"Dillon Reed at your service. Kinda. Okay, hot really, but eh." The male chuckled as a toothy grin struck his lips, obviously in a playful and happy mood.
Nickname:
"Dill. Di, Di. If you dare call me Dill Pickle, literally I will throw a fit, right there and then. Try me." Dillon playfully challenged as he crossed his arms.
Age:
"18. Hasn't your dad ever told you it's rude to ask a young man's age? Hmph." Dillon said, trying to do the impression of his grandmother.
Gender:
"Male? Is it not obvious? If not, look at this chest. It doesn't hold any boobs." Dillon laughed as he crossed one arm under his chest, trying to be like his sister.
Species:
"A sea maiden, called a mermaid. I am a beautiful lady, am I wrong?" Dillon said, playful sarcasm mended unto his voice. "But seriously, human."
Eye Color:
"Well a lighter brown and grey color. A but cold, but still has a warmness in the middle?" Dillon sighed, tapping his chin with his finger.
Hair Color:
"I hope it's still blonde. Elaine may have dyed it or something. I did fall asleep next to her..." Dillon sighed, running a hand through his thick locks of dark blonde.
Skin Tone:
"Well, I'm pretty tan. I hope so at least. I mean, c'mon. You have to admit, I'm not pale." Dillon said, eyebrow raised as he chuckled, nervously.
Height:
"6'0 exactly. I'm a big kid, ya know. I drink all my milk." Dillon joked in a child's voice as he winked, playfully, a big grin not too far behind.
Weight:
"120 or 123. Through those weights. I'm pretty light for my age. I'm obviously a feather!" Dillon chuckled, swaying his arms, like he was as graceful as ever.
Detailed Appearance:
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