Post by Ryot King on Mar 28, 2008 0:58:39 GMT -5
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ooc name: C
rpg experience: 6 years, humans, cats, horses
other: Nananananananana BATMAN!
sample post: See Caleb or Kaylin Camrak's registration.
character
full name: Ryot Scott King
nicknames: Rye, King, Jaguar
age: 17
grade: junior
clique: Bad ass, all his own. [IDK!]
gender: male
sexuality: straight
family:
'Grandmother Nikki' - grandmother, currently residing with when not in school
Jasper King- father, deceased
Rhiley King - mother, somewhere in Europe
Braddock King- brother, dead
Leya King - sister, living with relatives in Florida
physical appearance: Ryot keeps his hair short, and if it's not short, he feels like he looks like some dirtbag. His eyes are a pale blue, startling in their intensity. Ryot can say anything with a simple look. He can say 'You're an idiot' to 'Why the fuck are you here?' to 'Don't leave.' His cheekbones are the most prominant feature on his face after his strong nose, which appears to have been broken once or twice.
Ryot is tall. At his last measurement, he stood at six feet ten inches. He easily towers over everyone. However, since he's usually sitting here or there, it's not always noticable. Ryot is also incredibly buff. His arms, his stomach, his legs. Everything about him is toned to perfection. And covering all of his muscle is taut, tanned skin. However, it's easy t find scars on him. Moreso around his knuckles than anywhere else. He has a scar on his upper arm from a brawl including knifes, and another on his forehead from a bat.
Ryot sports a few tats. On his left shoulder he has a Celctic knot. On the inside of his wrist, he sports an ankh. His right elbow up and some of his back are covered in a black tribal design, a jaguar woven into the black curls.
www.flickr.com/photos/thetattoostudio/1095199426/
All of these features and little details give you Ryot, Bad-boy Extraordinair.
clothing style: Ryot wears Hollister and Abercrombie and American Eagle. Hell, Ryot wears jeans from Walmart. [not that there's anything wrong with that]. He could care less where he gets his clothes. Just give him a pair of jeans and a tee and VOILA! - Ryot is content. He has a few pairs of shoes: his riding boots, his motorcycle boots, and a pair of sneakers - good for running, *wink*wink.* Ryot doesn't keep any of his good stuff - suits, tuxes, dress shoes, ties, etc - with him at the school. It's all with his grandmother.
likes:
- riding horseback
- riding his motorcycle
- quietness
- dark chocolate
- sketching
- skipping class
dislikes:
- the rippers
- complete silence
- the rippers
- withdrawal
- the rippers
- most people
- theory of Global Warming
- school
- his family
personality: Ryot is a very conserved person. It's hard to get him to talk, let alone have a conversation. He doesn't have a lot of friends, because he doesn't like attachments. They can only end to anger and loneliness, after all. Ryot, not being much of a talker, keeps things in. The only way for Ryot to let out all of his anger is to go really, really, really fast, riding, or blowing up at someone or something. It doesn't matter who, or where, or when. That's how he handles things. So sue him.
Ryot always looks for the best in people while he puts up the front that he only sees the bad. He wants to be able to believe in people, deep down, but because of past experiences finds that hard to do. Life is out to stab you in the back, according to this seventeen-year-old bad-boy. Ryot comes across as this cool, unaffected bad-ass. Nothing can touch him. He's invincible. He's awesome. You're not. But deep down, Ryot is a little boy who grew up way too fast.
history: Ryot's parents met at a riot in Dublin and fell madly in love. Sex was part of the mix, a kid wasn't. From the beginning, Ryot didn't belong. His dad was never around. His mom would leave him in the crib while she went at it with some bastard right there on the floor infront of him. This continued for years, until he found out he had an older brother - Braddock. Ryot, determined to get out of the hell-hole that was his life, went in search of Braddock with the help of a family friend. At age seven, Ryot found his brother.
For three years, everything went swell. Braddock was the greatest big brother, always there for Ryot, keeping him out of harms way, making sure he got good grades, giving him food. But on June 21st everything changed. Ryot came home to find his father sitting in the living room, hands held up, and Braddock brandishing a gun. He watched in horror as Braddock shot their father. Then, Braddock turned to Ryot, said he was sorry and that he'd see him again someday, and ate a bullet. Ryot was only ten.
