Post by Waddle on Jun 23, 2010 7:46:36 GMT -5
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Name: Ryan Jason Sean
Age: 24
Height: 6'7", looks 6'2"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Hunter
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Dislikes:
Wants:
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Appearence:Ryan's hair is greasy, wild and jet black, naturally, of course, and reaches down to just brush his shoulders. It is greasy because he doesn't bathe regularly, and that's just about the only sign that he doesn't bathe much. His eyebrows are thick and broad, a distinct and defining feature. Just below them are light green eyes. He wears a goatee on his chin and two earings, one in each ear. Because he always hunches over, he looks shorter than he really is by a handful of inches. Even though he is very tall, he only rarely ever uses it to his advantage. Exhaustion is plain on his face from lack of sleep; dark shadows remain ever-constant under his eyes. Malnutrition along with God knows what else keeps him extremely thin and weak. Trying to read his face is near impossible - all you will see is sleeplessness with a maniac glint in his eyes.
Multiple tattoos cover Ryan's arms that reside anywhere from his wrists to his shoulders, and a distinctive red X tattoo is placed on the back of his neck. Along with that, the words "Will you swear on your life that no one will cry at my funeral?" are inked in on his right forearm, but that doesn't cover half of his tattoos. If you hear the gentle clinking of metal, it's Ryan's mecanical hand, looking quite like something straight of a Terminator movie. Halfway down his right forearm, his hand is simply gone. In its place resides a the mechanical hand, fashioned by his half sister's boyfriend and their adopted son. He usually keeps his hand stuffed in a pocket to hide the shiny metal. It is hard to tell about his clothing other than the ankle-length black trench coat that is pulled tight around his thin frame. In the pockets of the trench coat reside two long knives and a 9mm pistol. Though he mostly goes barefooted, he wears his black combat boots occasionally. The old scars he bears from beatings are well covered.
Personality: Ryan... has many problems. Mentally. Three that have actually had a name put to them. For one, he is schizophrenic. When he becomes overly-stressed or scared, he will often hallucinate and see people long dead, people he's never seen before, people he doesn't know. Two voices are ever-constant in the back of his head. One calls himself Nedd, and sounds like a complete redneck. The other calls herself simply D. They both seem to like Ryan, and he likes them in return. A third voice has recently surfaced - a young girl who named herself Felicity. She is smart, but shy. Ryan has to pursuade her into talking to him, which happens often as Nedd and D seem to leave him alone with her. Ryan also has OCD. Things always have to be a certain way around him. He likes things neat and tidy, and spends hour upon hour intently sharpening and polishing the two knives he carries. On top of those two, he is an insomniac, and doesn't sleep for more than half an hour at most at a time. He can pretty much sleep anywhere.
He is very emotionless and heartless. You can see it in his eyes. They look weary, yet sharp and focused. If you ever see him smile... you might want to be running, because he's probably about to hurt you for money. That's right. He's a hit man. A good one, too. Ryan is self-governing and ferocious, poised, always ready for action. Some might even say he's graceful, if they look at the way he sets his feet carefully and watches where he walks. Ryan is an aggressive, uncontrollable guy if he gets angry, feels crowded in or becomes stressed, the last option being the most common. He will lash out verbally and physically, the latter option being the most common. He is very stubborn when he gets his mind set on things, which is uncommon, and is blunt and straightforward, never dodging around the bush. He finds such acts very stressful and tiring, as well as boring. He can be quite uncertain, and always has this feeling that he wasn't supposed to be born, that even God hated him. He is usually a very dark person, rarely talks, and one desire he often craves is to kill someone. Their pain somehow gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.
