Post by ryann may simon on May 26, 2009 6:24:08 GMT -4
Ryann May Simon
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Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance[/center]
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
[/color]BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Ryann, Darling
SEX: Female
AGE: Twenty-one
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-curious
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font][/ul]
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: It tends to vary, a lot. Currently it is 'atomic tangerine' orange with some of it partially being bleach blonde. It is shoulder length and a bit shaggy looking.
EYES: Sometimes hazel, sometimes brown.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'4 130 lbs
BODY TYPE: Not thin but not fat, just normal.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: The most distinguishing thing about Ryann is her hair. It is bright and it stands out. Sometimes her hair changes colors but eitherway, it will stand out. Hair color can range from dark red to an atomic tangerine orange. The other distinguishing thing about Ryann is her septum piercing. She does not wear it often but when she does, it suits her. The piercing is just one of those things that it will look good on some people, but not everyone. Something else that not may be as distinguishing as said above is her clothing style. Ryann tries to wear bright colors, whether they be shirts or jeans. She'll wear them. Her clothing also somewhat reflects her mood.[/color][/font][/ul]
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color]BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: Her mother's roommate, the smell of burnt food, things that are not Environmentally friendly, Animal Abuse, Balloons, Clowns, Heights, Needles, and Pain.
STRENGTHS: Singing, Writing, Piano, Cello, and Drawing.
WEAKNESSES: Not being able to work well under Pressure, Stressed all the time, and Depression.
HABITS/QUIRKS: Tears and Chews at Nails, Rambles when Nervous, tends to keep in emotions, and tends to hold Grudges.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Describing Ryann isn't necessarily easy. Just at first glance, she appears to be dorky, loud, and a goof. She can be all of those. She will be loud, crazy, and do stupid things because she likes making people laugh. However, she tends to be shy when it comes to meeting new people, despite her appearing to being outgoing. Once people manage to get to know Ryann, they discover that she can be more quiet and to herself. She ocassionally bottles up her emotions until she lets all out at once, causing chaos.
More often than not, Ryann will express how she feels. If there is a problem, she tries to confront it head on since she hangs on to things. it tends to scare people, which is why many have the impression that she is rude and a bitch. Ryann also gets angry far too quickly, which is never for the good. On some ocassions she thinks and judges too quickly based on anger and not thinking about it from both point of views. It takes some work but Ryann can be a great friend.[/color][/font][/ul]
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: Ryann's an only child.
OTHER FAMILY: No one.
PETS: Pudge, Hercules, and Sir "Charlie" Charleston.
OVERALL HISTORY: The history of Ryann is dull and boring, but it began with the Airforce. Her mother, Julian, was a mechanic and her father,Rick, was also a mechanic. They met on a late shift one night and had become friends. As you can guess, they began good friends and eventually did the deed. After that, however, Rick had nearly abandoned Julian and their friendship. He avoided her at all costs, even after she found out that she was pregnant and had told him. Julian decided to raise the child by herself, despite her being in the military. Nine months later, Ryann May Simon was born.
Ryann was a sick child. She had made constant trips to the hospital for various reasons. Eventually she managed to get out of that 'sickness stage' part in life around the age of two. It was then that Julian got out of the military because she would have had to leave her sick child behind while she went to Korea for a year. And so it was then that they left Georgia and traveled to Arizona where some of Julian's family lived. They promised to help raise Ryann, until they got there. Then they all refused and came up with their own excuses. Life was difficult for the duo, but that was just the beginning of a long road.
In Elementary school, Ryann was the perfectionist. She tried to overachieve at everything, primarily for the purpose of affection since she didn't always receive it at home. By becoming the perfectionist, Ryann was put at the bottom of the list as popular or at least remotely cool. So there was constant teasing and tears shed. She did not toughen up at all but only grew weaker and weaker, to the point where she didn't want to talk to anyone anymore. In fifth grade, Julian and Ryann left their ghetto shack of a house and moved on to something that did not fall apart every weekend. It was a nice change, and so was a nice change of schools. For part of fifth grade year, Ryann went to a school that did absolutely no work. Life, was good.
