The Different Outfits of Terry Mayfair

Normal: Orange And Black Unbuttoned Flannel with the Sleeves Rolled Up, Exposing Faded Grey Lining Underneath and A Faded Grey Hood, Hooded Shirt

A Purple and Black Thick Striped Off Both Shoulders Long Sleeve Loose and Baggy Shirt w/ A Hockey Mask Embellishment On Front that will Often Changes Expression to match Terry’s Expressions Underneath

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves Just Below the Elbows

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Loose Dark Green Baggy Cargo Pants With Ends Covering the Tops of the Sneakers

Teal, Orange, White and Black Sneakers

Summer: A Orange Crop Top Style Short-Sleeve Jacket

A Black and Purple Sleeveless T-shirt with a Hockey Mask Embellishment On It that Matches His Expression

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves Just Below the Elbows

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Military Green Cargo Pants with the Ends Bunched Up Above the Knees

Navy Blue Laced Up Espadrilles

Winter: An Orange Short-Sleeve Jumpsuit with the Ends Rolled Up and The Legs Just Ending Above the Knees, with a Hockey Face Embellishment on the Front that matches his Expression

Navy Blue Medium Length Armsleeves Underneath

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves Just Below the Elbows

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Purple and Black Striped Knee Socks that are Slightly Scratched and Ripped

Dark Green and Teal Unlaced Snow Boots

Pajamas: An Orange and Navy Blue Stripped Short Sleeve Hooded Pajama Top

Purple, Black and Green Loose Pajama Shorts Above the Knees with White Drawstrings

Hockey Mask Styled Slippers that Match His Expression

Beachwear: Orange and Purple Short-Sleeve Swimshirt with A Black Zigzag Going Across

Green And Navy Blue Swim Trunks

Casual: A Black and Grey Short-Sleeve Raccoon Eared and Faced Unzipped Hoodie

Orange Medium Sleeve V-neck Length T-shirt with a Purple Thick Stripe Going Down

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves Just Below the Elbows

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Green Baggy Cargo Shorts with Loosely Tied Ribbons and Black Drawstrings

Teal, Black and White Laced Slip On Shoes with a Hockey Mask Embellishment that Matches his Expressions

Formal: A White Long-Sleeve Button Up Shirt with an Orange Clip On Tie with Squiggles Going Around

A Black Long-Sleeve Waistcoat Buttoned Up Half-Way

Navy Blue Dress Pants with Black Lines Going Across the Ends Going On Top of the Shoes

Brown Flat Dress Shoes with Black Laces

College Attire: A Purple Long Sleeve Jacket

Orange and Black Striped Short Sleeve T-shirt with a Hockey Mask Ebellishment that matches his expression

Green Cargo Shorts with the Ends Rolled Up

Teal and White Knee High Sneakers

Exercise: A White and Orange Short-Sleeve Shirt with Purple Going Across

Minty Green and Grey Sweatpants

Dark Green and Black Sneakers

Underwear: Orange and Purple Striped Boxers

The Different Outfits of Dylan Akiriyama

Normal: Navy Blue Baggy Hoodie with Medium Length Baggy Sleeves To the Elbows And With A Black Baggy Hood Attached, Black Drawstrings and Black Baggy Sleeves Underneath w/ A Violet Clawed Fanged Monster with Pink Horns and Yellow Eyes that Matches His Expressions In between Two Words “Ghost World”

A Dark Grey and Two Yellow Striped Loose Baggy Short Sleeve T-Shirt With Black Medium Length Sleeves Attached

A Thin Black String Necklace with a Light Blue Small Crystal Attached Located In A Silver Circle

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

Grey Fingerless Gloves

Faded Grey Slightly Scratched Baggy Jeans With Rips on the Knees And The Ends Stuffed Into his Sneakers

Black, Light Blue and White Short Mid Calf Messily Tied Converse Sneakers

Summer: A Navy Blue And Light Blue Baggy and Loose Striped Medium Length Sleeved Unzipped Puffer Jacket

A Black Tanktop with 2 Purple and Yellow Lines Going Across the Chest with the Same Creature From His Hoodie in the Middle

