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Dylan Simmons

Oh, how I love a good game!

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a character in “Hunted Minds”, as played by gezzygezzy

Description

Name: Dylan Simmons

Age: 19

Description: Image
Dylan, standing at 5'6 and weighing only 110 pounds, is not the image that pops into mind when somebody says "Hunter". She looks rather sweet and charming, with her innocent looking face and sweet smile. She wears gages and makeup 24/7, the makeup however is more for everyone elses benefit than her own. She hasn't seen herself without makeup on since she was thirteen, and has used her looks many times to get what she needs. Despite her messy tendencies she likes to wear light colors, especially white. She also has a tattoo, or a tramp stamp, of a butterfly being constricted by thorns. It is in color and she tries her best to hide it from others.

Past Moments:
When she was ten years old, Dylan was taken into custody by the department. She had accidentally set her lamp in her room on fire and out of fear her mother turned her in. Since then she has been trained to harness her powers and learned how to fight. Because she started at such a young age the training was really all she knew. It was all she focused on.She would wake up every morning and work on her powers, eat lunch, fight until she couldn't stand, and be carried to bed so exhausted she couldn't even make it herself. This was her life for six years. There were no days off, no easy days, just the constant work to perfection. There had been others around her she could see not working as hard, but when she asked why they simply said they had a lower tolerance. In reality it was simply because she was a test, to see how long people could put up with it. She was never actually meant to perservere. But after those six years, she had proved to be an extraordinary specimen. So instead of working her to death, they sent her on a mission. In that mission she was to single handedly capture a psychic family. When she went the parents struggled to save the children and she was forced to kill them. She found it shocking that she enjoyed the brutality of it. From that point on she was sent on solo missions to capture psychics her way, the violent and manipulative method. She is now known by the psychics nationally for her methods. Only two psychics have escaped from her, One was a Connor and the other was Demetri.

Notable Equipment:
Assortment of knives
Dual Pistols
Wire in a floss holder that is stronger than a chain
Hairspray

Psychic Powers: (If Applicable)
Tracking
Pyrokenesis
Item Manipulation- She can change the form of an object to anything she wants. Due to years of extreme training, she is able to barely change an object for an hour, or completely change an object for five minutes. Any longer and she can faint, or if pushed to far, be put into a coma.

So begins...

Dylan Simmons's Story

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Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons Character Portrait: Rose Connors Character Portrait: Vance Walters Character Portrait: Ryan
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#, as written by Zarhara
Vance had been in the tree for a while now. He had tried to keep the sound going targeting the Rogues. A voice startled him and then he remembered her he immediately relieved the noise from Isabelle's ears as he had a few memories of the little girl around the DPA.

Soon the truck was out of his range and he couldn't continue to harass them,he noticed everything seemed to be over and the others were talking a bit away. Taking out his retractable cord he stabbed the grapple into the tree and lowered himself carefully but he fell the last five feet. He tried to break his fall as he was trained but he seemed to have twisted his ankle.

Limping he approached the other agents moments after Ryan walked away. "Sorry." He said to the others before sitting down near them. " I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier Isabelle, But I do remember you." He said with a smile, his memory after arriving at the DPA was spot on but everything before that in his mind was questionable.

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Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons Character Portrait: Rose Connors Character Portrait: Vance Walters Character Portrait: Ryan
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#, as written by Haas33
Isabelle shrugged from were she sat. She didn't think that many people would recognize her. After all, the last time she saw any of them was five months ago. By name she would only be a faint memory of the annoying little girl running around the facility paralyzing people just for the heck of it. The memory of it made her smile. She was rather crazy sometimes.

-Flashback-

Isabelle stood silent in the middle of the room, guards completely surrounding her in a circle. The Room was fairly large, all white, with one mirror that was obviously a two way mirror. They had thought she was too naïve to know what the mirror was intended for, but they were wrong. She knew on the other side were at least three or four scientists watching her every move, monitoring her heart rate, brain waves, etc. She wasn't really sure about all the sciency crap they did to her, she just knew that right now, they were watching her like a rat in a maze.

"Begin"

Isabelle looked around for the voice that came on over some sort of intercom. Seeing not source, she turned back to the guards that were now advancing toward her. Sucking in a deep breath, Isabelle sprinted forward to meet them. The first swept at her with a fist, but she caught his arm and he slumped to the ground. Another nearby stared in awe, but he was quickly send to the ground too. ANother guard collapsed next to them. Isabelle felt a kick to her back. Twirling around, she grabbed his foot and send him to the ground, paralyzed like the rest. Quickly growing bored with this test, Isabelle ran around the room in a circle, tapping the guards on the shoulder, which also sent them to the ground. In a matter of minutes, the whole room was covered in unmoving bodies.

