Post by Ryan Rierchen on Sept 13, 2007 13:39:58 GMT -6
Full Name;; Ryan Andre` Rierchen
Username;; ryan
Age;; 20
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior?;; Junior
Personality [at least three paragraphs];;
He is vain, arrogant and selfish. He's very into sports, mainly because he sees it as an excuse to show off. He feels as though he is quite superior to others. He walks around as if he controls the world. He is also really selective with his friends and especially the girls he chooses to date because he is sure he can get any girl he fancies, That's the reason why he will settle for nothing less than what he deems worthy, he figures that love will come later.
He is also preoccupied about appearances. He doesn't need to hide anything about his appearance, but he hates people who say that appearance is not the most important thing. To him, appearance is everything. He is convinced that he can get every girl he wants, not that it always works that way. He is not one to take rejection well, and in an effort to get what he wants his selfish side comes out.
Once he has what or who he wants, he is possessive of it until he tires of it. Though the aforementioned is true, Ryan is a pretty laid back guy. He loves to go out and party with people. He lives most days like it is his last, just so it is always a good time.He tries to not let much get to him but his patience is very thin and breaks easily. One might go as far as to say he was promiscuous, though tell him that and you might not leave on your feet.
Appearance [at least two paragraphs];;
hair color; brown
height & weight; 6'1" 180lbs
style; Always in the latest thing. Style is something he is beyond obsessed with. High end designers are the only thing he likes more than his own reflection.
His hair is between dark blonde and light brown depending on the light he's in. His eyes are a strange shade of hazel green, green in some lights and brown in others. Also his eye color depends vastly on his mood. The odd Hair/eye combination comes from being of italian/irish/ french descent and according to his mother, nature couldn't decide which was best so it chose all three. He is a far cry from being pretty, but he is attractive. most of that is due to his rarely found smile.
He doesn't smile alot, but when he does it lights up his whole aura and makes him seem less formidable. he has a myriad of masks he employs so that nobody can ever really tell what he's thinking unless they know him well. His body language is often either predatory or defensive in a given situation and it's a rare occasion indeed when he'll just relax around someone. He's not the best built man on earth, but he's working on it. Perfection takes time and he's willing to wait that long.
Picture of character;;
Who is your celeb?;; Jensen Ackles
History [at least two paragraphs];;
He was born on Feb 29 in Beverly Hills, California. He is the oldest of the twins and has lead somewhat of a charmed life, always getting everything he ever wanted, sometimes before he even had to ask for it. He has a desire to prove himself, or rather prove others less, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge and will do anything to do so and gain it. Don't, however, stereotype him for he has charm, wit, and good looks to match.
The looks he got from his mother, the wit and the charm from his father. He has somewhat of an addictive personality, drawn to experiment with and use all things forbidden. His brother, though younger often was a bad influence, drawing him into situations he normally wouldn't have found himself. The years passed too swiftly it seemed, and soon enough he was in his early teens, going through puberty and the rebellious stage.
During this time he lobbied his parents to let him go to "normal" school, rather than being home-schooled, and eventually won that right, attending school like everyone else.
Needless to say, he was soon regretting his decision to attend public school and warned his brother against going. This sort of thing continued to high school, where he was labeled and dismissed as a stereotype, a thing he refused to put up with for long. Soon enough he had developed deeper feelings but didn't show them, not wanting to let someone in that far. So here he is, in the so called best school in the world, struggling to survive.
Likes;;
Himself
Getting his own way
Showing off
being the centre of attention
people who have a sense of humor
adventure
danger
Dislikes;;
opposition
someone taking something or someone that he has claimed as rightfully his.
hysterics
optimism
pessimism
refined sugar
habits;
Rambling
Hitting on anything that moves
slacking
being easily distracted
making incorrect assumptions about people
talents;
Art (Sketching, etc)
Writing
Martial Arts
Sample RP;;
(From another site)
Blaise had skipped dinner today, he wasn't much in the mood to eat and besides who knew what the House elves had been putting in the food? Shaking his head of that disgusting thought, he just continued observing the grounds from where he'd been sitting under a tree. things felt more at peace when there were only a few scattered people here and there. Sunset, he hated sunset. When night fell it seemed as though the world was dead for eight hours. Not many creatures, or people for that matter tended to be nocturnal. Even the sun, the main life-giving energy source hopped-off.