A Thin Black String Necklace with a Light Blue Small Crystal Attached Located In A Silver Circle

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

Grey Fingerless Gloves

Grey Baggy Cargo Shorts with Untied Ribbons Above the Knee

Black, Grey and White Hightops

Winter: A Sky Blue and Dark Grey Striped Off Both Shoulders Short Sleeve Baggy Sweater

Black Baggy Armsleeves Attached

A Violet Colored Creature Shaped Slouchy Cap with Yellow Eyes and Pink Horns that match his emotions

A Thin Black String Necklace with a Light Blue Small Crystal Attached Located In A Silver Circle

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

Grey Fingerless Gloves

Black Baggy Sweatpants-Like Jeans Tucked Inside

Blue and White Loosely Tied Midcalf Snow Boots

Pajamas: A Blue and Pale Blue Short Sleeve Football Style Jersey with A Crescent Moon On the Front and A Full Moon on the Back

Faded Grey Baggy Medium Length Just Below the Elbow Sleeves Underneath

Black Sweatpants Tied Loosely

Violet Colored Creature Shaped Slippers that Match His Emotions

BeachWear: A Black Half-Cut Short Sleeve Beach Jacket

A Sleeveless Turtle Neck Navy Blue and Grey Swimwear Shirt

Violet and Yellow Colored Swimtrunks

Casual: A Violet Colored Creature Shaped Hairclip that Matches his Emotions

A Sky Blue and Black Short-Sleeve Hooded Zipped Shirt with White Drawstrings Attached

A Dark Grey Colored Medium Length Sleeved Shirt Underneath

A Thin Black String Necklace with a Light Blue Small Crystal Attached Located In A Silver Circle

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

Grey Fingerless Gloves

Denim Jeans Left Out of His Sneakers

Magenta with a Yellow Thunderbolt Embellishment Converses

Formal: A White Button Up Shirt with the Sleeves Rolled Up and the Shirt Out, A Black Dress Vest and A Navy Blue Tie

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

A Pair of Dark Grey Loose Dress Jeans with a Brown Belt Looped In

Grey and White Converse Hightops with Black Laces

College Attire: A Blue, Black and Grey Flannel Shirt with the Sleeves Rolled Up

A Black Baggy Long-Sleeve Shirt with A Violet Clawed Fanged Monster with Pink Horns and Yellow Eyes that Matches His Expressions In between Two Words “Ghost World”

Faded Baggy Grey Pants With the Ends Above his Sneakers

Black and Blue Sneakers

Exercise: A Navy Blue and Grey Long-Sleeve Jacket

A Black Tanktop

White and Magenta Gym Shorts

Orange and Blue Sneakers

Underwear: Blue and Black Striped Drawers

A Small Snack

Another weight gain story, this time just featuring Dylan as the main vic-subject of this tale! 😅

Hope you guys enjoy it🤗

“Hey Maxine! Maxineeeeee! Maxine, you in here?!”

“In my lab! You’ll see the door open!”

Dylan looked around before noticing an open door which lead into a room adorn with gadgets and gizmos and blinking lights that traveled in further. Dylan walked in and began making his descent down to where Maxine was, traveling down steps before finally arriving. Maxine’s back was turned away from him as she was busy welding the last bit to an invention she had been working on the past few days, sparks flying against the glass to her safety goggles. Dylan tapped on her shoulder and she turned her head slightly and smiling wide at the sight of her friend before finishing up and removing her googles off her face.

“Ah Dylan my dear friend and test subject! It is such a pleasure for you to take the time out of your busy schedule to come help me with my new experiment!! ;)”

“Uh yea… But, it’s not gonna be like the other experiments right? I don’t think I can handle being polka dotted or furrier than I’m normally am when I transform..”

“Oh no no! Nothing like that at all! This one is a lot more special than the previous ones!!”

Maxine gave an excited grin as she took the component she was working on and attached it to a ray gun machine in the back of the center of the lab, a satisfying click in place after the component. Dylan looked in confusion, tilting his head as Maxine rolled the device in towards him.

“Uhhh, what the heck is that?”

“Why it’s my new device! I call it "The Two-Place Ray Gun!!” If you’re wondering what it does… And I’m sure you are… It’s a device I made which allows people to transport them from one place to another!“

"So it’s like a portal gun?”