Theme Song(s):
Mother: Emma Daniels
Father: Jason Sean
Siblings: August Frost (half sister), Journey Ross (half sister), and Vaughn Jasper (half brother), and "JJ" Jason Sean Jr. (half brother), AND Flaire Sage (half sister)
Family of Note: None
History: Ryan's mother left when he was only two years old, and both she and Ryan's father were only 18. She had had Ryan when she was 16, a complete accident she had tried to see the good in, and never could. When Jason began to abuse her physically and sexually, she left. Jason started drinking heavily. He lost his job, and took out his anger on Ryan. Ryan grew up, abused and beaten every day. He had been horribly OCD all his life, but due to the environment he lived in, he developed insomnia and schizophrenia. After the three had plenty of times to manifest themselves in his body, they made his life worse. He couldn't focus or sleep and couldn't help doing the things he did a lot. Most kids, if they had a bad situation at home, could go to school to get away. Most kids, if they had a bad situation at school, could go to home to get away. Everywhere seemed like a living hell to Ryan. As he got older, around 10, he started smoking because he didn't know anything better, and getting into fights because he couldn't take his anger out on anyone but the people at school. He always did this behind his father's back though, too scared of what would happen to him if his father found out.
One day, when Ryan was 14, Jason smelled the cigarette smoke on his breath and clothes. He grew so angry that he beat Ryan more than usual. A lot more. Ryan was knocked unconscious, thankfully, after what felt like forever. He had strange, confused dreams about something he had been dreaming about for a long time now. But this time, he was asleep long enough for the tiger to speak to him. It was not a happy kitty. At first, it cursed at him for never sleeping, saying that he should have known what it was about to say. When Ryan snapped that it should go ahead and spill whatever he needed to know, it spoke of a war between Hunters and Innocents in a town called Noatak. It was barely finished when Ryan woke up in the hospital. It had been just a dream, he told himself. He distracted his panicking mind by talking to the doctors and nurses. He had almost died, they said. Blood loss, they said. They gave him such pitying looks. He felt like he didn't deserve their pity. He felt like he was just a piece of trash, just a burden to everybody. And he told them that. They denied. They tried to sooth him, but it was impossible. The scars had run too deep, and, as the saying goes, scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. But as stupid as the government is, they gave his father one more chance, and, after Ryan had recovered, he was sent back to a house that would never be home, to a father that would always be an abusive, horrible man.
But Ryan fought back now. He had been changed during that hospital stay. He wasn't going to take his anger out on the innocent kids at school anymore. He was sick of it. His father had made him into someone that most kids his age weren't. An animal, a beast, wanting only one thing - revenge. He got his only friends, his two knives he often had considered taking his own life with, and slit his father's throat. He watched, emotionless, pitiless as his father sank to the floor, looking startled back up into his face and whispered, "I'm sorry, Ryan." Ryan's answer was, "No you're not, you bastard." Once his father was dead, he ripped up the wooden floorboards in the kitchen, stowed the body underneath, then replaced the boards, nailing them back, and left the house, with only his knives and, just to spite the man he had just killed, took both his father's prized Vintage acoustic guitar and his Gibson electric guitar.
The real Jason Sean was outside, at a window, watching Ryan, unable to believe what he was seeing. His son was completely insane. Jason always knew his son had problems, but had never believed they were this serious. He was stunned so deeply that he couldn't move for several minutes after Ryan had left. Then he went to the police station, trying to explain that his son had run away, and was completely dellusional. Instead of helping him, they arrested him. The search parties they sent after the boy were unsuccessful in uncovering anything. Not a peep was heard from him for ten years.
Ryan taught himself to play guitar to earn a living. It wasn't much, but it kept him alive, and he quite enjoyed the music, something he normally didn't hear. He was used to being more of a gutter rat. He could make up for a lot of the nights spent on the side of the road rather than in his bed at that place by the fact that he was away from his father. Eventually, he earned enough money for an amplifier for the Gibson. He must have been pretty decent, because he was able to survive. He would pretend to be a year older than he was, had a fake address, house number, a fake everything, so he could get a job as a waiter at a restaurant. It was a fight for survival, he, the hunted animal. And he was determined to win. His disorders rarely hindered him, though they were always there. The only oddity in this monotonous struggle to live was the boy named Skar.