Nightfall was usually when he began his rounds, it was the only real time things were quiet enough to gather your thoughts and do what you felt like doing rather than what you were told to do. He heard someone walking across the lawns, stood up and turned around in the direction of the noise. Slowly he craned his neck away from the massive tree trunk to see who it was, hoping it wasn't another barmy Hufflepuff. He'd dealt with more than his share of them the previous year. Fortunately for him, it was only a Gryffindor. Going strictly by haircolor, he would have sworn it was probably Ginny Weasley. His mind knew better as he looked a moment longer. He came out from behind the tree and moved to stand in front of it.
Watching people go about their normal business without him announcing his presence was a bad habit of his. He was neither a voyeur or a gossip hound, he simply found people fascinating and especially this person in particular. Outside of their few chats, he'd never bothered or wanted to bother giving her a second glance, but something was different. Most girls he saw as a cute distraction from problems that he'd make small talk with and flirt with knowing it would never go further than that. Allonda he saw as more of a sister type, but it wasn't that way with this one. Daphne was his closest friend and most trusted confidant, someone he could tell anything to and know that nothing would change, but it wasn't that way either. This was something new, something he'd never thought of before and really had no quick explanation to give it. He had to figure it out or it would run him mad. He decided to just figure it out as he went along. It would be more fun that way.
"Getting a bit boring inside with only Weasley and a few others to talk to? Can't say that I blame you, Weasley isn't exactly a stimulating conversationalist," He quipped as he made his way towards her. "Not afraid of the prefects finding you out here when the rest of your house-mates have probably headed back to the common room?" He knew she wouldn't get into much, if any, trouble with Weasley as Head Boy. He wasn't going to even venture a guess as to what Weasley would think. Venturing into the mind of Weasley was like trying to cross the antarctic without supplies, a thing that shouldn't be done unless under strict observation.
Username;; ryan
Age;; 20
Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, or Senior?;; Junior
Personality [at least three paragraphs];;
He is vain, arrogant and selfish. He's very into sports, mainly because he sees it as an excuse to show off. He feels as though he is quite superior to others. He walks around as if he controls the world. He is also really selective with his friends and especially the girls he chooses to date because he is sure he can get any girl he fancies, That's the reason why he will settle for nothing less than what he deems worthy, he figures that love will come later.
He is also preoccupied about appearances. He doesn't need to hide anything about his appearance, but he hates people who say that appearance is not the most important thing. To him, appearance is everything. He is convinced that he can get every girl he wants, not that it always works that way. He is not one to take rejection well, and in an effort to get what he wants his selfish side comes out.
Once he has what or who he wants, he is possessive of it until he tires of it. Though the aforementioned is true, Ryan is a pretty laid back guy. He loves to go out and party with people. He lives most days like it is his last, just so it is always a good time.He tries to not let much get to him but his patience is very thin and breaks easily. One might go as far as to say he was promiscuous, though tell him that and you might not leave on your feet.
Appearance [at least two paragraphs];;
hair color; brown
height & weight; 6'1" 180lbs
style; Always in the latest thing. Style is something he is beyond obsessed with. High end designers are the only thing he likes more than his own reflection.
His hair is between dark blonde and light brown depending on the light he's in. His eyes are a strange shade of hazel green, green in some lights and brown in others. Also his eye color depends vastly on his mood. The odd Hair/eye combination comes from being of italian/irish/ french descent and according to his mother, nature couldn't decide which was best so it chose all three. He is a far cry from being pretty, but he is attractive. most of that is due to his rarely found smile.
He doesn't smile alot, but when he does it lights up his whole aura and makes him seem less formidable. he has a myriad of masks he employs so that nobody can ever really tell what he's thinking unless they know him well. His body language is often either predatory or defensive in a given situation and it's a rare occasion indeed when he'll just relax around someone. He's not the best built man on earth, but he's working on it. Perfection takes time and he's willing to wait that long.
