Post by Ryan Corey on May 18, 2007 4:43:30 GMT 7
You You You
Name/Alias/Nickname: Niki
Age:17
Gender:Female
Location: Boston
The Character
Full Name: Ryan Edward Corey
Age:19
D.O.B: May 4th, 1988
P.O.B: Valencia, CA
Gender: Male
Member Group?: Student
Major: Art
Subject Teaching: N/A
Appearance Ryan stands at a average height of five feet and eleven inches. His physical structure aside from that is a bit less than average. All his life he has been rather well off with his weight, hardly ever gaining an ounce of fat; however in the same sense he hardly ever gained an ounce of muscle either. Though he isn't entirely skin so that it looks bad, he just inst an average built for his height.
His hair is a rich dark brown, and hardly ever neatly done; except of course on special occasions. It is always messy, having that rolled out of bed look, and always hanging into his eyes. His eyes are another story entirely, a dark gray green mix, and extremely expressive. If one looked him in the eyes, they could read him completely.
His nose is rather straight, and though it doesn't have a bump or curve, it isn't a button nose; Nor does it hook and put off an ugly appearance, quite the opposite it matches well with his features. Dusted rather lightly across his nose, is a small set of freckles
What Don't They Like About Themselves: [meaning what they don't like about their appearance.] There are quite a few things about his appearance that bothers Ryan, but who doesn't have something that bothers them? It is a sure thing that everyone does. With Ryan it starts with his weight. He had always been skinny, and though he is happy to not be fat, he is rather un-nerved by the amount of muscle he has. Aside from his weight, his freckles bother him a bit. Though he isn't pale enough for them to pop out at someone, he knows they are there and knows that if one looks close enough at him, they will see them.
Celebrity:Gaspard Ulliel
Personality:Ryan has a rather laid back disposition about himself and hardly ever lets the stress of life bring him down. A main quote that the boy seems to live by is, "Life is the art of drawing, without the eraser; sometimes you must take the mistakes and make them into something more, " and that is exactly what he does. If something in his life goes wrong, whether it be in school, work or even family and Love, he will take it and built from it, rather than dwell on it. He is often loud, humerus and caring, as well as clumsy; but when deep in thought or in complete comfort he will slink into a silence.
Though Out going and laid back as he can be, Ryan still has a bit of that shy little boy he used to be, running around inside of him. When pressed into a situation that is deemed uncomfortable, he can become extremely quiet and jumpy. In situations such as this, he will attempt to talk, but will often have trouble finding words, and turn a bit red in the face from embarrassment; a trait that hardly happens with him.
Hobbies/Interests:
+Skateboarding
+Drawing
+Photography
+Music
+Hanging out with friends
+Baseball
Likes:
+Smoking
+Girls
+Music
+Art
+Cold Weather
+Rain
+Dogs
+Candy
+Trucks
Dislikes:
+Rap music
+Liars
+Cinnamon gum
+Peppers
+Alcohol
Flaws:
+Smoking
+Being Clumsy
+isn't serious enough about things.
History:In Valencia, California, on May 4th 1988, Ryan Corey was born to Elizabeth Grassman, and Lucas Corey. Lucas was a Sophomore at the College of the Cannons, and Elizabeth had Just finished her senior year at Valencia High. Neither one were exactly ready for a child, but Unlike Lucas, Elizabeth refused to pass him up.
Going through with the delivery, without Lucas by her side, Elizabeth died only a few minutes after Ryan's Birth.
Due to her death it was up to Lucas to decide the fate of the child. It would either be put up for adoption, or a family member of Lucas would care after it. Being that Lucais's sister Patricia, Already had a child of her own, He had the child sent to live with her. His decision shocked many, for he in the first place wanted to abort the child. However, during the time of the birth, Lucas appeared to come to his senses as he arrived at the hospital, moments after the fate took its course.
Patricia, However lived out in New York City, having moved their once she graduated to, 'get a new start.' As Ryan grew up, he became a person much like his mother was, and though he sometimes feels a stab of regret for being the cause of her death, he knows that he could live of her memory. The emotions often felt toward this situation and the people around him, often show through his artwork, and it wasn't until his Junior year in high school, that he realized that he wanted to go to school for art.
RP Example:(at least two paragraphs)
On the rock he knelt, One foot keeping his knee stable, while the other helped support with the mere toe of the black converse shoe. Eyes bright with excitement scanned the area before the large rock, before they slowly made their way to hide behind the lens of a camera. Soft hands held the camera, as they eyes looked through at the shore line. It was the perfect image, a great shot to send to add to his portfolio. Ryan always did like the beach. In one quick motion, a bright flash went off, washing out his vision for a moment before it all came into focus.
It was done, his perfect picture complete. Steadily getting to his feet, the dark haired boy brushed his hands off on his jeans and squinted as the warm breeze hit across his face. It was getting late, and he was sure that he would need to head to dinner before he missed it, Not because of the food, but more so because of the person he was going to meet; and perhaps because of the food. With a gentle nod to the shoreline, as if giving a small farewell to a friend, Ryan strapped his camera into his bag and hooked it over his shoulder before tentatively making his way across the rocks.