Post by pine on Nov 13, 2008 17:04:33 GMT -5
RYANGRAYSONCARTER
Life is a gift, so everyone's gifted.
Oh, but I'm afraid that I, well I may have faked it
Life is a gift, so everyone's gifted.
Oh, but I'm afraid that I, well I may have faked it
we got a new star!
full name ryan grayson carter
nicks rye
age nineteen
birthday september 13th
group actrice
sexual orientationstraight
and, oh... what an idiot!
likes bubbles, dogs, neon, knee socks, flowers, sun, skittles, flavoured lipgloss, lollipops, shoelaces, cats, smiling, shopping, attempting to be a nice person, beign wild.
dislikes spiders, heights, depression, horror, blood, running, sweating, polen, bad weather, really hot and really cold, winter, summer, cheaters, liars, backstabbers, the number 22, being stereotyped, being categorized.
hobbies acting, random dancing, collecting stamps.
habits chewing her nails, biting her lip, twirling her hair.
quirks being generally random, throwing people off with her personality traits.
fears death, going over water, being on a plane.
secrets she can be a total dorkstick, she struggles with depression and cuts herself after something goes wrong.
strong points being brave, handling pain, not crying right when wanting to, holding everything in, being a neat person, schooling, acting.
weaknesses lovers, intimidation, drama, hate, when she can tell that guys are hitting on her, when she guesses her fate, phobias, acting like a different person in movies.
so skinny that makes you puke!
build her build is classifyed as quite petit. she's generally a very small person, but lean to the fact that she's so skinny. on her fragile arms there are no signs of any muscle growing there at all. she looks like a girl to be exact, wider at the side and thinner going up. again, she's small once again, and weighs in at a very small amount.
hair color&&style her hair is basic and simple, some would also call it virgin, and the only thing she's done to it was cutting it every once in a while. her hair is long most of the time, 2 inches from her shoulders or just at her shoulder blades when cut. her hair is a basic brown color and stays that way throughout the summer and winter, you will never see a change in her hair color ever. it's naturally wavy but she does prefer it straight. you will almost never see her hair in a ponytail, and it will either be let down loose up popped up into a messy bun.
eye color hazel
heritage american/irish
height 5'7
clothing style comfy cozy/randomized/dancerish
flaws shortness, being considered a bad dresser in general.
strong points zee eyes man, zee eyes.
celebrity claim cory kennedy
private lives aren't for sale!
parents maria, 36, aspiring writer, not
siblings
other important family bob, 42, 'uncle', not, butcher
birthplace Charelston, Carolina
nationality irish/american
anything else naww
but then their mask fell!
alias mia
age - - ha!
years of roleplaying 1 bazillion
how did you find the site asia O:!
contact err msn advicemuch@hotmail.com
rp sample
TEAGAN LAVETT ,Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
Wanted you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
- - - - - - - - - -The female cared for everybody and everything; it was just the way she was. She was also a total worrywart, and nothing could get past her without a though of destruction flowing across her mind. Being human, she cared about things she loved, and that’s what mattered the most. Just when she though about it though, fear happened to have a role in her mind, and it was just scaring her about life. About death, and hate, and injury. Anything that couldn’t be guaranteed safe she was scared of. Maybe it was the fact that she knew way too much about everything, and that she wanted to know less. Or maybe it was that she had trust issues, and feared everything that wasn’t made by somebody she knew. Again, she probably needed to consult someone about all her little problems.
Teagan looked back down towards Oliver’s hands which seemed to have stopped shaking, She wasn’t sure if it was that he had been cold, or just from being … anything really. She definitely wasn’t physic, and couldn’t read his mind, most of the time though, she wondered what was going through his head, and what he was thinking. It was what she usually did when she was talking to people; it was hard to stay honest if the other person was indeed lying to you. She smiled again, looking down towards the pavement afraid to catch his gaze again. She wasn’t afraid of the boy at all; it was just the whole ‘I’m going to embarrass myself’ scenario, where she absolutely didn’t want to make herself look like an idiot. During a regular basis, she was usually looking quit stupid, not knowing where to go, or just falling way too much. Sure she had glasses, but they didn’t always show what was beyond when her eyes weren’t really focused on anything.