The following year, Ryann had been accepted into the neighboring arts school. It was there that she played cello, learned piano, and sang. That was all the fun part but the real challenge was the academics. She constantly struggled. In the social world, things were a bit different. For once she had friends but Ryann did not realize that they were the 'bad' type of friends. In sixth and seventh grade, she had experienced depression, drugs, and cutting. Meanwhile, Julian was gett laid off from work. So one evening they decided to move back to Georgia after the school year was over. Things grew somewhat better for Ryann. She and her mother lived in a motel for three months. There, Julian would leave for work and Ryann would be on her laptop all day.
During those three months, she got out of bad habits and became what her mother considered "normal" again. Everything became easy, until 8th grade. She was a minority, thus the main target for bullying. Ryann hardened up a little bit, constantly fighting and standing up for herself when needed to. She secluded herself from the terrible culture of Georgia and was determined to get out of the school year alive. Ryann succeeded and got accepted into yet another arts school. She was a piano major, despite her other talents. Things were not extreme there but there was enough problems that made her constantly stressed and have many breakdowns.
The following three years mimicked each other except for one event. It happened in Ryann's senior year. Julian couldn't afford the house, so she had her best male friend rent their empty guest room. He was there for only a month when one day, the two were alone. He touched her and she told him to leave her alone. He still kept at it and managed to pin Ryann down. She fought and screamed and was able to escape. From then on, Ryann was scarred. She cried more often than not and did not want to be alone with the man. After a few more months, Ryann had managed to block it out of her mind to the point where she didn't think it even happened. Life resumed as usual.
Once Ryann graduated, she had planned on going to college. However, no college she applied to had accepted her. Julian was not pleased but still asked what Ryann wanted to do. Ryann wanted to become a rockstar, or at least have her name thrown out there in the world. Her mother called her crazy, yet Ryann was determined to prove her mother wrong. And to do so, she moved to Encore City. It was the perfect place. However, things weren't as easy as they seemed. First came the band. It was her and a bunch of local people she met that knew how to play. They became their own little group and became known within the state.. but that was as far as they got.
None of them were as stoked to be in a band as Ryann was, they all lost interest in it. So she tried Broadway. It was not hard to get in a few shows since she did have the natural singing talent, but it was one event that ruined everything. She had rehearsed a particular scene with a man hundreds of times but when it came time for the performance, she freaked out and ran off stage. After that, Ryann resorted to working small jobs but they usually never last. Recently she discovered that her mother fell ill with a possibility of not survivng. Ryann wants to stay but also wants to help her mother. So now, she's debating on whether to leave, permanently.[/color][/font][/ul]
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The apartment building came in to view, looking remotely familiar to the drunken woman behind the wheel. Yes it was a dangerous thing to do but how else was she suppose to get the car home if she took a cab? In this woman's mind, it was logical thinking, but with her being shitfaced that logical thinking was bad. But Shane managed to make it from the strip to the apartment without getting pulled over in some accident which was a plus for her. Giggling, the woman took a sharp turn into the parking lot and crookedly parked her car, managing to hit one or two other cars in the process. Her left leg swung out to step down out of the vehicle but her measuring of distance was off, which caused the rest of Shane to stumble out. Luckily she caught herself before going down face first into the pavement and shut the door, still giggling. Now you may ask yourself, why in the hell is this woman so trashed with a cousin that is trying to make sure that this didn't happen? Well it's simple, really. Shane had left yesterday afternoon for a job interview and had high hopes of getting the job. But alas, she didn't and being a whole drama queen about it, Shane decided to get herself rip-roaring drunk since that solved everything, right?
