Post by ryder on Jul 27, 2011 14:16:56 GMT -6
Name
[/u]Ryder Jasmine Dawson
Nickname(s)[/u]
Ry, Ryder, or R.J
Age[/u]
18
Birthday[/u]
June 28, 1993
Gender[/u]
Female
Sexual Orientation[/u]
Straight
Picture[/u]
Personality[/u]
Having Always felt alone, Ryder doesn't quite understand how to act around large groups. She isn't shy, nor is she reclusive, she just simply doesn't know how to act. Most of the time she just pretends to know what to do, and is often considered the "leader" of her group. She hardly ever trusts anyone; Ryder is a very outgoing, courageous young lady with a bright future. She's the not-so-typical, typical tom-boy. She loves any type of athletics, the two main ones being Rugby and Soccer, and she loves hiking and anything to do with Nature. Ryder has always been alone, and so she finds it quite hard to relate to any one but her two younger brothers Kyler and Kaiden; She loves nothing more than sitting in the rain, listening to the roll of thunder and cackle of lightning, and she has an odd facination with fire, though she is not a Pyro Maniac. Ryder has always been rather intelligent, but she doesn't always think things through. She is very head strong, stubborn, and at times she can be rather apathetic. She loves the shade of black, and loves Dark Green, black, and Crimson Red. Ryder isn't very social when first meeting people, though when she gets to know you she usually becomes her outgoing self. Ever since she was a little girl, Ryder has hated anything and everything girly, and was often found out in the back yard playing in a mud puddle or wrestling with her dad. After the death of her mother, she and her father grew apart -- she hates him with every fiber in her body, and sometimes takes that out on people or inanimate objects. She has always had a certain soft spot for animals and children, and loves the company that the two can offer.
Likes[/u]
Throughout Ryder's short life, she has grown very fond of nature, Animals, and rain. Music is also very high up on her "like" list, and she is also a fan of skateboarding, surfing, jogging, and sports.
Dislikes[/u]
Of course, with being a tom boy, there comes some dislikes, such as: Pink, Dresses, and High-heels. She despises Animal Abusers, child abusers, and sexist people.
Flaws[/u]
Ryder has a tendency to blush a lot, and she is a klutz at times. She also tends to be shy when first meeting someone, and prefers the company of animals rather than humans. Around a guy she likes, she can get flustered easily, and she hates being as short as she is. She also tends to bite her lip, and figgit.
History[/u]
Having been born and raised on a farm, it seemed odd for her too move off of one, but she did. At the age of 10, Ryder's Mother passed away from cervical cancer, leaving Ryder to live with her father. When she was 11, her father remarried a woman no older than 20, while he was 50, and Ryder despised them both. From her middle school years til now, Ryder has hated them, and hasn't been close to anyone but her pets. She moved into the Apparements around Mountain Range Ranch, and has lived there since. She has worked on the Ranch since she moved by, and doesn't regret her choices thus far.
Housing[/u]
She lives in the Appartments.
Pets[/u]
Ryder has an 8 week old, male German Shepherd puppy named Valker (Vol-Care), a 2 Year old, Male German Shepherd named Voron (Va-or-On), and a 5 year old black stallion named Diablo.
Vehicle[/u]
Ryder drives two things, and only two things. While on the ranch, she drives her chevy truck, but off the ranch she drives her street bike.
[Out Of Character:]Where You Heard Of Us[/u]
Furry-Paws
Further Details[/u]
N/A
Roleplaying Example[/u]
Glancing behind me at the house I had grown up in,I heafted my bag to my shoulder and walked. I didn't know where I was going, nor did I truly care -- I wanted to go far away and forget everything; it didn't matter where I went, so long as it was out of the small town I had always known to be my home. The Gravel crunched beneath my feet as I walked, the dew clinging to my shirt as the branches tried to renstrain me from leaving them. Tears slowly began to slide down my cheeks, the salty liquid burning my eyes, causing more to come. My throat grew dry and sore, just like usual. Cars raced across the road beside me; inside the metal death traps people chatted away, either to themselves or into their phones.
Time Moved slowly as I continued on my journey for a new life, and with each passing moment I grew warier and warier. Maybe leaving was stupid -- maybe I should just turn back. As my legs grew numb, my vision blurred and shoulders slumped; I hadn't gotten nearly as far as I wanted. I took a seat against an old oak, legs stretched out and arms folded across my stomach. I watched as cars zoomed past and tried to ignore the searing pain in my sides.
Day turned to night and yet I sat, motionless and freezing. Finally, I rose once more and looked down the road; I could go back and be back in just enough time for supper, or I could continue on and start a new life. As I contemplated the two options, a sleek grey mustang pulled to the side of the road. The window rolled down and music poured into the silent night. The music was lowered, only to be replaced by a gentle, carefree voice, "Need a lift?" I gazed through the opened window and into the eyes of a young man who had no future in a small town. I lifted my bag once more and stumbled to the car. The man leaned over and pushed open the passenger side door, his hand held out for my bag, which I willingly gave over before climbing in. The car was warm and had black leather seats. Without another word, the man began to drive once more, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the window frame, and his eyes fixated on the open road that lay before us.
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