One night, when Ryan was about 17, he was pacing restlessly around whatever town he found himself in. He heard a commotion and went to a dark alleyway, where a group of seven thugs had cornered a young boy, holding him at gunpoint. Ryan drew a knife and threw it. The knife went through the man's wrist and stuck itself into the wooden wall, the gun dropping. Then both Ryan and the boy attacked, beating the men off. The two soon became as close as brothers, Ryan protecting and supporting Skar, though the boy needed little of each. Skar also provided a way for Ryan to stay as sane as he could stay, just by getting his mind off his own problems. They had a lot in common. They were with each other for about a year only, however. Ryan knew that the law was coming closer to finding an alleged murder any day now. Often times, he would have them both move cities or just apartments to a new location. But the threat was only a fiction of Ryan's imagination. He didn't want Skar getting hurt by his own doings. One night, he packed up and left, not seeing Skar again for a long, long time.
Ryan enlisted in the Army, serving for four years. He was under an alias, of course. 'Ryan Sean' was wanted for first degree murder (or so he thought). He disliked both his real name and any other name he came up with. So he settled for 'James Fletcher'. He didn't have to use any focus while pulling the trigger of a gun. He had already taken one (imaginary) life, and he almost enjoyed killing his enemies. He was distant from the others. He was never friendly, and any kind greeting or offer for help was coldly rejected. If anyone began to ask about his personal life or his past, he would refuse to answer and simply walk away. After those four years, he spent a month renting rooms at motels and playing for people. It was around that time that Ryan first met his mental companions, Nedd and D. They explained upright that they were simply hallucinations, and he didn't mind them being there. He had no doubt in the world as to what he had ever done, and he didn't ask anything of them. They always gaving him pitying looks.
Ryan re-enlisted. But this time, things went differently. His whole company except for him and three other people were killed in a battle. The other survivors were Conner Artuto, more of a tactician and planner than a soldier; Steven Mackenzie, a goofy man who had been the leader of his platoon; and Raizo Yung. The latter was a questionable addition to the Army; he was a young Korean, considered a prisoner of war, more or less. Conner had saved his life twice, and Raizo believed he needed to repay it.
The four continued with the mission - to capture the enemy commander alive. They did so, and quite easily. For this, they were made an official team, and were sent back out on multiple missions. Ryan kept himself from being friendly to his new teammates, but that didn't stop them from being nice to him. Ryan's dreams about a war still haunted him, but he was living a war, and he ignored those dreams. When he did actually sleep, he was almost unconscious, and rarely dreamed. Sometimes, Raizo would knock him unconscious or use some ninja move to paralize him to keep him from pacing the nights away.
The shock of being framed and kicked out of the Army had every member of the team reeling. One second, Steven and Conner were joking and laughing, Raizo and Ryan were smiling at their foolishness, and the next, they were all surrounded by men dressed as US Army members with guns lowered at their chests. On accusations of betrayal and murder of several Army officials, they sentenced all four men to life in prison. Raizo was the first to recover, and the first to have plans made. They were being flown in a small plane back to the States to be placed in prison. Besides the four of them, there were only six guards and the pilot on the plane. Without discussion, Raizo broke himself out of his restraints and took down all six guards and unlocked the other three acussed. They all knew that it was either this or life in prison. So, with nowhere else to go, no one to go to, Ryan decided to follow his dreams north, to Canada. It was easy to convince the other three to come too, without telling them about talismans. They would have thought him mad (more so than they thought he already was). A small town, few people, what could go wrong? Only everything.
Talisman: White Siberian Tiger
Description: Almost four feet tall, roughly twelve feet long (tail included), and 500 pounds, Ryan's talisman is a creature both terrible and beautiful. His pure size and weight makes it a force to be reckoned with. With a white coat striped with black, he can blend in easily in the snow, but not well anywhere else. Thick fur keeps him warm in the coldest weather, but hot any other time. He is graceful and dangerous, uncontrollable and self-governing. He will go where he wants, when he wants.
