Post by ryan on Jul 15, 2009 15:25:48 GMT -5
show the world a little style,
a little attitude
[/color]a little attitude
RYANQUINCYSTOVER[/color][/font][/b]
sup, my name is John
been breathing air for 18 years now
but only been living for around Three Years
you can drop me a line at Proboards Support (Username’s Menefee.)
hey teachers, hey creatures,
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nicknames: Ry-Ry
age: 15
birthday: June 15
gender: male
orientation: heterosexual
school year: sophomore
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just wait
take a breath of air before you faint
[/color][/font][/center]take a breath of air before you faint
height: 5'4
weight: 96 Pounds
build skinny
eyes: His eyes are chestnut brown.
hair: Ryan’s hair? Well, it varies during the seasons but his natural color is a very dark brown. (He is later going to make it red.)
distinguishing features: His ears are considered pointy and tend to the subject of jokes involving elves. That explains why his hair tends to go over them.
tattoos and piercings: None.
personal style: Ryan doesn’t necessarily like the flashy but adores the jackets with the fur and the beach shirts. Necklaces are usually around his neck and he loves having something around his wrists. Also, most clothing must be loose.
appearance: Like stated, Ryan loves having something around his wrists. According to him, his small size and skinny self is something that is a problem. The same goes for his pointy ears which he tries to cover up. What he likes most about his appearance is his face.
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do you think you're right,wronged,
or do you think you'll fight?
[/color][/center][/font]or do you think you'll fight?
dislikes: all those jokes about him, being short, his background, people knowing about his background, haircuts, glasses, bikinis, 'popular' people, earrings, tattoos, eyedrops, people repeating what they just said.
strengths: His knowledge of Music, his recognization of writing styles, being unfazed with insults, his speed, he has a voice that could calm others if he just uses the right words, his determination.
weaknesses: His physical strength, speaking up, he may be okay with insults but hates criticism and reacts strongly, he sometimes has memory lapses, and, cares too much about what his sister thinks. Ryan also cannot see that well but doesn't want glasses.
greatest fear: Life after death.
greatest desire: To be truly accepted.
habits and quirks: biting his nails, peering over his shoulder at any time, and, ruffling up his coat.
overall personality: Ryan is a dreamer, he dreams of reaching a higher status but his self-consciousness gets in the way. He views everything he isn’t as a downfall to him and struggles in his mind to obtain that asset, popularity is the One exception. To Ryan, 'popularity' is actualy a myth and nothing but. The Two things that he is moved by are music and poetry. He can get the atmosphere presented by music and apply it to a certain scene. Now disciplining him is another thing. If you threaten him, he considers the threat an abuse as the result of being abused like such for Ten Years and fights back.
He is very bashful when it comes to compliments and treats insults like it’s an everyday occurrence like speeding. It’s odd that he behaves this way towards insults and not criticism. He’ll actually chew you out like gum if you criticize him but is a good listener. It's a shame he doesn't know how to help people though. One more thing you should know is that he is very cautious. After living with who he lived with for Ten Years, Ryan doesn't really trust people and looks too much before leaping. (But he really doesn't care what people other than Maggie think, note that.) Don't ask him what he thinks either because he probably won't tell you.
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we are young, we are done
we ain't fighting nothing
[/color][/font][/center]we ain't fighting nothing
father: Simon, 38, Business Man
biological mother: Myrtle, 31, Daycare Owner (Location unknown.)
biological father: Greg, 38, Business Partner (Location unknown.)
siblings: Margaret (By adoption), 15, Student
extended family: Rolanda, Biological Aunt
pets: Mary, Canary, 4.
nationality: British
birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia (English but born in the USA!)
history: Myrtle’s Daycare Service was the whole reason for Ryan Clancy’s birth. You see, both she and Greg firgured that they would get more customer if the owners had a child. That is the sickest reason on Earth but it worked. The problem with that: Myrtle just happend to be a manic depressant and whipped the heck out of some of her charges and Ryan. For several Years, Ryan ws constantly beaten, humiliated, and, abused. He even tried to run away once. Finally, One day, his salvation came.
