Post by Ryan Harrows on Nov 19, 2006 15:10:23 GMT -5
About You//
Name:
Abby.
Age:
Fifteen and a half.
Gender:
Um. Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily?
Depends, but we all know I'm active as hell.
Your Character//
Name:
Ryan Harrows.
Age:
Eighteen.
Gender:
Male.
Race:
Caucasian. [Background--British, a touch of Scottish.]
Look-a-Like:
Andy Roddick.
Personality:
I'm not going to lie and say Ryan is a bad boy. He's not. He grew up in a strict household and got used to all the values--but he's not uptight. Perhaps daredevil would be a fitting word to describe him. Adventure is something he craves, and he's thoroughly unpredictable. Girls fall for him like nothing else, and he pretends to be oblivious, but of course he isn't.
If Ryan likes you, he does--but he's brutally honest. Though not hard to please, if he dislikes a behavior of yours, he will call you out on it without hesitation. This doesn't bother him, and he's not cocky, either. He likes people to know what he is. Wishy-washiness is a virtue that he dislikes, and he's strong in all beliefs and on all counts. This can be a blessing as well as a curse.
With girls, though, he's terribly shy. Commitment scares him, because it comes with being tied down. How are you doing to gain life expierience if all you do is sit around with your girlfriend? He has more quiet crushes. That's the writing-poetry-in-Starbucks guy that people sometimes see. Not literally, of course.
Appearance:
He's absolutely and utterly toned and tan from all those hours playing soccer--and sweating--on a field in Central Park. Girls often come to watch from behind the trees, oddly enough. This he pretends not to see. All those adventures--hiking, skydiving, skiing in the Alps on the black diamonds--they help as well. The structure, on the whole, is godlike, as six foot two.
His hair is messy, not too long and not too short, almost as if he was forced by his mother to go to the vintage barber shop once a month just so that it's tolerable for her. Maybe this is true. The world will never know. His eyes are brown, gleaming with hints of gold, especially when he's angry or excited, like a child.
His style is that preppy soccer player thing, with a little more unintentional edge. Think slightly ripped jeans, frayed polo shirts around the colllar, absolutely nothing formal.
Flaws:
He tends to be a little immature at times.
He alienates himself from the opposite sex because he's scared of commitment--and love.
His attention span is that of an eight-year-old, he's always wired, and his heart is around four sizes too big.
He's still adorable!
Background:
His father is a famous soccer player (like father like son) who retired after finally settling down and having kids. He had a ton of time on his hands to learn to be a real father--and he actually cares. After Ryan, the eldest child in the family, turned five and prepared to go to kindergarten, he researched some of the best schools in the country and selected a famous prep school in New York City. With the looks and the family fortune, Ryan fit right in. He loves his father to death and takes after him quite a bit.
His mother? Well, she was a model, to say the least, and he inherited her looks and lovable childish demeanor. Her attention span waned after three years of his father, and she left him. The Harrows father was heartbroken. He had really loved her, and now she was jetting off to Paris to model in a Fendi ad campaign. Lovely opportunity, but they then had three children for Mr. Harrows to take care of all my himself. Thank god for nannies and retirement, though he was still working as a sports writer and announcer in all the famous tournaments.
His sisters are Sadie and Alana. Sadie is sixteen and Alana is seventeen--in the range of two years younger than Ryan. He loves both of them dearly, and they keep him grounded. The little Harrows family unit is unlike any other.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)):
See application for Scarlett Lehoux.
[/font]Name:
Abby.
Age:
Fifteen and a half.
Gender:
Um. Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily?
Depends, but we all know I'm active as hell.
Your Character//
Name:
Ryan Harrows.
Age:
Eighteen.
Gender:
Male.
Race:
Caucasian. [Background--British, a touch of Scottish.]
Look-a-Like:
Andy Roddick.
Personality:
I'm not going to lie and say Ryan is a bad boy. He's not. He grew up in a strict household and got used to all the values--but he's not uptight. Perhaps daredevil would be a fitting word to describe him. Adventure is something he craves, and he's thoroughly unpredictable. Girls fall for him like nothing else, and he pretends to be oblivious, but of course he isn't.
If Ryan likes you, he does--but he's brutally honest. Though not hard to please, if he dislikes a behavior of yours, he will call you out on it without hesitation. This doesn't bother him, and he's not cocky, either. He likes people to know what he is. Wishy-washiness is a virtue that he dislikes, and he's strong in all beliefs and on all counts. This can be a blessing as well as a curse.
With girls, though, he's terribly shy. Commitment scares him, because it comes with being tied down. How are you doing to gain life expierience if all you do is sit around with your girlfriend? He has more quiet crushes. That's the writing-poetry-in-Starbucks guy that people sometimes see. Not literally, of course.
Appearance:
He's absolutely and utterly toned and tan from all those hours playing soccer--and sweating--on a field in Central Park. Girls often come to watch from behind the trees, oddly enough. This he pretends not to see. All those adventures--hiking, skydiving, skiing in the Alps on the black diamonds--they help as well. The structure, on the whole, is godlike, as six foot two.
His hair is messy, not too long and not too short, almost as if he was forced by his mother to go to the vintage barber shop once a month just so that it's tolerable for her. Maybe this is true. The world will never know. His eyes are brown, gleaming with hints of gold, especially when he's angry or excited, like a child.
His style is that preppy soccer player thing, with a little more unintentional edge. Think slightly ripped jeans, frayed polo shirts around the colllar, absolutely nothing formal.
Flaws:
He tends to be a little immature at times.
He alienates himself from the opposite sex because he's scared of commitment--and love.
His attention span is that of an eight-year-old, he's always wired, and his heart is around four sizes too big.
He's still adorable!
Background:
His father is a famous soccer player (like father like son) who retired after finally settling down and having kids. He had a ton of time on his hands to learn to be a real father--and he actually cares. After Ryan, the eldest child in the family, turned five and prepared to go to kindergarten, he researched some of the best schools in the country and selected a famous prep school in New York City. With the looks and the family fortune, Ryan fit right in. He loves his father to death and takes after him quite a bit.
His mother? Well, she was a model, to say the least, and he inherited her looks and lovable childish demeanor. Her attention span waned after three years of his father, and she left him. The Harrows father was heartbroken. He had really loved her, and now she was jetting off to Paris to model in a Fendi ad campaign. Lovely opportunity, but they then had three children for Mr. Harrows to take care of all my himself. Thank god for nannies and retirement, though he was still working as a sports writer and announcer in all the famous tournaments.
His sisters are Sadie and Alana. Sadie is sixteen and Alana is seventeen--in the range of two years younger than Ryan. He loves both of them dearly, and they keep him grounded. The little Harrows family unit is unlike any other.
Sample of Role Playing ((Any Genre)):
See application for Scarlett Lehoux.