Child services finally stepped in. Father murdered. Mother unstable. Brother dead from suicide. And now a little sister that had no home. Ryot and Leya were sent to Florida to live with an aunt. For a year, Ryot put up with the beatings he recieved from his uncle. But finally, he couldn't live with it anymore. He was strong and he knew it. So one night when his uncle raised his hand to him, Ryot slugged him, knocking him cold into next week. Needless to say, his aunt wanted him gone. She said Ryot had never been harmed in any way by her husband, and that Leya shouldn't go with him to Cali for he was a bad influence. After only a year of bonding, Ryot and Leya were torn apart.
All stability was long gone for Ryot. He withdrew into himself. Silence was all you'd hear from him. For two years, he wouldn't speak at all. He had become a thirteen-year-old adult. It showed in his eyes that he'd seen far more than many of the kids his age. Hatred shone in the icy blue depths of his eyes. That's all he knew anymore. Not even his grandmother's gentle, slow, unwavering love could make it through the wall Ryot had thrown up around himself.
But then Ryot met Beauty, an ebony mare that had been harmed in her short life. Ryot and Beauty nursed eachother back to some form of health. Ryot would say an occasional word or two, and Beauty was beginning to let people near her again. But then, just before Ryot turned fourteen, Beauty died. He'd lost his father. He'd lost his brother. He'd lost his mother. He'd lost his sister. And now he'd lost his only friend.
Ryot once again pulled back, hiding behind defensive walls and barbed wire. He got pulled into a gang, where he aquired a smoking problem, as well as a booze and drug problem. His grandmother finally took action, pulling him out of public school and sending him to a recovery facility. For a year, Ryot remained in the recovery house. When he emerged, he was no more talkative than before, but he no longer wanted drugs or booze. He craved a f*g [cigarette] but slowly overcame that craving as well.
His grandmother knew about his love for horses and had been searching for a good place. Her seventeen-year-old grandson was better than he'd been in a long time and she decided it was time for him to be sent to Canterbury.
riding expierence: Ryot knows some English and Western, but mostly bareback. He worked for a year with Beauty, his only riding experience, and learned quickly. He secretly wants to excel at riding more than his motorcycle. He had very basic training on Beauty, but knows his way around the barrels. He might be kind of green to the saddle, but he's a formiddable opponent. He sets his mind on doing his best and he does it.
celebrity: josh hartnett.
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ooc name: C
rpg experience: 6 years, humans, cats, horses
other: Nananananananana BATMAN!
sample post: See Caleb or Kaylin Camrak's registration.
character
full name: Ryot Scott King
nicknames: Rye, King, Jaguar
age: 17
grade: junior
clique: Bad ass, all his own. [IDK!]
gender: male
sexuality: straight
family:
'Grandmother Nikki' - grandmother, currently residing with when not in school
Rhiley King - mother, somewhere in Europe
Leya King - sister, living with relatives in Florida
physical appearance: Ryot keeps his hair short, and if it's not short, he feels like he looks like some dirtbag. His eyes are a pale blue, startling in their intensity. Ryot can say anything with a simple look. He can say 'You're an idiot' to 'Why the fuck are you here?' to 'Don't leave.' His cheekbones are the most prominant feature on his face after his strong nose, which appears to have been broken once or twice.
Ryot is tall. At his last measurement, he stood at six feet ten inches. He easily towers over everyone. However, since he's usually sitting here or there, it's not always noticable. Ryot is also incredibly buff. His arms, his stomach, his legs. Everything about him is toned to perfection. And covering all of his muscle is taut, tanned skin. However, it's easy t find scars on him. Moreso around his knuckles than anywhere else. He has a scar on his upper arm from a brawl including knifes, and another on his forehead from a bat.
Ryot sports a few tats. On his left shoulder he has a Celctic knot. On the inside of his wrist, he sports an ankh. His right elbow up and some of his back are covered in a black tribal design, a jaguar woven into the black curls.
www.flickr.com/photos/thetattoostudio/1095199426/
All of these features and little details give you Ryot, Bad-boy Extraordinair.
clothing style: Ryot wears Hollister and Abercrombie and American Eagle. Hell, Ryot wears jeans from Walmart. [not that there's anything wrong with that]. He could care less where he gets his clothes. Just give him a pair of jeans and a tee and VOILA! - Ryot is content. He has a few pairs of shoes: his riding boots, his motorcycle boots, and a pair of sneakers - good for running, *wink*wink.* Ryot doesn't keep any of his good stuff - suits, tuxes, dress shoes, ties, etc - with him at the school. It's all with his grandmother.
