Profile

Name: Dillon
Age:2122 23
Birthdate: September 13, 604 AR
Zodiac: Virgo
Class: Paladin
Weapons: Maces, lances, quarterstaves; maces preferred
Country: Dentoria
Family: Father (Morgan), Mother (Vivien), Brothers (Byron//deceased, Kiefer, Glenn), Sisters (Constance, Chloe, Martha//1516 17)
Languages: Trade (fluent), Dentorian (fluent), High Dentorian (fluent), Old Dentorian (fluent), Old High Dentorian (average), Megam (fluent)
Blood Type: A
Mount: Robert (horse, male, blue roan)

Dillon's earliest memory is that of watching Byron train in the yard, when Dillon was only two or three. He doesn't remember what weapon Byron was using, but he imagines it must have been a lance or a mace, since those are two of the only weapons Dillon can remember being interested in. He has faded memories of voices praising his older brother, calling him clever, skilled, bold, and praising his sharp, bright smile.

Being as young as he was, Dillon registered the praises as something to be sought after. Everybody loved Byron -- Father, Mother, all of his older siblings, even his younger siblings, once they were born. Byron always seemed to do everything right, and everyone noticed it. Dillon was surrounded by the praises, and he wanted, more than anything, to do everything just as perfectly as Byron did.

The struggle was unsuccessful for years. Where Byron was bold, Dillon was kind. Where Byron was clever and skilled, Dillon was neither, but was a hard worker. Where Byron's smile was bright, Dillon's was soft. The praises Dillon received were kind, but unsatisfactory. They were nothing like Byron's. He was not like his older brother. He was nowhere near.

He fought to rebel against the praises he did receive. When he was called gentle, he forced himself to be hard. When he was called soft, he worked to be sharp. Like Byron was and always had been. If Byron could do it, he could do it too.

After years of work, the struggle seemed to finally pay off. Byron was handsome, clever, skilled, charismatic. Dillon was still too young to be handsome, but he was growing into it, and into the others as well. They differed in weapons, though Dillon still tried to improve at the lance, and use it as Byron had. But in every other aspect, Dillon was nearly the same as Byron, and if anyone noticed, they did not comment on the change Dillon had gone through in his younger years. Byron was stil as perfect as ever -- possibly more so -- to Dillon as a teenager, and he'd finally taken a step closer to that brilliant light. It was true that someday Byron would be lord, and Dillon would not, but Dillon was close enough to be satisfied.

And then, when Dillon was 15, Byron was killed. The story passed through the people was one of bandits, but Dillon latched onto the same story his siblings believed -- Nallen had done it. Nothing else made sense.

He was numb and then angry, fueled by the loss of the foundation he'd built his entire life upon. He had no basis left, and floundered for months, neck-deep in grief and rage. He cast out a line for a new idol, someone who could help him get closer to Byron even though Byron was no longer alive. For nearly a year, he struggled to take after the family's new heir, his brother Kiefer, but there was no power in Kiefer. Kiefer, in fact, seemed like everything Byron had not been. He had no interest in the feud with Nallen. He wasn't good enough, and Dillon, frustrated, struggled again to find someone else to latch onto.

He found it in his next-eldest brother, Glenn. Glenn was as incensed, if not more, by Bryon's death as Dillon himself was. There were many pieces of Glenn that were unlike Byron, but there were many that were similar, and that was good enough. Just as he had done with Byron before, Dillon began to absorb pieces of Glenn's personality into his own, molding and shaping him through the remainder of his adolescence.

The process continues even now, with both of them in adulthood, and Byron long-since deceased.

Dillon defines himself personality-wise by how his brothers act. He gained Byron's arrogance and skill and, he hopes, charisma -- and everything his current self is truly built upon. He gained Glenn's fire and hard edges and passion for the feud with Nallen. Even his brief spat of imitating Kiefer left its mark on him; he finds a tendency to close off in times of trouble or depression.

Dillon has very little of himself left to define. When his sources of stability are taken from him, as Byron was, he tends to flounder uselessly before settling on the traits he remembers most distinctly. While he tends to take a little from everyone he meets, the people he knows best and is closest with are those whose personalities stick to him, like darts to an empty board. His reactions to much of anything are more mulled over than instinctive; he fishes for what his role models would do, and performs as he believes they would.

Under the imitated personality is a smaller layer of softness, which sometimes shows when he can't decide what facets of his absorbed self to show. The softer Dillon has an appreciation for art, languages, theatre, more than all the weapons and feuds he's come to rely upon. But this side of him shows so rarely that even when it does, it seems almost like another new facade.

Deep down, Dillon is terrified of having to do what he knows he must -- marry and leave Rowan for good. He knows that he must guarantee a family line, even though he is far from ever being lord of Rowan. But he doesn't want to leave the place -- and the people -- that have had such a tremendous effect on his entire life.

He's never been able to place why he's been a blank slate for most of his life. He knows it's not for praise -- not anymore, anyway -- but can't imagine what other reason there would be for it. He's decided maybe he's just too used to the imitation to try and change things now.

[Dillon is played by dots for himitsu_sensou]