grown men do not need leaders
Bibliophile. Radical. Writer. Eccentric. Elizabeth Jean Dylan has been called all of these things and more during the span of her short yet jam packed life of adventure and misadventure. Her story began in the lush, verdant woodlands outside of Carmel, California where her parents raised their feisty daughter alongside her older brother, Jack. Her mother, a painter whom never gained all the much success outside of the borders of California state, often took the children on day trips to the ocean or in and around the culturally rich landscape of California. Her father, a far more serious man whose social activism and socially conscience novels make his name recognizable to many, instilled in Elizabeth both his stoic passion and determination to make the world a better place as well as his literary forte.

Most of Elizabeth’s childhood was spent with her family or on solitary romps through the wilderness that surrounded their home. She adored following her older brother through romps through this landscape as well as sitting in their backyard trees with a book perched in her small hands for hours and didn’t exactly enjoy spending time with the white liberal snobs of her California elementary, middle and high school. Of course, high school went swimmingly well for her, despite the fact that she loathed the ins and outs of the boring curriculum. The pretty blonde got relatively good grades in high school and made plenty of friends, but she preferred her time at home to time spent at school.

Upon finishing high school, Elizabeth does what every good kid from an academically minded family does. She went off to college. The college, being a liberal arts school in Washington state, was an interesting experience for the girl. And although she’d always been in love with the idea of an education, attending the school was far from the dream she’d once had. The idea of classes where professors worked towards making their students come to specific conclusions irked her to no end. Being around a slew of white liberals who couldn’t quite get over themselves and hungered at every chance to philosophize over world problems, while taking no action, did not help her cause one bit either. After two years, Elizabeth decided to drop out and form her own education marked with books and experience. Her father, although an academic himself, couldn’t help but support his daughter whose ideas were quickly growing more radical by the day.

The co-ed, however, did not leave the campus before causing a bit of a stir as is usual of her personality. During the first semester of her sophomore year, Elizabeth entered into a relationship with one NAME HERE, one of her professors. Of course, at the time when the fling started neither of them were aware that it was the sort of clichéd student/teacher relationship one inevitably hears about on a college campus, but then again Elizabeth didn’t exactly fit the mold of the drunken, lazy co-ed. But once lecture time rolled around and the two came face to face with their particularly sticky situation (seeing as they had met during the summer, when school was not in session), NAME HERE quickly ended the budding month-old relationship despite Elizabeth’s protests to the stupidity of the rule book.

After two years at school, Elizabeth decided to use the remainder of her college money to do a fair amount of traveling. Rather then the cliché backpacking around Europe ideal of most post-collegiate Americans, she traveled to underdeveloped nations through and with several contacts of her fathers, working in several parts of Africa as well as India and Central America. After a whole lot of life experience under her belt, the girl returned to the United States. After a few months stay at home with her parents, helping her father put the final touches on his latest novel, she moved to Revere, MA on a whim. Getting an apartment to herself and snagging a job at a local used book store, Elizabeth quickly became a name around town and was everyone’s favorite eccentric. She now lives with NAME HERE and does her best to commit petty little crimes which she refers to as protests about town. She’s been around for a year or so now and there’s no telling exactly where her life may or may not be leading.


storylines;
bha; friends, rivals, idiots, crazy.
brian; they bicker, a lot.
dilane; allies in pestering brian
kowalsky; idk