likes:
- riding horseback
- riding his motorcycle
- quietness
- dark chocolate
- sketching
- skipping class
dislikes:
- the rippers
- complete silence
- the rippers
- withdrawal
- the rippers
- most people
- theory of Global Warming
- school
- his family
personality: Ryot is a very conserved person. It's hard to get him to talk, let alone have a conversation. He doesn't have a lot of friends, because he doesn't like attachments. They can only end to anger and loneliness, after all. Ryot, not being much of a talker, keeps things in. The only way for Ryot to let out all of his anger is to go really, really, really fast, riding, or blowing up at someone or something. It doesn't matter who, or where, or when. That's how he handles things. So sue him.
Ryot always looks for the best in people while he puts up the front that he only sees the bad. He wants to be able to believe in people, deep down, but because of past experiences finds that hard to do. Life is out to stab you in the back, according to this seventeen-year-old bad-boy. Ryot comes across as this cool, unaffected bad-ass. Nothing can touch him. He's invincible. He's awesome. You're not. But deep down, Ryot is a little boy who grew up way too fast.
history: Ryot's parents met at a riot in Dublin and fell madly in love. Sex was part of the mix, a kid wasn't. From the beginning, Ryot didn't belong. His dad was never around. His mom would leave him in the crib while she went at it with some bastard right there on the floor infront of him. This continued for years, until he found out he had an older brother - Braddock. Ryot, determined to get out of the hell-hole that was his life, went in search of Braddock with the help of a family friend. At age seven, Ryot found his brother.
For three years, everything went swell. Braddock was the greatest big brother, always there for Ryot, keeping him out of harms way, making sure he got good grades, giving him food. But on June 21st everything changed. Ryot came home to find his father sitting in the living room, hands held up, and Braddock brandishing a gun. He watched in horror as Braddock shot their father. Then, Braddock turned to Ryot, said he was sorry and that he'd see him again someday, and ate a bullet. Ryot was only ten.
Child services finally stepped in. Father murdered. Mother unstable. Brother dead from suicide. And now a little sister that had no home. Ryot and Leya were sent to Florida to live with an aunt. For a year, Ryot put up with the beatings he recieved from his uncle. But finally, he couldn't live with it anymore. He was strong and he knew it. So one night when his uncle raised his hand to him, Ryot slugged him, knocking him cold into next week. Needless to say, his aunt wanted him gone. She said Ryot had never been harmed in any way by her husband, and that Leya shouldn't go with him to Cali for he was a bad influence. After only a year of bonding, Ryot and Leya were torn apart.
All stability was long gone for Ryot. He withdrew into himself. Silence was all you'd hear from him. For two years, he wouldn't speak at all. He had become a thirteen-year-old adult. It showed in his eyes that he'd seen far more than many of the kids his age. Hatred shone in the icy blue depths of his eyes. That's all he knew anymore. Not even his grandmother's gentle, slow, unwavering love could make it through the wall Ryot had thrown up around himself.
But then Ryot met Beauty, an ebony mare that had been harmed in her short life. Ryot and Beauty nursed eachother back to some form of health. Ryot would say an occasional word or two, and Beauty was beginning to let people near her again. But then, just before Ryot turned fourteen, Beauty died. He'd lost his father. He'd lost his brother. He'd lost his mother. He'd lost his sister. And now he'd lost his only friend.
Ryot once again pulled back, hiding behind defensive walls and barbed wire. He got pulled into a gang, where he aquired a smoking problem, as well as a booze and drug problem. His grandmother finally took action, pulling him out of public school and sending him to a recovery facility. For a year, Ryot remained in the recovery house. When he emerged, he was no more talkative than before, but he no longer wanted drugs or booze. He craved a f*g [cigarette] but slowly overcame that craving as well.
His grandmother knew about his love for horses and had been searching for a good place. Her seventeen-year-old grandson was better than he'd been in a long time and she decided it was time for him to be sent to Canterbury.
riding expierence: Ryot knows some English and Western, but mostly bareback. He worked for a year with Beauty, his only riding experience, and learned quickly. He secretly wants to excel at riding more than his motorcycle. He had very basic training on Beauty, but knows his way around the barrels. He might be kind of green to the saddle, but he's a formiddable opponent. He sets his mind on doing his best and he does it.
celebrity: josh hartnett.
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