“Well almost… But not exactly. It’s specially built where it doesn’t leave imprints from portals and just allows a person to be at their destination in one millisecond!”

“And you’re gonna…”

“Gonna test it on you!! You catch on super quick!!!”

Dylan gulped and smiled nervous as Maxine went towards her laptop and began typing away with various commands before pushing one key, hearing the machine start up.

“Now don’t worry Dylan! I tested it previous inanimate objects and they all came back in one piece!! You have NOTHING to worry about!!”

“I-If you say so…”

Maxine gave him the thumbs up before getting behind with her googles on her face as the machine began glowing brighter and brighter before a signal beam came out and hit Dylan who was squinting his eyes. As soon as the light dimmed and vanished, Maxine looked out from behind and squealed in delight when she notice that Dylan wasn’t standing where he was beforehand. Jumps of joy came from her as she spun around and around until a squeak eminanting off the floor and she stopped. She looked in confusion before she heard it again and noticed a small chibi esque figure on the floor.

“Huh? What the… ‘GASP!’”

Maxine looked in shock as she picked up the figure with two fingers and held it close to her face: the figure had on the same attire as Dylan and matching ears and tails… Probably because it was Dylan whenever he would sneeze and it would come out half!! Dylan squirmed and squeaked again to get her attention, trying to speak but could barely make out audible noises that were considered talking.

“Oh g-g-geez… Oh crud… Uh Dylan, can you just calm… Calm down, I can’t understand you… Oh just hold on!”

A Couple Minutes Later

“Well… Your device sorta worked Maxine… And by worked, I mean it would be better as a shrink ray gun.”

“I know, I know. I don’t understand what went wrong though! It should have teleported you!!”

“It’s alright… I’m used to the weird things that you come up with… Just as long as I’m not gonna be stuck like this forever…”

“You won’t be… But, I do have to refigure the device so that it can enlarge you again, but I’ll have to find different composing parts so that it can work… And that will probably take a couple of minutes to find.”

Dylan let out a squeaky groan.

“But don’t fret! I’ll be quick and you’ll be back to normal in no time! Just stay there and try not to fall!!”

Maxine ran out to the parts room that was next door, leaving Dylan alone on the surface of her work table in his stunted state. As he looked around in a bit of embarressment and confusion at what he was going to say to Kris when, speak of the devil, he heard her footsteps and cheerful singing.

‘When the sun sets’

‘And the moon has risen’

‘I’ll still be here right besides your side’

‘Going far going strong’

‘Into the eternal light’

Kris stepped in and looked around for any sign of Maxine or Dylan. How she somehow managed to now where they are, well, Kris overheard and came by to see how things were going. She remembered the previous times some of Maxine’s experiments went and well.. While funny, left Dylan in a strange state each time, so she was hoping…

“Hey… What’s that on the table?”

Dylan lept in joy at the sight of his friend, possibly she could give him some help as he ran to alert her, only to squeak again at being picked up and near smothered by her.

“Whatever it is… It’s ADORABLEEEEEEEEEEE!!! It’s looks just like Dylan!!!”

Dylan squeaked and whimpered underneath as his breathing became slightly hinged and hitched, his struggles to breath becoming more fader and fader away before he was released back into clean air. His breathing came back forced and rushed as Kris squealed in delight and joy, her Kris vision making her miss the fact that this was Dylan and that he was forced into this state by another failed attempt. Kris spun around admiring the little thing, making Dylan dizzy in the process before she stopped and looked at him with still the blissful enjoyment on her face.

“Oh I’m sorry about that! Here I am spinning around like a crazy person and you must be starving!!”

Dylan looked in confusion, but then heard a light rumble echoing from his tiny belly. He blushed, remembering that he had skipped out a bit on breakfast because Macine had called him to come over here immediately. Granted he could have grabbed something but at the time… Kris steered towards where Maxine kept her food(Maxine preferred her own device rather than some cheap gimmick as she called it) and scavenged through it.