Your Name: Sammi
Your Experience: 2 years
Other Characters: Journey Ross and Evan Ikron
How You Found Us: Advertising
Code: Cunningwolf
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Name: Ryan Jason Sean
Age: 24
Height: 6'7", looks 6'2"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Hunter
Likes:
- Darkness
- Permanence
- Family
- Peaceful places
- Music
Dislikes:
- People
- Water
- Bright lights
- Hospitals & Meds
Wants:
- To be alone
- To protect his the people he cares about
- Emmie *winkwink*
- Sleep
- To be in control of himself
Fears:
- Sleep
- Total silence
- The people in his head
- His father
- Belonging to someone
- Losing the things or people he's close to
Appearence:Ryan's hair is greasy, wild and jet black, naturally, of course, and reaches down to just brush his shoulders. It is greasy because he doesn't bathe regularly, and that's just about the only sign that he doesn't bathe much. His eyebrows are thick and broad, a distinct and defining feature. Just below them are light green eyes. He wears a goatee on his chin and two earings, one in each ear. Because he always hunches over, he looks shorter than he really is by a handful of inches. Even though he is very tall, he only rarely ever uses it to his advantage. Exhaustion is plain on his face from lack of sleep; dark shadows remain ever-constant under his eyes. Malnutrition along with God knows what else keeps him extremely thin and weak. Trying to read his face is near impossible - all you will see is sleeplessness with a maniac glint in his eyes.
Multiple tattoos cover Ryan's arms that reside anywhere from his wrists to his shoulders, and a distinctive red X tattoo is placed on the back of his neck. Along with that, the words "Will you swear on your life that no one will cry at my funeral?" are inked in on his right forearm, but that doesn't cover half of his tattoos. If you hear the gentle clinking of metal, it's Ryan's mecanical hand, looking quite like something straight of a Terminator movie. Halfway down his right forearm, his hand is simply gone. In its place resides a the mechanical hand, fashioned by his half sister's boyfriend and their adopted son. He usually keeps his hand stuffed in a pocket to hide the shiny metal. It is hard to tell about his clothing other than the ankle-length black trench coat that is pulled tight around his thin frame. In the pockets of the trench coat reside two long knives and a 9mm pistol. Though he mostly goes barefooted, he wears his black combat boots occasionally. The old scars he bears from beatings are well covered.
Personality: Ryan... has many problems. Mentally. Three that have actually had a name put to them. For one, he is schizophrenic. When he becomes overly-stressed or scared, he will often hallucinate and see people long dead, people he's never seen before, people he doesn't know. Two voices are ever-constant in the back of his head. One calls himself Nedd, and sounds like a complete redneck. The other calls herself simply D. They both seem to like Ryan, and he likes them in return. A third voice has recently surfaced - a young girl who named herself Felicity. She is smart, but shy. Ryan has to pursuade her into talking to him, which happens often as Nedd and D seem to leave him alone with her. Ryan also has OCD. Things always have to be a certain way around him. He likes things neat and tidy, and spends hour upon hour intently sharpening and polishing the two knives he carries. On top of those two, he is an insomniac, and doesn't sleep for more than half an hour at most at a time. He can pretty much sleep anywhere.
He is very emotionless and heartless. You can see it in his eyes. They look weary, yet sharp and focused. If you ever see him smile... you might want to be running, because he's probably about to hurt you for money. That's right. He's a hit man. A good one, too. Ryan is self-governing and ferocious, poised, always ready for action. Some might even say he's graceful, if they look at the way he sets his feet carefully and watches where he walks. Ryan is an aggressive, uncontrollable guy if he gets angry, feels crowded in or becomes stressed, the last option being the most common. He will lash out verbally and physically, the latter option being the most common. He is very stubborn when he gets his mind set on things, which is uncommon, and is blunt and straightforward, never dodging around the bush. He finds such acts very stressful and tiring, as well as boring. He can be quite uncertain, and always has this feeling that he wasn't supposed to be born, that even God hated him. He is usually a very dark person, rarely talks, and one desire he often craves is to kill someone. Their pain somehow gives him a sick sense of satisfaction.
Theme Song(s):
- Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace
- Life Is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M.