His Aunt Rolanda stopped by One day and inconvienantly witnessed Myrtle at work. Wrong choice considering the fact that Aunt took Ryan away almost at once and Greg was outside with his rifle when the Two were driving off. They eventually made it but the boy's couldn't be risked by staying with Rolanda. Instead, she took him to a Couple named Stover who loved children.
Ryan Clancy, now Ryan Stover, had to adjust to life at first due to the lack of no other children around. As a compensation, his parents went out and bought him a new canary for a companion. The name Mary was given because Ryan loved that name. He looked after her for years and learned to adjust without people. At least until Margaret came. He once again he some adjustment to do but learned to love his sister. He still was having some trouble with others though. Now, Ryan is trying to learn how to interact again and is slowly making his comeback. He just hopes Maggie isn't angry!
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way outside yourself
there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
[/color][/center][/font]there's someone out there
who wants you to be free
member title: The Unfortunate
roleplay sample:
Ryan’s small chest was heaving up and down as he lay on his bed, his arms crossed over his head which was staring at the fan on the otherwise plain ceiling. What a dream he just had! And how real it seemed save One thing: he never really had more than Two friends. Even when he was younger. But, like Aerosmith himself said, the past is gone. Then why did he remember it so vividly?
Suddenly, the Fifteen Year Old went back in time, into a place he thought he wouldn’t have to see again: the home of his biological parents. He saw the wooden fence which was always closed unless the truck was backing out. And the old tree was there too. If the residents were more amiable then the place could’ve been a paradise. Unfortunately, the owners were so self-conceited that Ryan nearly regretted his birth. Anyway, Ryan walked around to the back. The tree was still there. That old tree was the One he used to climb to escape the threats of the indoors. Smiling, the Fifteen Year old rubbed the bark. It felt like it did Years ago. Suddenly, he ran past the tree and farther away. He gasped: his treehouse was there. After Myrtle said they would burn it, it was still there! With tears flooding his eyes, Ryan clmbed the wodden stairs and looked around. He didn't know how wonderful this place was until now!
Suddenly, a fog seemed to form from out of nowhere. No, it couldn't be! It was: Greg Clancy with his rifle was slowly walking out of the fog and towards his son with One arm opened wide. Ryan stepped backwards. "No!" He cried out. "This isn't real! I can't be!"A grin spread widely across Greg's face like a plague. He still missed a tooth. Oh gosh, Ryan now felt like fainting. Gripping his jacket closely, he stepped back more, and looked behind. What? Now the ground looked like it was rising. The Fifteen year old only stared for a moment, after that was when he fainted.
Light was now returning and Ryan's eyes opened up again. He was now back in his room. So it was a dream. Well, good riddance. Ryan, a little dizzy slid foward and his head dropped into his hands.
Suddenly, the Fifteen Year Old went back in time, into a place he thought he wouldn’t have to see again: the home of his biological parents. He saw the wooden fence which was always closed unless the truck was backing out. And the old tree was there too. If the residents were more amiable then the place could’ve been a paradise. Unfortunately, the owners were so self-conceited that Ryan nearly regretted his birth. Anyway, Ryan walked around to the back. The tree was still there. That old tree was the One he used to climb to escape the threats of the indoors. Smiling, the Fifteen Year old rubbed the bark. It felt like it did Years ago. Suddenly, he ran past the tree and farther away. He gasped: his treehouse was there. After Myrtle said they would burn it, it was still there! With tears flooding his eyes, Ryan clmbed the wodden stairs and looked around. He didn't know how wonderful this place was until now!
Suddenly, a fog seemed to form from out of nowhere. No, it couldn't be! It was: Greg Clancy with his rifle was slowly walking out of the fog and towards his son with One arm opened wide. Ryan stepped backwards. "No!" He cried out. "This isn't real! I can't be!"A grin spread widely across Greg's face like a plague. He still missed a tooth. Oh gosh, Ryan now felt like fainting. Gripping his jacket closely, he stepped back more, and looked behind. What? Now the ground looked like it was rising. The Fifteen year old only stared for a moment, after that was when he fainted.
Light was now returning and Ryan's eyes opened up again. He was now back in his room. So it was a dream. Well, good riddance. Ryan, a little dizzy slid foward and his head dropped into his hands.
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I WANTED TO BE ME !
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