“Ooh… I hope Maxine doesn’t mind me looking through here… She can be very protective of her stuff…”

Dylan could only watch from his view on Kris’ hand as she kept on before gasping and grabbing a giant chocolate bar that Maxine had been working on the first few months. Dylan’s eyes widen as Kris closed the fridge, unwrapped the bar and took a small piece and moved it towards Dylan’s tiny mouth. Of course this wouldn’t be a problem, but given Dylan’s state currently, the piece was too big and too wide for his mouth to fit around but as he opened his mouth to speak…

“Kris wait!!! It’s me Dylan, not some copy, really ME!!! Please lis…. Mphff!!”

Dylan let out a muffled squeak as the piece was inserted into his mouth and he had to act quick to chew it all down so it could fit. The pieces were too big and it was certainly showing now on his stomach: it started to grow from the amount that was going in, a small orb pushing up inside his shirt, pushing it up exposing silver linings of flesh from the bottom. Kris didn’t notice and kept feeding it to him, small moans escaping from Dylan’s mouth as he kept chewing, finally eating half of the piece that was being presented.

’T-This can’t be just half! Ngh… I c-c-can’t eat any…’

Was all Dylan could thought of as the other half was being offered to him by Kris and he reluctantly began eating at that piece. Pained squeaks came out as Dylan’s stomach expanded further and further out, his shirt straining to stay on as more of his belly came exposed, the silver linings turning into a navel and a even bigger orb. Chocolate was staining around his mouth and down his shirt as more pieces made their way, his flesh beginning to be pinned against the hem of his jeans. As the last piece made its way into his mouth and towards his belly, Dylan gave out a heavy gulp and groaned, tiny hands flew towards his belly: the orb was now covered in splotches of chocolate just like his mouth. His shirt was now raised towards his chest, spared from the mess that was the piece as the embellishment was replicated the same state as Dylan, sick and all holding its own belly. Tiny burps echoed from Dylan’s mouth as he attempted to rub his belly to ease the pain, before a small moan escaped his mouth was when he noticed that Kris took another piece from the bar and placed it near his teeth, indication high that it was time to eat that share as well. Dylan wanted not to, but he had no choice as he wanted to give a yelp, only to have the piece inserted in his mouth for a second time. Just like before, his mouth was trying to make room to hold it in and chewing at the pieces, his stomach gurgling before stretching out further and further, almost like a very small pea if one attempted to inflate it. More chocolate made its way onto as Dylan’s pants try to endure their long struggle against the growing mass but loosing as the button quivered and his belt began slowly in unclipping from its buckle. Suddenly, the belt snapped back and the button made a quiet ‘POP’ apart, his belly now free from its confinements as it began pushing down on his zipper, a ‘ZIP ZIP ZIP’ making its way as his belly expanded further and further, his size now the adequate size of a tennis ball, which was gigantic when you’re tiny. That piece was also finished as Dylan relaxed against Kris thumb, his belly now a gurgling and angry mess as it began its digestion, more chocolate splatters forming a subtle pattern on his belly as his pants, somehow still attached, quivered alongside his belly. Loud pants echoed from Dylan’s mouth as more squeaks filled with the abundance of pain, a greenish red blush now having its imprint on Dylan’s face as he he held on to his gut. Kris noticed and tilted her head, confusion now her expression.

“Huh… Is something wrong little guy?”

Dylan could only moan and burp as his belly gurgled and rumbled, whimpers his only form of speech as he held on to her, tongue wagging out to relieve himself of some pain in his mouth and to fight against any forming burps.

“Oh dear… I must have given you a bellyache there… But don’t worry little one, I know how to fix that;)”

Kris lifted her finger and slowly and gently used the top of it to rub his belly, feeling the contents of the snack pushing against from the inside, more gurgles echoing as Dylan let out small sighs of relief as some pressure was being released from him.

“Tee her:) You’re so adorable… You’re like a little doll or pet… Nah, you’re more of a chibi doll and I love it!! I can’t believe Maxine made you, well I shouldn’t be surprised cause she is smart.”

Dylan could only nod sleepily as he laid against her thumb and squeaked some more, eyes slowly closing before he drifted off into a chocolate coma. Kris squealed quietly to herself, watching with eternal bliss, not noticing or hearing the sounds of footprints coming up from behind her.

“Kris? What are you doing here?”