Another blast of cold air hit her, she shivered once again, and boy did she hate winter. The cold was the worst, and it never went away, which was why you’d almost never find her outside. She liked it better when there was actually feeling running through her hands and feet, but at that moment they felt like icicles. What she really would of liked, is to of gone somewhere warmer, but since Oliver was there her body just suddenly felt like staying right there on the spot. She felt him put a vest overtop of her body, she smiled, not denying the fact that he was being nice to her. She was still un-sure if he’d survive the cold afterwards. She could almost feel to warmth back on her shoulders, she wasn’t sure if it was warming her up, or it was his previous body heat. Thanks” She said still smiling. ”you sure you’re not cold?” She said scanning the thin white shirt she wore underneath. It was amazing how some people just didn’t feel the cold, or other just tried to ignore it, but through her eyes, she could see that maybe he’d be cold.
She smiled tilting her head back up. She looked back into his eyes, and she just watched, un-aware that he may be talking to her. Her mind went in and out, as her senses did the same. It was like her world frozen and she got to look at him clearly, for a longer amount of time. She really hoped that he didn’t mind though, because if he did then she’d be humiliated. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t as okay as she wanted to be, but there was nothing extremely wrong with her. She wasn’t suffering from depression and wasn’t smoking, drinking, or doing drugs. She was just a bit, nervous, and scared all at the same time. It did indeed prove that she had stretched her sentence a bit, she was scared, but he had said afraid, and so she managed to choose another word to describe her expression. She watched him laugh had her answer to his question, she was still smiling, her cheeks a rosy pink color, but her face still pale. His word were so sweet, she would of probably cried if it was a real life movie, and then she wondered if this was all a dream. It was so uncommon to meet he perfect guy at a bus-stop, but maybe it was destiny. She was edging slapping herself in the head to see if she might regain consciousness out of the so called ‘dream’ but she knew it just had to be real. She was at a loss of words once he spoke to her, it was right then that she felt his hand brush up against hers.
She was almost frozen, and she was then completely scared. She had been through to much, and her real mind seemed to knock some sense into her. As he took his hand away, her nails gripped to the wood as she stretched her fingers in and out. The more she thought about it, the more she tried to trust him, and she was trying oh-so-hard to convince herself that he’d never abuse her, or leave her lost and alone. She had been through too much to have everything gone once again.
She did re-emphasize that she was fine, and that he had nothing to worry about, mainly because she knew that she’d be okay, eventually, even without color in her face. Teagan’s mind focused on how he was, and when he responded that he wasn’t okay, she felt her heart drop. She didn’t frown for that matter, mainly because it would probably make him feel even worse. She could still feel him opening up to her though, and that’s was she liked. Eventually he’d tell her why he was so down, but if it didn’t want to spill then she wouldn’t pressure him too. She did frown slightly, just from her nature, but a dim smile appeared when he told her that her presence was making him feel better. ”I’m glad I’m helping” the blonde said softly. She it was then that she realized that she might have to take a chance. Her cold, almost icicle, of a hand reached out to grab his. She held his hand, and she finally felt some success. His hand was much warmer then hers was, and the fact that his was larger then hers made his hand like a blanket. She did indeed like the warmth though, and it made her feel happy.
It was then that they loved onto simpler questions, that didn’t involve pressuring answers or anything like that. She didn’t think she had an answer to his question though. Unlike the people on the bus that actually had somewhere to go, she just didn’t. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere, she just wanted out, to have some real freedom, and feel maybe just a bit rebellious for once in her lifetime. She wanted to get away, as stupid as it sounded, she would have been happy going anywhere that didn’t involve anyone else’s say in what she was doing. ”I wanted, out, away, maybe to just feel rebelious. I wanted anywhere but home.” She said with a flat expression, she was sure that her reply sounded stupid, and that maybe he’d back away or she’d have to let go of his hand, of if he’d leave her there heartbroken. To interrupt her mind from worrying, she asked h++im the same thing. ”So Oliver, why did you come and sit at a bus stop?.Words - 1,253 w/o code
Outfit - QUICK FIT <3
Muse -! I seem to have more brain at night
Notes - <3 Aww,
Lyrics - Whatever you Like - T.I.
! I seem to have more brain at night