Picture of character;;
Who is your celeb?;; Jensen Ackles
History [at least two paragraphs];;
He was born on Feb 29 in Beverly Hills, California. He is the oldest of the twins and has lead somewhat of a charmed life, always getting everything he ever wanted, sometimes before he even had to ask for it. He has a desire to prove himself, or rather prove others less, and an insatiable thirst for knowledge and will do anything to do so and gain it. Don't, however, stereotype him for he has charm, wit, and good looks to match.
The looks he got from his mother, the wit and the charm from his father. He has somewhat of an addictive personality, drawn to experiment with and use all things forbidden. His brother, though younger often was a bad influence, drawing him into situations he normally wouldn't have found himself. The years passed too swiftly it seemed, and soon enough he was in his early teens, going through puberty and the rebellious stage.
During this time he lobbied his parents to let him go to "normal" school, rather than being home-schooled, and eventually won that right, attending school like everyone else.
Needless to say, he was soon regretting his decision to attend public school and warned his brother against going. This sort of thing continued to high school, where he was labeled and dismissed as a stereotype, a thing he refused to put up with for long. Soon enough he had developed deeper feelings but didn't show them, not wanting to let someone in that far. So here he is, in the so called best school in the world, struggling to survive.
Likes;;
Himself
Getting his own way
Showing off
being the centre of attention
people who have a sense of humor
adventure
danger
Dislikes;;
opposition
someone taking something or someone that he has claimed as rightfully his.
hysterics
optimism
pessimism
refined sugar
habits;
Rambling
Hitting on anything that moves
slacking
being easily distracted
making incorrect assumptions about people
talents;
Art (Sketching, etc)
Writing
Martial Arts
Sample RP;;
(From another site)
Blaise had skipped dinner today, he wasn't much in the mood to eat and besides who knew what the House elves had been putting in the food? Shaking his head of that disgusting thought, he just continued observing the grounds from where he'd been sitting under a tree. things felt more at peace when there were only a few scattered people here and there. Sunset, he hated sunset. When night fell it seemed as though the world was dead for eight hours. Not many creatures, or people for that matter tended to be nocturnal. Even the sun, the main life-giving energy source hopped-off.
Nightfall was usually when he began his rounds, it was the only real time things were quiet enough to gather your thoughts and do what you felt like doing rather than what you were told to do. He heard someone walking across the lawns, stood up and turned around in the direction of the noise. Slowly he craned his neck away from the massive tree trunk to see who it was, hoping it wasn't another barmy Hufflepuff. He'd dealt with more than his share of them the previous year. Fortunately for him, it was only a Gryffindor. Going strictly by haircolor, he would have sworn it was probably Ginny Weasley. His mind knew better as he looked a moment longer. He came out from behind the tree and moved to stand in front of it.
Watching people go about their normal business without him announcing his presence was a bad habit of his. He was neither a voyeur or a gossip hound, he simply found people fascinating and especially this person in particular. Outside of their few chats, he'd never bothered or wanted to bother giving her a second glance, but something was different. Most girls he saw as a cute distraction from problems that he'd make small talk with and flirt with knowing it would never go further than that. Allonda he saw as more of a sister type, but it wasn't that way with this one. Daphne was his closest friend and most trusted confidant, someone he could tell anything to and know that nothing would change, but it wasn't that way either. This was something new, something he'd never thought of before and really had no quick explanation to give it. He had to figure it out or it would run him mad. He decided to just figure it out as he went along. It would be more fun that way.
"Getting a bit boring inside with only Weasley and a few others to talk to? Can't say that I blame you, Weasley isn't exactly a stimulating conversationalist," He quipped as he made his way towards her. "Not afraid of the prefects finding you out here when the rest of your house-mates have probably headed back to the common room?" He knew she wouldn't get into much, if any, trouble with Weasley as Head Boy. He wasn't going to even venture a guess as to what Weasley would think. Venturing into the mind of Weasley was like trying to cross the antarctic without supplies, a thing that shouldn't be done unless under strict observation.
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