Kris snapped out before turning to face Maxine, who was holding some mismatched parts.

“Oh hey Maxine!! I’m sorry, but I was just admiring your newest creation right here!”

“Oh the teleporter? Yea I know, its pretty cool.”

“Oh, I didn’t see that… I actually meant this little cutie!!”

Kris presented the sleeping chibi to Maxine, who eyes widen and she accidently dropped the parts.

“Uh K-K-Kris? That’s not a chibi invention…”

Kris looked in confusion.

“Huh?”

“That’s… Actually Dylan.”

“…What? Wait WHAT?”

“Yea…”

Kris looked at Dylan than back at Maxine, sweat now dripping from her forehead as a deep blush enveloped her face.

“O-o-o-oh dear… I-I had no clue!! I thought…I thought… Oh my goodness!!”

Kris was now full-blown panicking as she realized she may have made Dylan sick or even worse after what she had just fed him. Of course she could feel Dylan breathing lightly, clearly showing that he was sleeping now, but still didn’t stop Kris’ worries from affecting her. Maxine was trying to calm her down as she continued to pick up the dropped pieces to put onto the machine. After she managed to do both, Kris still held Dylan, who was now waking up still stuffed to the gills, sad and still struck with fear and worry. Letting out quiet squeaks, Dylan looked up to face a near to tears Kris, which of course caused Dylan to worry and attempt to stand to do his best to comfort her but was still left on his backside and wiggling, only facing her half way.

“I-I’m sorry Dylan… I-I didn’t know it was you. I-I made the mistake of feeding those pieces, I really didn’t meant to…”

“Ngh… H-H-Hold on Kris, its ok…’Burp.’ D-Don’t worry about th-this..”

Of course it came out into squeaks, but somehow Kris was able to understand it, Maxine watching from the side as focused on the machine to try and enlarge him. Kris smiled lightly as she looked at Dylan, few bits of tears leaving her eyes.

“Heh… Y-yea…’Sniff’.”

Kris held him still in her hand as Dylan smiled weakly from his spot, still covered in chocolate as his belly was still gurgling and digesting the pieces.

“Don’t worry Kris… I’ll fix him up real quick! He’ll be back to normal size in no time at all.”

“Uh huh… That’s great to hear…”

Kris was clearly distracted still by Dylan’s size at the moment, which left Maxine to stop with the machine and go over back to Kris.

“Kris? Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?”

“Do you prefer Dylan as this size?”

“H-huh?! W-what NO!! I mean… Yes? N-no? M-M-Maybe.. I-I..”

“Kris I can understand… If you want him as this size for at least for as long as either you or Dylan want him to be this size… If that’s okkkk…”

“YES! I-I mean… If its fine with Dylan..”

A tiny squeak echoed from Dylan as he slowly nodded his head a simple yes.

“Then yes!”

“Heh… Sure. He’ll stay like this for that… And after he’s back to well, the chibi version of his size…”

“O-of course…”

Kris was still going at it with Dylan, staring at him with that same look of his bliss she had before Maxine walked in, still playing with Dylan’s belly with her own finger.

“…Hmm, maybe I should use the teleporter for a shrink/enlargement ray more often… If that is the result that is hehheh…”

Kris: Alright Dylan, we’re headed to the doctor now. Please promise me that you won’t scream into the doctors’ stethoscope.

Dylan: I promise.

Kris: Or climb onto the cabinets throwing antibiotics at the nurse.

Dylan: I swear.

Kris: Or punch the doctor, scream ‘Take a Shot At This MOTHERF*%#+*!!’ and then jump out the window.

Dylan: …Yes, I promise.