Wrong. She was only about a week sober and had gone into heavy withdrawel, so you can imagine the terrible temptation for both the drugs and alcohol. In other words, it was back to square one again, but Shane was going to try her best to make sure Perry did not know about it. Walking, more like stumbling, the drunk and high managed to get to what was, hopefully, her room on the first floor. It took a moment for Shane to find the keys, but she somehow did, and seemed to have the worse time trying to put the key into the slot. Everytime she kept missing though was honestly sure that it was going into the knob. Her shaking hands weren't helping either. After about five minutes of attempting to unlock the door, it was done and flung open till it smacked into the wall, leaving a small dent. Shane then began to tip-toe into the room and hopefully make it to the bed so it would have appeared she was sleeping the whole time but there were two problems with this. One, Perry wasn't even in the room anymore and two, there is no such thing as a gracefully sneaky drunk. But Shane was able to make it to her bed. She collapsed onto it and was about to go to sleep when not even a minute later her alarm went off.
"What the fucking hell?" Was all Shane could say as her bloodshot eyes stared at the annoying black box. Instead of turning it off like any normal person would, Shane launched it across the room. It smacked into the wall and hit the floor. The glass that showed the numbers broke and the batteries popped out, quickly killing the obnoxious noise. A part of her wanted to go to sleep but she decided not to. Why? Well if she did then Perry would be even more suspicious as to why she didn't get up on time like she was suppose to. Groaning, Shane kicked off her shoes and slid off her bed and onto her knees. It took a moment for her world to stop spinning and didn't fully but just enough for her to get up and head over to the bathroom. She glanced at the shower for a moment, then at her reflection in the mirror before turning the shower on. Maybe it would make her feel better and look hell-of-a-lot better than she looked right now. Stripping down of all her clothes, Shane got into the shower and did her best to go through the usual routine. However, she messed up on just about everything but thought it was the funniest thing in the world when she did.
After fifteen minutes of giggling and use all the produts wrong, Shane had finished. She turned off the shower and stepped out of it, quickly wrapping a towel around her body. Instead of heading out of the bathroom to change, she went to the medicine cabnit where she took many pills. They were stuff that would help ease up the gruesome hangover that would come soon and hopefully make her just a bit more sober so that no one would question if she was drunk and high or not. It took a moment to down the pills but she did and then proceeded out of the bathroom. Shane was able to somewhat walk again, though was still ocassionally stumbling. Yet, she managed to get to the closet that was filled with a variation of clothing. Picking an outfit that really looked good was pretty impossible still. Instead it was just something simple that didn't match all too well. She put on red plaid skinny jeans, a grey shirt with a black hoodie. Bracelets, necklaces, rings, and anything of that nature was put on, followed by sunglasses that were sparkly and shiny on the outer surface. Her eyes were still dialated to some extent so the glasses were good. But then they were taken off so she could put on make up.. and boy did she put it on.
Shane was the type to put on a ton of eye make up and was constantly called the 'raccoon' for doing so, but she didn't care. And besides, if she didn't put on a lot of make up, she'd look worse.. a lot worse. Shane was just one of those people that had to wear it to look decent. Anyway, she put on that and then chucks. Then it hit her. Perry wasn't even in the room. Sighing, she pulled her partially numbed body out of the room and towards the stairs. She had no idea where her cousin was and wasn't going to look for him. Shane was going to visit Edward and Torin until she hopefully sobered up a bit... though, the stairs probably weren't the best option to take. She got out of breath easier and felt as if she were going to die right on the spot when reaching the second floor. Depressing, considering it wasn't even that far of a walk up the steps. It then took another moment for Shane to realize that her cousin happened to be on the same floor.
"Perry!" Shane gasped, grinning and walked towards him. Once reaching the male, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. Then that feeling of tired and the desire to sleep came around and she actually started to fall asleep but forced herself awake. "What are you up to, hm?" It was hard trying to sound normal when you weren't, and it started to slip when Shane had let out a giggle and began to mess with his hair. "You look nice today.. Did you get a haircut- Oh bad ass, a pencil!" She grinned until her gaze managed to stop on the pencil he was using. Why had it been so interesting? Shane really didn't quite know but by then didn't care trying to act sober. It wouldn't have worked anyway from the beginning since she was a terrible liar. Yep, the joys of Vegas, drunk and high.