- Gotta Get Away - The Offspring
Mother: Emma Daniels
Father: Jason Sean
Siblings: August Frost (half sister), Journey Ross (half sister), and Vaughn Jasper (half brother), and "JJ" Jason Sean Jr. (half brother), AND Flaire Sage (half sister)
Family of Note: None
History: Ryan's mother left when he was only two years old, and both she and Ryan's father were only 18. She had had Ryan when she was 16, a complete accident she had tried to see the good in, and never could. When Jason began to abuse her physically and sexually, she left. Jason started drinking heavily. He lost his job, and took out his anger on Ryan. Ryan grew up, abused and beaten every day. He had been horribly OCD all his life, but due to the environment he lived in, he developed insomnia and schizophrenia. After the three had plenty of times to manifest themselves in his body, they made his life worse. He couldn't focus or sleep and couldn't help doing the things he did a lot. Most kids, if they had a bad situation at home, could go to school to get away. Most kids, if they had a bad situation at school, could go to home to get away. Everywhere seemed like a living hell to Ryan. As he got older, around 10, he started smoking because he didn't know anything better, and getting into fights because he couldn't take his anger out on anyone but the people at school. He always did this behind his father's back though, too scared of what would happen to him if his father found out.
One day, when Ryan was 14, Jason smelled the cigarette smoke on his breath and clothes. He grew so angry that he beat Ryan more than usual. A lot more. Ryan was knocked unconscious, thankfully, after what felt like forever. He had strange, confused dreams about something he had been dreaming about for a long time now. But this time, he was asleep long enough for the tiger to speak to him. It was not a happy kitty. At first, it cursed at him for never sleeping, saying that he should have known what it was about to say. When Ryan snapped that it should go ahead and spill whatever he needed to know, it spoke of a war between Hunters and Innocents in a town called Noatak. It was barely finished when Ryan woke up in the hospital. It had been just a dream, he told himself. He distracted his panicking mind by talking to the doctors and nurses. He had almost died, they said. Blood loss, they said. They gave him such pitying looks. He felt like he didn't deserve their pity. He felt like he was just a piece of trash, just a burden to everybody. And he told them that. They denied. They tried to sooth him, but it was impossible. The scars had run too deep, and, as the saying goes, scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. But as stupid as the government is, they gave his father one more chance, and, after Ryan had recovered, he was sent back to a house that would never be home, to a father that would always be an abusive, horrible man.
But Ryan fought back now. He had been changed during that hospital stay. He wasn't going to take his anger out on the innocent kids at school anymore. He was sick of it. His father had made him into someone that most kids his age weren't. An animal, a beast, wanting only one thing - revenge. He got his only friends, his two knives he often had considered taking his own life with, and slit his father's throat. He watched, emotionless, pitiless as his father sank to the floor, looking startled back up into his face and whispered, "I'm sorry, Ryan." Ryan's answer was, "No you're not, you bastard." Once his father was dead, he ripped up the wooden floorboards in the kitchen, stowed the body underneath, then replaced the boards, nailing them back, and left the house, with only his knives and, just to spite the man he had just killed, took both his father's prized Vintage acoustic guitar and his Gibson electric guitar.
The real Jason Sean was outside, at a window, watching Ryan, unable to believe what he was seeing. His son was completely insane. Jason always knew his son had problems, but had never believed they were this serious. He was stunned so deeply that he couldn't move for several minutes after Ryan had left. Then he went to the police station, trying to explain that his son had run away, and was completely dellusional. Instead of helping him, they arrested him. The search parties they sent after the boy were unsuccessful in uncovering anything. Not a peep was heard from him for ten years.
Ryan taught himself to play guitar to earn a living. It wasn't much, but it kept him alive, and he quite enjoyed the music, something he normally didn't hear. He was used to being more of a gutter rat. He could make up for a lot of the nights spent on the side of the road rather than in his bed at that place by the fact that he was away from his father. Eventually, he earned enough money for an amplifier for the Gibson. He must have been pretty decent, because he was able to survive. He would pretend to be a year older than he was, had a fake address, house number, a fake everything, so he could get a job as a waiter at a restaurant. It was a fight for survival, he, the hunted animal. And he was determined to win. His disorders rarely hindered him, though they were always there. The only oddity in this monotonous struggle to live was the boy named Skar.
