|dyl (dylgr) wrote,|
@ 2027-01-01 01:23:00
| DYLAN RODEY|
dylan gale rodey
Dylan Rodey was a handful from the start. Some babies enter the world with a calm, quiet disposition and are content just to sleep or lie there soundlessly, but not Dylan. His loud, urgent cries filled the hospital nursery and he refused to be part of group care; the only way to calm him was to take him to a private room with a private nurse. This didn’t change for the remainder of his hospital stay. Dylan was only a few hours old, but he’d learned how to demand attention and get it. The infant’s persistence stayed with him when his parents took him home a couple of days later. He was a high need baby, and he made sure they knew it.
Of course, Dylan’ infancy was just the start. He grew into a needy, attention-seeking, hyperactive toddler. His parents had a hard time keeping up with him, and they often described Dylan as being draining, demanding, and unpredictable. However, as much of a pain in the butt as the young boy was, he also brought a lot of joy into their lives. He loved to play, and laughed frequently and with gusto. He put a lot of energy into everything he did. Whether it be crying or whining or enjoying life, he did it with relish.
Although some aspects of his personality stayed the same, Alan and Nancy Rodey were relieved when their son started to calm down. By the time he was in kindergarten, Dylan had learned to listen and sit still. He was still a persistent kid and was never happier than when he was the center of attention, but he had ceased throwing temper tantrums when his needs weren’t immediately tended to. Instead of being labeled a handful, words like personable and charming were used to describe him. He was a good kid.
However, despite being a likable and happy boy, Dylan was occasionally on the receiving end of vicious teasing as he went through his elementary school years. As a small and wiry kid with somewhat feminine features, he was the perfect mark for older bullies. They called him names and harassed him after school and in the play yard. For his part, he took the teasing fairly well, having a surprisingly thick skin for someone so young, but for the adults in his life, it was a cause for concern. His mother was particularly worried, convinced that he would be scarred for life, and went out of her way to ensure that he had an adult chaperone at every turn. Her overprotectiveness annoyed Dylan more than the bullies, and he began to stand up for himself simply because he was tired of everyone thinking he was a helpless wimp. When it turned out he could hold his own in a fight, the bullies gradually backed off, and by the time he was set to enter middle school, the name calling and taunting were infrequent occurrences. Nancy’s smothering, however, was just as bad as ever, made worse by her split from his father. It prompted Dylan to enter a phase of petulant adolescent rebellion that lasted throughout most of his teenaged years and into his first year of college.
At a young age, Dylan discovered a love for music. Or, rather, had music thrust upon him and discovered that he had a keen ear for it and an intense interest. His parents, understanding how important an education in the arts was, signed him up for piano lessons when he was five. Rather than fighting it like many children do, Dylan enjoyed it from the start, finding wonder in creating sound and piecing together melodies that were both beautiful and complex. He eventually picked up the violin at the encouragement of his father, but later traded it in for the cello in high school. It was around that time that Dylan was given his first guitar, an instrument that quickly became his favorite. As he became older and more accomplished at playing, his passion for music grew until it became his sole focus. While most kids his age were still discovering who they were and trying to figure out what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives, Dylan already knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that was going to be a musician. Come hell or high water.
Alan and Nancy, while supportive of their son’s dreams, had one stipulation: he had to go to college. Potential future rock star or not, he was going to receive a degree in higher education first. Not entirely impressed with this condition, but also in no position to resist, Dylan did as expected and attended university near his hometown in Michigan. There, he studied music and art, a secondary concentration he chose simply because it was easy and he was good at it. Although not the most ambitious student, he did well in college, much better than he ever had in his earlier academic career. Four years went by like a flash, and soon he was walking off with a diploma in one hand and a train ticket to New York in the other.
With the little bit of money Dylan had managed to save up working through college, he had enough to pay his cousins a portion of their rent for six months and set about living the life of a starving musician. He picked up work as a busboy fairly quickly and worked within the restaurant business for a while before jumping ship to partner with his cousins in starting up a small moving company. It took some time for the business to gain traction, but they started churning a modest profit.
Life was great for a while. The band he played in was going places and he had a romantic relationship he was moony over. But an insignificant spat with his boyfriend opened a festering can of worms almost two years in the making. Dylan couldn't say exactly what had happened or who had initiated the break up, but suddenly he was alone with his world crashed down around him. Pride and a whole lot of fear of further rejection kept him from crawling back with his tail between his legs.
01. Naturally ginger; often blond and sometimes brunet. He dyes his hair to fit his mood. Currently, he's sporting his natural color.
02. Was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes at age nine. There are times when it's the bane of his existence, but for the most part, being diabetic is just a part of who he is. He hardly thinks about injections or his strict meal schedule. It's all routine.
03. For most of his life he dreamed of growing up to be the next Layne Staley or Kurt Cobain; preferably with a considerably less tragic outcome. He got close to that dream when a band he played with signed a major record deal, but after his love life imploded, Dylan cut ties with the band.
04. Has been in love a grand total of once in his thirty-two years. The end of that relationship turned his world upside down. He's dated since then, but he's still not over his ex. He suspects he'll never be.
05. Instrument of choice is the guitar, but can also play the bass guitar, piano, cello, and harmonica with a considerable level of expertise.
06. His younger brother is 13 years his junior. As any good big brother would, Dylan nicknamed the kid 'Oops'.
07. Has a small yet still growing collection of tattoos: his childhood friend's initials and birth/death date on the pulse point of his left wrist; a guitar on the inner bicep of his right arm; a triangle with a phoenix feather through it on his outer right shoulder; the musical notes to part of the melody of one of the songs he wrote on his left side, above the hip bone; a guitar on his left hand that extends up his wrist; and a chest piece done in black and red ink that extends down the right side of his ribs.
08. A happy and healthy Dylan is a lovable, charming jokester. He enjoys people and has never shied away from a conversation with a stranger. He's loyal and honest and tries like hell to avoid conflict. But when he's down and depressed, he's less outgoing and fastened with a shorter fuse. It's not that he's unfriendly, it's just that he's less inclined to be sociable. He's been saddled with depression since the passing of his father four years ago, and while the severity rolls over him in waves, he hasn't quite managed to pull himself to dry land just yet. But that's what therapy is for.