Post by stupidkiid on Nov 15, 2009 18:24:40 GMT -4
Name: Ryan Alexander Glintz
Nickname: Rye, Ryan, whatever.
Gender: Male, obviously.
Age: Just turned eighteen.
Year: Four.
Sexual Orientation: Straight. Why would I want to be gay when I have girls constantly lusting after me?
Relationship Status: Single, thank god!
Religious Beliefs: None of those help me in the long run.
Appearance/Wardrobe: I'm the perfect combination of muscular and not. I'm not body builder material, but I do have a fair share of muscle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even show you sometime ;] My eyes are a rather vibrant blue, and my hair is a dirty blonde, cut to look rather shaggy. The ladies love it. I'm around six feet tall, towering over most of my lady friends. I've been told I have nice cheekbones, but I don't really know what that means. It's nice knowing that at least something about me is considered nice. I usually just wear faded or torn jeans with some sort of plain shirt, I don't usually do crazy colors. They start to make me feel sick after a while.
Personality: I'm very laid back and happy for the most part, but there aer days when I'm a complete asshat to everyone around me. I get gloomy sometimes, and no one can cheer me up when I get like that. It's hard for me to open up to people, because I'm used to being by myself. I don't usually let people in quickly, because I worry that I'll regret it later on. I have a rather tough outer shell, but once you crack through, you'll see that I'm a pretty happy, silly, interesting person. Get to know me, it won't hurt you too much.
History: I grew up in a normal enough household, except for the fact that my dad left when I was only ten years old. That caused me to be a little bit of a rebel. I won't lie, I've been to jail. Not for anything big, just stupid things like trespassing and assault.. Nothing too big at least. I've changed though, I swear. I'm just a big of a hothead when I get angry, and that caused the whole 'assault' problem. I don't want to talk about my past anymore though, so if you want to ask, get to know me and I'll eventually tell you.
Strengths/Talents/Skills: Piano-playing is one of my many many talents, but I don't usually show people that I'm talented at playing until I know them well. My musical abilities are usually hidden when I'm around girls, and instead I just show off with other things. I'm also a guitar player, and I write a lot. Sometimes poems, but mostly lyrics or just random things.. No one ever sees what I write though, so if I show you, it means I really care about you and trust you.
Weaknesses: I don't open up to people easily, and I have a tendency to think of girls as nothing more than a playtoy. I'm trying to get better with that though, and so far it's going well.
Other: I've got my lip pierced in snakebites, hot eh? Every girl I get with says how they make my kisses way better. I've also got a tattoo along my side that looks like it's ripped open and you can see my 'insides'. Doesn't that sound poetic?
RP example: Bright blue eyes scanned the waiting room from where Ryan say, impatiently passing his keys from one hand to the other, waiting for Irina's appointment to be over. He couldn't believe the situation he had managed to get himself into, and wanted to bash his own head in whenever he thought about it. She was pregnant, and it was his fault. Or at least, he thought it was his fault. She had told him he had been her first and only, so he couldn't really blame it on anyone else. They had used protection though, he had made sure of it. He couldn't be a dad yet, that was crazy! He was only eighteen. No one his age was ready for that sort of step, thats why his dad had been left. He was only 16 when Ryan was born, and couldn't handle the pressures of being a dad anymore. It made sense. But Ryan couldn't do that, not to Rina. She was too important to him. He would stay with her through it, as hard as it would be.
Nickname: Rye, Ryan, whatever.
Gender: Male, obviously.
Age: Just turned eighteen.
Year: Four.
Sexual Orientation: Straight. Why would I want to be gay when I have girls constantly lusting after me?
Relationship Status: Single, thank god!
Religious Beliefs: None of those help me in the long run.
Appearance/Wardrobe: I'm the perfect combination of muscular and not. I'm not body builder material, but I do have a fair share of muscle. Maybe if you're lucky I'll even show you sometime ;] My eyes are a rather vibrant blue, and my hair is a dirty blonde, cut to look rather shaggy. The ladies love it. I'm around six feet tall, towering over most of my lady friends. I've been told I have nice cheekbones, but I don't really know what that means. It's nice knowing that at least something about me is considered nice. I usually just wear faded or torn jeans with some sort of plain shirt, I don't usually do crazy colors. They start to make me feel sick after a while.
Personality: I'm very laid back and happy for the most part, but there aer days when I'm a complete asshat to everyone around me. I get gloomy sometimes, and no one can cheer me up when I get like that. It's hard for me to open up to people, because I'm used to being by myself. I don't usually let people in quickly, because I worry that I'll regret it later on. I have a rather tough outer shell, but once you crack through, you'll see that I'm a pretty happy, silly, interesting person. Get to know me, it won't hurt you too much.
History: I grew up in a normal enough household, except for the fact that my dad left when I was only ten years old. That caused me to be a little bit of a rebel. I won't lie, I've been to jail. Not for anything big, just stupid things like trespassing and assault.. Nothing too big at least. I've changed though, I swear. I'm just a big of a hothead when I get angry, and that caused the whole 'assault' problem. I don't want to talk about my past anymore though, so if you want to ask, get to know me and I'll eventually tell you.
Strengths/Talents/Skills: Piano-playing is one of my many many talents, but I don't usually show people that I'm talented at playing until I know them well. My musical abilities are usually hidden when I'm around girls, and instead I just show off with other things. I'm also a guitar player, and I write a lot. Sometimes poems, but mostly lyrics or just random things.. No one ever sees what I write though, so if I show you, it means I really care about you and trust you.
Weaknesses: I don't open up to people easily, and I have a tendency to think of girls as nothing more than a playtoy. I'm trying to get better with that though, and so far it's going well.
Other: I've got my lip pierced in snakebites, hot eh? Every girl I get with says how they make my kisses way better. I've also got a tattoo along my side that looks like it's ripped open and you can see my 'insides'. Doesn't that sound poetic?
RP example: Bright blue eyes scanned the waiting room from where Ryan say, impatiently passing his keys from one hand to the other, waiting for Irina's appointment to be over. He couldn't believe the situation he had managed to get himself into, and wanted to bash his own head in whenever he thought about it. She was pregnant, and it was his fault. Or at least, he thought it was his fault. She had told him he had been her first and only, so he couldn't really blame it on anyone else. They had used protection though, he had made sure of it. He couldn't be a dad yet, that was crazy! He was only eighteen. No one his age was ready for that sort of step, thats why his dad had been left. He was only 16 when Ryan was born, and couldn't handle the pressures of being a dad anymore. It made sense. But Ryan couldn't do that, not to Rina. She was too important to him. He would stay with her through it, as hard as it would be.