One night, when Ryan was about 17, he was pacing restlessly around whatever town he found himself in. He heard a commotion and went to a dark alleyway, where a group of seven thugs had cornered a young boy, holding him at gunpoint. Ryan drew a knife and threw it. The knife went through the man's wrist and stuck itself into the wooden wall, the gun dropping. Then both Ryan and the boy attacked, beating the men off. The two soon became as close as brothers, Ryan protecting and supporting Skar, though the boy needed little of each. Skar also provided a way for Ryan to stay as sane as he could stay, just by getting his mind off his own problems. They had a lot in common. They were with each other for about a year only, however. Ryan knew that the law was coming closer to finding an alleged murder any day now. Often times, he would have them both move cities or just apartments to a new location. But the threat was only a fiction of Ryan's imagination. He didn't want Skar getting hurt by his own doings. One night, he packed up and left, not seeing Skar again for a long, long time.
Ryan enlisted in the Army, serving for four years. He was under an alias, of course. 'Ryan Sean' was wanted for first degree murder (or so he thought). He disliked both his real name and any other name he came up with. So he settled for 'James Fletcher'. He didn't have to use any focus while pulling the trigger of a gun. He had already taken one (imaginary) life, and he almost enjoyed killing his enemies. He was distant from the others. He was never friendly, and any kind greeting or offer for help was coldly rejected. If anyone began to ask about his personal life or his past, he would refuse to answer and simply walk away. After those four years, he spent a month renting rooms at motels and playing for people. It was around that time that Ryan first met his mental companions, Nedd and D. They explained upright that they were simply hallucinations, and he didn't mind them being there. He had no doubt in the world as to what he had ever done, and he didn't ask anything of them. They always gaving him pitying looks.
Ryan re-enlisted. But this time, things went differently. His whole company except for him and three other people were killed in a battle. The other survivors were Conner Artuto, more of a tactician and planner than a soldier; Steven Mackenzie, a goofy man who had been the leader of his platoon; and Raizo Yung. The latter was a questionable addition to the Army; he was a young Korean, considered a prisoner of war, more or less. Conner had saved his life twice, and Raizo believed he needed to repay it.
The four continued with the mission - to capture the enemy commander alive. They did so, and quite easily. For this, they were made an official team, and were sent back out on multiple missions. Ryan kept himself from being friendly to his new teammates, but that didn't stop them from being nice to him. Ryan's dreams about a war still haunted him, but he was living a war, and he ignored those dreams. When he did actually sleep, he was almost unconscious, and rarely dreamed. Sometimes, Raizo would knock him unconscious or use some ninja move to paralize him to keep him from pacing the nights away.
The shock of being framed and kicked out of the Army had every member of the team reeling. One second, Steven and Conner were joking and laughing, Raizo and Ryan were smiling at their foolishness, and the next, they were all surrounded by men dressed as US Army members with guns lowered at their chests. On accusations of betrayal and murder of several Army officials, they sentenced all four men to life in prison. Raizo was the first to recover, and the first to have plans made. They were being flown in a small plane back to the States to be placed in prison. Besides the four of them, there were only six guards and the pilot on the plane. Without discussion, Raizo broke himself out of his restraints and took down all six guards and unlocked the other three acussed. They all knew that it was either this or life in prison. So, with nowhere else to go, no one to go to, Ryan decided to follow his dreams north, to Canada. It was easy to convince the other three to come too, without telling them about talismans. They would have thought him mad (more so than they thought he already was). A small town, few people, what could go wrong? Only everything.
Talisman: White Siberian Tiger
Description: Almost four feet tall, roughly twelve feet long (tail included), and 500 pounds, Ryan's talisman is a creature both terrible and beautiful. His pure size and weight makes it a force to be reckoned with. With a white coat striped with black, he can blend in easily in the snow, but not well anywhere else. Thick fur keeps him warm in the coldest weather, but hot any other time. He is graceful and dangerous, uncontrollable and self-governing. He will go where he wants, when he wants.
Your Name: Sammi
Your Experience: 2 years
Other Characters: Journey Ross and Evan Ikron
How You Found Us: Advertising
Code: Cunningwolf