"Very Good. Please exit the door in front of you" They said, and a door let out an echoing click before opening. Inside was a small room, with no windows and no other doors other than the one behind her. Sitting down, she knew this was her 'break'. On a single table was a tray of food, and she greedily dug in. In the other room she heard two people talking. Curious, she pressed her ear to the door.

"She's extraordinary. The effort and energy she uses to paralyze these people is very little. And look at them! They won't 'wake up' for another ten minutes!"

"I haven't even seen anyone else with a psychic power like hers. I'm not sure anyone else can paralyze people like that. This is such an opportunity. The government would greatly appreciate her service. She would be an excellent spy when she grows up."

"We should send her on a mission. Have you ever heard of the Connors family?"

"Wait, this young? She's only six! Of course I have heard of the Connors family. Do you really think she could capture them all?"

"Yes. She has some amazing potential. But would she do it? How can we be sure she would willingly paralyze fellow psychics."

"I have an idea."

Isabelle then only heard hushed whispers and could no longer tell what they were saying. Suddenly the door opened and Isabelle got up, ready to go back to her normal room. "We have another test." Isabelle frowned. Clearly they had other plans. The man led her through the room and he exited another door. It was the same white room with the same two-way mirror. The only person in the room was an older girl. Her sister.

"Isabelle?" She asked, confused.

"What are you doing here Alice? I thought they were running blood tests on you today?"

"They were... what am I supposed to be doing here?"

"Begin." The words echoed throughout the room. Isabelle again looked around for the noise. Not finding it, she frowned and turned back to her sister. Begin... begin what? Realizing what they intended to do, Isabelle folded her arms and looked at the mirror. "Not to my sister," she said in a huff. "Begin!" The words echoed, anger evident. Isabelle didn't want to paralyze her sister. they had promised never to use their powers on each other. Tears welled in Isabelle's eyes. "I can't" she said. "Not to her."

"what are they talking about Isabelle?"

"BEGIN!"

Isabelle let out a sob, then lunged forward, placing a hand on Alice's arm. "I'm sorry" she whispered, before paralyzing her. Alice fell to the ground and Isabelle tried her best to catch her (But failed). When the scientist said to go back to her normal room she insisted with staying with her sister until she woke up. They weren't very happy, but agreed. Ten minutes passed.

Then another ten minutes.

Then another.

And another.

Isabelle grew anxious as the minutes dragged on. She had never paralyzed someone for this long before. Very frightened, she peeked her head outside the door and caught one of the scientists. "I think something is wrong with Alice," she said.

Alice had gone into a coma-like state, according to the scientist. Isabelle stood frozen. She had done this. "Oh no." the scientist said, looking grave. "She... she just.... she just died." Isabelle looked to the him, and then her sister. He was right... she could no longer sense her comforting presence. Tears formed in Isabelle's eyes. Then she got up, crying and ran to the door and down the hall, leaving her sister behind. Leaving her memories behind. she never wanted to paralyze people again.


-end flashback-

Isabelle looked up to Vance in front of her. She didn't realize she was crying until a teardrop landed on her hand. Quickly wiping it away she gave a poor excuse "I have a really bad headache she said," but the sadness was apparent on her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

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Character Portrait: Amethyst Marie Conners Character Portrait: Avory Connors Character Portrait: Caroluna Devoveo Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons Character Portrait: Demetri Joane
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Demetri Joane

Demetri heard Avory's plan and had to admit there were a lot more solid ideas in that one. She didn't feel any jealousy whatsoever though. If anything, she was relieved his plan would be used instead of hers. That way when things went south she wouldn't be the one to point fingers at. In fact, it sounded as though they wouldn't need her at all other than to hijack the truck. Maybe she could get that done and hightail it out of here and away from these people that have already caused her so much trouble.

She looked around and saw Luna looking at her when she said everyone had to stick to the plan, and her gaze quickly feel downward. It couldn't be so obvious that she didn't plan on staying. She was sure that they wouldn't need her, even if she felt differently. Then again, she had never been with so many different kinds of psychics at the same time. One of them might be able to pick up on her fear. She really doubted this plan would work. She actually doubted she would be able to help the girl at all now. What was the point in doing any of this when she knew that their was no way they could come out of this on top. The psychics were not meant to win, they were meant to run. It was their way of life. Never had she done as much as she had today for another person. If she went back for this girl it would only show her attachment for this family, which she had learned to never make with anybody a long while ago.