Dylan Akiriyama Reference Sheet

Name: Dylan Akiriyama

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Magenta

Nationality: Japanese-American

Birthday: February 14, 1993(Aquarius)

Current Residence: With Kris, Terry and Philomena in NewDugWood

Hairstyle/Color+Accessories: Messy Black with Blonde Highlights Throughout w/ Brown Goggles with Blue Glass And A Red Headband Underneath his Bangs(Given to him by Kris)

Height: 5ft 8

Weight: 177 lbs(is a bit skinny-pudgy)

Attire: Navy Blue Baggy Hoodie with Medium Length Baggy Sleeves To the Elbows And With A Black Baggy Hood Attached, Black Drawstrings and Black Baggy Sleeves Underneath w/ A Violet Clawed Fanged Monster with Pink Horns and Yellow Eyes In between Two Words “Ghost World”

A Dark Grey and Two Yellow Striped Loose Baggy Short Sleeve T-Shirt With Black Medium Length Sleeves Attached

A Thin Black String Necklace with a Light Blue Small Crystal Attached Located In A Silver Circle

White Bandages Wrapped Around his Wrists

Grey Fingerless Gloves

Faded Grey Slightly Scratched Baggy Jeans with Rips on the Knees And The Ends Stuffed Into his Sneakers

Black, Light Blue and White Short Mid Calf Messily Tied Converse Sneakers

Distinguishing Features: Bags under Eyes, Star-Shaped Pupils(Along with his mom and twin sister who can change their pupils into these, either to indicate either happy or excited), Five Freckles on Both Cheeks, Different Colored Bandages Over Each Fingers and Two on Left Upper Arm and One Above the Right Elbow, Three Slits on Each Wrist And a Medium size scar on the Left Side of His Head(is covered by his hair), Fanged Teeth

Personality: Grumpy, Social Awkward(at times), Sleepy, Sarcastic, A bit cocky, Hidden Heart of Gold, An Alcoholic(at certain times), Blunt, A bit childish, Stubborn, Solemn, A bit of a smart ass, Can be a sceptic, Reckless, Practical, A MAJOR Pessimist, Overprotective(of Kris), Salty As FUCK, A bit of a Liar, A bit Lazy, Indifferent, Cares a lot about his family and friends(even if he doesn’t show it), Big Eater, Courageous, Dedicated, Fairness, Listener, Knowledgeable, Adaptable, Easygoing, Faithful, Empathetic, Logical, Brutally Honest, Attentive(though he doesn’t show it), Diligent

Likes: Kris(won’t admit he likes her), Rudolph(his dog), His family and friends, Food(especially sweet and spicy kinds), Cinammon Buns(mini/regular size), Beignets(his favorite food), Drawing, Video Games, Horror Movies, Anything scary/frightening, Comic Books, Cartoons, Summer(excuse to eat 20 boxes of popsicles), Halloween, ComicCon, The Sweeney Todd and Cannibal! Musicals, Baggy Sweaters, The NewDugWood Owls, Cheesy TV Shows and Movies, Crows/Ravens, Clicker Games, RPGs(Especially Horror/Supernatural and Fantasy), Mozio’s(Name of Restaurant), Rainstorms(just the rain), Edgar Allen Poe books(Likes the concepts of different means to death), Cherries

Dislikes: Romance Movies(only watches them with Kris, though he won’t enjoy it), Vegetables, Finned Fish(Allergy), Jayden, Being Called Short/A Kid, Being Sick, People Pretending to be Tough, People Threatening/Ridiculing Kris, His family/friends being made fun of or threatened, Tragedies(ironic isn’t it?), Missing Sleep, People who abuse kids, their lovers and their family members both physically and mentally, Raisins, His sister Ashley’s’ fiancé Fredrick, Thunderstorms, Tabloids, Clowns(a childhood fear of his), Cabbage Soup, Winter(only enjoys with Kris), Museums(just a little bit), Bad Video Games

Hobbies: Drawing, Playing on His NES, His GBA(owns at least Two), his old PlayStation, his PSP and NDS(the NDS, PSP, and PlayStation he owned since childhood, while the NES he got at a yard sale), Cooking(he’s learning), Looking up ‘stuff’ on his computer(he won’t tell you), Listening to Music, Excersing with Kris(doesn’t hate it but gets winded), Playing the Guitar(in secret of course), Practicing Spells(Borrows Philomena’s book on occasion), Explores Abandoned Places near his and Kris’ house, Playing with cards, Yoga(will attempt to try it), Competes with Terry in JCC(Jell-O Consumption Competition), Origami, Watching T.V, Collector of XuiP Cards

