as it felt when someone was actually in the lake, and it was quite glassy today, almost no waves, probably due to the fact no one was really in it at the moment.

Pippa finally reached the rock she had spotted a while ago. She set down her flip-flops at the base and her purple bag on top. Pippa was wearing a pair of light denim shorts with a light purple tank top covered in black hearts over her bikini. She took off her tank top to show her white bikini top with rainbow polka-dots randomly placed all over. OK, so they weren’t that random, but everything seemed slightly random to Pipp. She decided to keep her shorts on for the moment as she didn’t plan on going swimming. She pulled the ponytail holder out form her hair to let her blonde hair fall to her shoulders. Her hair had hints of curls to it at the bottom, natural, of course. The only time Pippa did something with her hair was when she wanted it to look sort of fancy and she straightened it completely.

She walked closer to the lake and looked up to the yellow sun in the bright blue sky and twirled a few times just in spite of being at her escape. The place where her history hadn’t followed her yet. The place she had run away to every summer for the past four summers, this being her fifth. This place was almost like her home, after her first one had been torn apart and then shredded. She knew most of the people here, and they either hated or, or loved her, and she knew some of the counselors. And in all honesty, nothing excited her more than how she would be a counselor next year. How she wouldn’t get in trouble for breaking stupid rules and how she could have fun with campers. She was just very happy at the moment, and it was a very normal kind of thing for her.

She reached the lake’s edge and let her feet dip into the water as she sat down on the side. The cold water felt nice on her warm, pale legs. She let out a small giggle as the cold tingled her toes. Out of all places here at camp, the lake was probably her favorite, as well as the place she felt safest. She felt almost as if when she was here, she could rule the world if she felt like it. It just felt like freedom here, and even though she knew staff came by all the time to make sure the campers were acting appropriately, she felt as if she could do anything here, and she knew no one could do anything to stop her. This was her sanctuary.


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