Wrong. She was only about a week sober and had gone into heavy withdrawel, so you can imagine the terrible temptation for both the drugs and alcohol. In other words, it was back to square one again, but Shane was going to try her best to make sure Perry did not know about it. Walking, more like stumbling, the drunk and high managed to get to what was, hopefully, her room on the first floor. It took a moment for Shane to find the keys, but she somehow did, and seemed to have the worse time trying to put the key into the slot. Everytime she kept missing though was honestly sure that it was going into the knob. Her shaking hands weren't helping either. After about five minutes of attempting to unlock the door, it was done and flung open till it smacked into the wall, leaving a small dent. Shane then began to tip-toe into the room and hopefully make it to the bed so it would have appeared she was sleeping the whole time but there were two problems with this. One, Perry wasn't even in the room anymore and two, there is no such thing as a gracefully sneaky drunk. But Shane was able to make it to her bed. She collapsed onto it and was about to go to sleep when not even a minute later her alarm went off.
"What the fucking hell?" Was all Shane could say as her bloodshot eyes stared at the annoying black box. Instead of turning it off like any normal person would, Shane launched it across the room. It smacked into the wall and hit the floor. The glass that showed the numbers broke and the batteries popped out, quickly killing the obnoxious noise. A part of her wanted to go to sleep but she decided not to. Why? Well if she did then Perry would be even more suspicious as to why she didn't get up on time like she was suppose to. Groaning, Shane kicked off her shoes and slid off her bed and onto her knees. It took a moment for her world to stop spinning and didn't fully but just enough for her to get up and head over to the bathroom. She glanced at the shower for a moment, then at her reflection in the mirror before turning the shower on. Maybe it would make her feel better and look hell-of-a-lot better than she looked right now. Stripping down of all her clothes, Shane got into the shower and did her best to go through the usual routine. However, she messed up on just about everything but thought it was the funniest thing in the world when she did.
After fifteen minutes of giggling and use all the produts wrong, Shane had finished. She turned off the shower and stepped out of it, quickly wrapping a towel around her body. Instead of heading out of the bathroom to change, she went to the medicine cabnit where she took many pills. They were stuff that would help ease up the gruesome hangover that would come soon and hopefully make her just a bit more sober so that no one would question if she was drunk and high or not. It took a moment to down the pills but she did and then proceeded out of the bathroom. Shane was able to somewhat walk again, though was still ocassionally stumbling. Yet, she managed to get to the closet that was filled with a variation of clothing. Picking an outfit that really looked good was pretty impossible still. Instead it was just something simple that didn't match all too well. She put on red plaid skinny jeans, a grey shirt with a black hoodie. Bracelets, necklaces, rings, and anything of that nature was put on, followed by sunglasses that were sparkly and shiny on the outer surface. Her eyes were still dialated to some extent so the glasses were good. But then they were taken off so she could put on make up.. and boy did she put it on.
Shane was the type to put on a ton of eye make up and was constantly called the 'raccoon' for doing so, but she didn't care. And besides, if she didn't put on a lot of make up, she'd look worse.. a lot worse. Shane was just one of those people that had to wear it to look decent. Anyway, she put on that and then chucks. Then it hit her. Perry wasn't even in the room. Sighing, she pulled her partially numbed body out of the room and towards the stairs. She had no idea where her cousin was and wasn't going to look for him. Shane was going to visit Edward and Torin until she hopefully sobered up a bit... though, the stairs probably weren't the best option to take. She got out of breath easier and felt as if she were going to die right on the spot when reaching the second floor. Depressing, considering it wasn't even that far of a walk up the steps. It then took another moment for Shane to realize that her cousin happened to be on the same floor.
"Perry!" Shane gasped, grinning and walked towards him. Once reaching the male, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder. Then that feeling of tired and the desire to sleep came around and she actually started to fall asleep but forced herself awake. "What are you up to, hm?" It was hard trying to sound normal when you weren't, and it started to slip when Shane had let out a giggle and began to mess with his hair. "You look nice today.. Did you get a haircut- Oh bad ass, a pencil!" She grinned until her gaze managed to stop on the pencil he was using. Why had it been so interesting? Shane really didn't quite know but by then didn't care trying to act sober. It wouldn't have worked anyway from the beginning since she was a terrible liar. Yep, the joys of Vegas, drunk and high.