Skills: Can Draw, A pretty good guitarist, A Meh Chef(almost burns everything), Collection consists of Rare XuiP cards , A haggler, Cleans pretty well, Can eat more than his weight/size, Swears like a Sailor(he considers it a skill), Knows an abundance of cheat codes for video games by memory

Hopes and Dreams: Unknown at the Moment(Possibly wants to just be with Kris for the rest of his life)

Occupation: A Comics/Graphic Novel Artist for the DuskView Comic Book Company(under the surname ‘Lightning Rose’)

Verbal Tics: When flustered he ends up swearing a lot while blushing madly, Pulls on his sleeves when nervous, Can end up stuttering, Grabs and tears at his hair, Will suddenly start crying for no reason(he has no idea why), Will Suddenly Slap himself

Biggest Secret: When Dylan was younger, around 6-7 years old, his grandmother had abused him physically during his visits with her(she’s responsible for the scar on the left side of his head). When his mom did catch on, she managed to both ban and restrain her from interacting with him on any other occasions, but that didn’t really stop her from sneaking in on Dylan a day before his birthday and kidnapping him in the middle of the night to take him back and continue with her sick little ploy. However, during a chase scene against Dylan when he managed to squeeze past her, she ended up slipping and breaking her neck. Since Dylan was too short to reach the door to leave and was unable to locate the key to unlock any cupboards to get any food, he ended up stuck there, trapped for a total of at least 12 hours before someone was able to locate and bring him to a police station. This serves as a reason for why Dylan talks crap about his grandmother and why he doesn’t have pleasant memories of her and of his early birthday. While he will still try to celebrate his birthday, he will mostly be in a bit of spacing out state and a tendency to reluctantly give an explanation on why. In fact, the only person who happens to know this is Kris, who he begged not to tell anyone else, to which she kept on it.

Terry Mayfair Reference Sheet

Name: Terrance “Terry” Mayfair

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Hazel Brown(Left Eye), Yellow(Right Eye)

Nationality: British-American

Birthday: June 4th, 1995(Gemini)

Current Residence: With Dylan, Kris and Philomena in NewDugWood

Hairstyle/Color+Accessories: Short+Messy Brown and White With Two Navy Blue X-shaped Clips, A Yellow Hair clip and the Bangs Covering His Eyes

Height: 5ft 8 ½

Weight: 175 lbs(Is A bit Pudgy)

Attire: Orange And Black Unbuttoned Flannel with the Sleeves Rolled Up, Exposing Faded Grey Lining Underneath and A Faded Grey Hood, Hooded Shirt

A Purple and Black Thick Striped Off Both Shoulders Long Sleeve Loose and Baggy Shirt w/ A Hockey Mask Embellishment On Front that will Often Changes Expression to match Terry’s Expressions Underneath

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Loose Dark Green Baggy Cargo Pants With Ends Covering the Tops of the Sneakers

Teal, Orange, White and Black Sneakers

Distinguishing Features: His Right Eye Pupil is Shaped Like A X, A Birthmark Located on His Left Elbow Shaped Like a Wing, A Slight Gap on the front of his Teeth, Paper Cuts on His Forearm, Band-Aid on his Nose, A Medium-Size Scar on His Right Shoulder, Bushy Eyebrows(Hidden Underneath), Rock Bruises(Faded), Stitches(Located On His Left Leg), Scratch Marks(From Nichi and Climbing, Located On His Hands), A slight Lisp

Personality: Energetic, Enthusiastic, Consistent, Creative, Confused, A bit Clingy, Innovated, Gullible, A bit controlling, Impulsive, Bashful, Messy, Childish, A bit Dubious, A Fanatical, Sometimes Impatient, Lazy, A bad liar, Sometimes Reckless, A bit of a coward, Stubborn, Cheerful, Active, A Colorful Character, Firm, A Freethinker, A bit Hardworking(Only at his Job), Innovative, Compulsive, Superstitious, Rebellious, Lovable Coward, Sometimes Predictable, A little paranoid, Overzealous, Moderate, Passionate, Protective, Skillful, Sympathetic, Boyish, Whimsical, Airy