But she owed a debt to Luna, if not for her she would have been sitting on that porch, waiting for them to pick her up without so much as a whimper coming from her. She needed to do this. It had to be done. Her gaze rose back to Caroluna and she gave her a single nod, hoping she would understand. If she did this her slate would be clean again, and she would never have to do another thing like this again. She would never feel guilty for what she didn't do.

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Character Portrait: Amethyst Marie Conners Character Portrait: Avory Connors Character Portrait: Caroluna Devoveo Character Portrait: Jake Atticus Connors Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons Character Portrait: Demetri Joane
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"Anyone not mentioned will serve as back up. If all else fails you need to be alert and take affirmative action." Luna spoke as she looked at the others.
"Spread out and go unnoticed." Luna advised as she took a deep breath.
"Jake, you'll drive us back there, about half way and then shut off the engine so they won't know we've arrived. You'll need to stay by the DPA vehicle. We don't know what shape we'll find the others in, so be prepared to use your healing powers."
"If anything goes wrong, distract. Both Demetri and Avory, use your telekinesis to throw them off and Jake use your Echoing as a follow up." Luna said, her heart was beating faster at the realization that they were running into this with everything they had and had everything to lose.

[Sorry this post was so short, I have a bit of writer's block going on]

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Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Dylan Simmons Character Portrait: Rose Connors Character Portrait: Vance Walters Character Portrait: Ryan
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#, as written by Haas33
Isabelle turned away from the group, trying to think, and trying to get rid of her headache. She felt so weak right now, and faint, she was very shaky. When was the last time she had food? Pulling her backpack from her back, she searched in her bag for a simple candy bar. she felt a small glass bottle in her bag and peered in, momentarily confused as to what it was.

Isabelle jerked her hand out of her bag. It was her insulin bottles. Her blood sugar must be so low right now. Isabelle didn't tell many people that she is a type 1 diabetic. It isn't a big concern unless she ran out of her insulin bottles or had super low or high blood sugar. Isabelle fished a bottle out of her bag. She had exactly 12 left, and dozens of needles too. So hopefully she wouldn't run out in a while.
Isabelle put her hand out in front of her and it shook uncontrollably, a sign that her blood sugar was low. walking a little away from the group, she pulled a syringe from her bag and poked it into the lid of the bottle, pulled the plunger, and then injected the needle into herself, pushing out on the plunger. Carefully placing the bottle in her bag and the used syringe in a side pouch of her backpack which already contained several used syringes. She wasn't supposed to reuse them, but if she ever ran out and got desperate, she might have to so she keeps them with her.

Isabelle then got a candy bar out of her bag and greedily ate it, already feeling a little less shaky. She turned back to the group, hoping nobody had noticed what she had been doing. Walking back to them, she began to grow irritable and impatient. "So what next? What do we do with Rose?" she asked, nodding to the girl.

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Character Portrait: Amethyst Marie Conners Character Portrait: Elysia Character Portrait: Isabelle Trist Character Portrait: Avory Connors Character Portrait: Caroluna Devoveo Character Portrait: Jake Atticus Connors
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(sorry guys for taking so long, I have barely done anything because of vacation!)

(to help get this rolling again, Operation: Shadowrun will be in this whole post. If someone has any complaints or changes for their character's actions, let me know)

The prisoner transport truck came rolling up, the driver wearing the uniform and sunglasses. The truck's back opened up to load the prisoner in, when two arrows came out of the trees and hit two HVPRs. Damion looked around, but the ground beneath his feet exploding, launching debris towards the other agents and knocking him back into a wall. The truck itself shook, as if someone was trying to tear it apart using Telekinesis. The truck quickly went by Rose, and 2 HVPRs loaded the entire car into the truck (it was built to carry a whole large family of psychics, and they did not put benches inside for comfort.

At this point, another gunship was aproaching, but an explosion close to it threw it off course lightly, though it did manage to stay in the air. Damion looked around, and then yelled "Find him! Avory can't keep this up forever!". As the truck began to leave, a portion of the. Road exploded in front of it to make a large hole, but the driver maneuvered around it. Damion picked up his radio, and told the driver to keep going, and to not stop for anything.

As the truck drove off, Damion realized something. "Driver, report in. What is your identification and status?"

Damion didn't need to wait for an answer. He realized what his family had done. He didn't say anything, just a look saying "Get them. Don't let them escape".

Damion and the Agents just got played.