Name: Dorian Emiliano Felice
Gender: Male
Age: 23
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Description: Dorian's been referred to on more than one occasion as a shoe-in for Slenderman, being taller than most of his friends and people he knows. He's quite thin, and despite himself, tends to slouch, which makes him seem all the more towering when he stands up straight. His skin is a shade of pale combined with his faded native american heritage that keeps him from turning ghostly.
He dresses casually in button down long sleeved shirts, black jeans, and a pair of hiking boots. He also rarely goes anywhere without his sunglasses as bright light has a tendency to give him headaches. Dorian's body is toned, and hides more power in it than it shows.
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Height: 6'4
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Weight: 203 lbs
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Hair Colour: Black
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Eye Colour: Dark Grey
Biography: Dorian was raised in a lower-middle class family, with just himself and his younger sister. Life wasn't easy, his parents had divorced when he was four, and his stepmother was abusive to him as he got older. His mother never managed to settle down until he was around fourteen, and didn't become a real part of his life until he was nearly sixteen. From the ages of sixteen to eighteen, he lived with his mother and stepfather, working on their exotic animal farm.
School-wise he was considered a mixed case. He had a deep fascination with psychology, theology, history, anatomy, and a few other things, and when left to his own devices, learned quite a bit, but getting him to pay attention in class was always a challenge. What was worse was his disorganisation left him incapable of getting his homework turned in on time as he'd always forget it at home. His biggest short-coming was math, which he was never much use in.
This foundation left him in somewhat of a disorganised state when he finally struck out on his own. He tried a little of everything, never finding anything that he liked, until he walked into a bar for a drink and walked out with a job. He learned all the various cocktails that he could, and invented a couple of his own as well. His favourite drink for himself was an easy thing to make called a green spider.
He has a strong taste for mint flavours, but hates chocolate. His friends, those that he still talks to, usually see him as the safest person to be around. He talks cheerfully, and aside from occasional bouts of depression, he is actually cheerful. One of his favourite activities is playing cards. He doesn't care what the game is, he just finds it interesting to play.
He collects three distinct things. Cards, be them playing, tarot, or just about any other kind, he has a lot. Grandfather Clocks and Pocket Watches also seem to be a heavy draw for him. The last thing he seems to have an excessive amount of are his books. He doesn't have a single genre he collects, rather, he reads just about everything. He believes that knowledge is the most valuable thing a person can ever have.
He's also been referred to as a Paradox, constantly doing counter-intuitive things, such as listening to depressing music to cheer himself up. One friend said that if they had to pick one word to describe him, he would be the question, "Why?" due to his questioning how everything works.
Sample: Dorian groaned, immediately pulling his sunglasses on. He'd slept in too late, and his head was killing him. That's what he got, he supposed, for staying up all night playing cards with the bar owner after his shift had finished. Still, it had been a good night.
Slowly, he forced himself out of his bed and into the shower. He didn't have to leave for work for about four hours, and that was more than enough time for him to accomplish everything that he needed to. Once his shower was finished, he grabbed the phone and dialed up his best friend, a girl slightly older than himself he'd met over a forum. She lived in a different state, quite a ways away, but she was just as bad as he was about waking up late and it was their custom to call and wake the other if they woke up late.
The phone rang a few times before catching her answering machine. Dorian rolled his eyes "Heeeeey! Soph! Wake uuuuuup! Wakey wakey! C'mo-"
"Alright, alright, I'm up!" The disgruntled voice of his friend clicked on the line. Her voice was gravelly, having just woken up. She let out a loud yawn causing him to laugh. "Oh shut up. What time is it anyway?"
Dorian looked over at the clock before answering "It's 12:45. Plenty early enough to wake up. I don't know how you managed to sleep as late as you did" He remarked.
"Shit... Hey, I'll catch you later, I've gotta go, I'm like, really late. Thanks for waking me up, love you, later!" She said hurriedly before clicking the end call button on her end.
"Typical." Dorian murmured to himself, still amused at how she had reacted. "Ahwell, guess I'd better find something to do for the next few hours." He said to himself, popping open his laptop. A little music was just the thing he needed.