Likes: Philomena(Will awkwardly talk to her), Coffee, Sherbet Ice Cream, Challenges, Mythos, Comic Books, Technology, Supernatural Shows, Horror Movies, Dylan(bromance), His raccoon dog Beta, Candy Necklaces, Slime, Internet Games, E3, Cards Against Humanity, B-Movies, Fall, Video Games, Cartoons, Those Sugary Cereals, The Beach, Online RPGs, Listening to Music, Trampolines, Dreams, Road Trips, Pigs, Macaroons, Coding, Fireworks, Concerts, Cookie Clicker(Currently holds the leaderboard), Hot Dogs, Singing, Crane Machines, Vending Machines, Sugar Frosted Cookies(his favorite food), Ships and Fishing, Panda Bears, Frosting, Ghostbusters, Fireflys, Dinosaurs, PB and J, Volcanoes, Hockey, Aerodynamics, Pranks, Spaghetti-Os, His friends and family

Dislikes: Fakers, The gym, Plan 9 From Outer Space, Ads, Spinach, His mythos being called false, Badly Dubbed Shows, Losing his family and friends, Being Alone, Bees, His right eye, Lawyers(except Ashley), Prison, Mannequins, Guns, Cologne, Bullying, Hooks, Heights, Snakes, Fights, Feeling Suppressed, Some of his childhood memories, Abandonment, Animatronics, Rocks, Vodka, Cactus, Feeling Sad or Depressed, Reality TV Shows, Abuse, Bashers, Eggs, Jet Lag, Going Outside

Hobbies: Building, Playing Video Games with Dylan, Jigsaw Puzzles, Brain Teasers, Cooking(is terrible at it), Playing Computer Games, Exploring Internet Forums, Dancing, Exploring spots with Dylan, Watching viral videos, Doing Challenges, Competing with Dylan in JCC(Jell-O Consumption Competition), Banging on the drums, Writing and Doodling, Jazzercise, Playing with Clay, Programing, Reading Comic Books

Skills: Can speak Latin, Can repeat every event in comic book history by memorization, Surprisingly runs fast, Gargles ghost peppers, Can stand on rollerskates a bit longer than others, Can do flips and splits, A heavy programmer, Sings Acapella, Surprisingly Organized, Also cleans up well like Dylan

Hopes and Dreams: Unknown as of Currently(Probably just wants to retire when he’s older, or just be with Philomena)

Occupation: An Engineer/Technician of the WestRue Technical Center

Verbal Tics: Pushes his hair from his eyes when in deep thought, Scratches away at his right eye, Bites at his nails, Starts poking and stabbing away at his skin with his nails(if he hasn’t bitten them down), Starts plucking hard at any kind of hair he has, Punches himself at times

Biggest Secret: Terry was involved in an accident at the young age of 4, resulting in the loss of his right eye. Since his father served as a transplant surgeon, Terry became the subject/patient of his father’s plan to restore his son’s right eye by doing a eye transplant by granting his son with the right eye of a recently deceased hitchhiker who was thought by some to be able to see and communicate with ghosts. The transplant did prove to be a success but the rumors surrounding the hitchhiker proved to be true as Terry found himself being able to see and speak with these spectral beings, usually ones that had family ties with the kids in his class. Terry thought that using his newfound gift would help bring some sort of closure to them… Only to be out cased and have rocks thrown at him by these so called people he called his friends. Terry, originally confused, became the subject of torment from his fellow peers who labeled him as a ‘freak’ and calling his eye a ‘mistake’, causing the young Terry to fallout and his days zombie-like and alone in his room, tormented by the spirits and whispers of his peers. It soon reached a point where Terry decided the only way to return to normal and regain the acceptance of his peers was to remove his right eye, at the expanse of permanently losing his eye and dying, grabbing a scalpel and going close until his father, walking by and taking notice, stopped him and removed the scalpel from him. This caused Terry to get psychiatric help for about a good 3 years before being released and being exchanged to a different school. This incident caused Terry to cover his eyes up in order to prevent any other form of ridicule that he believe he would face, with the only times he showed his right eye was for his friends or for emergencies only and some exceptions being by complete accident… And other times he will downright refused to show it and will nervously beg people not to pester or ask him to reveal, often times with him blacking out from the constant stress and to retreat in a dark spot to calm down and relax until he is fit to come back out.