Post by kelly james ryan on Oct 20, 2013 9:53:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 485px; background-color: #EDEDED; border: #A39480 5px solid; padding: 10px;] [style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 20px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 2px;]Kelly James Ryan Junior• Artist • Matty Mullins [/style] [style=width: 190px; background-color: #A5435C; padding: 5px; text-align: left; color: #EDEDED; font-family: arial-narrow; font-size: 16px; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;]student profile nickname(s) Kel, K, JR birthday & age May 29th, seventeen gender MALE physical description |
weight: 160 lbs.
hair color: Natural Light Brown
eye color: Dark Brown
distinguishing features: 3/4 inch ear plugs, covered in tattoos, a large scar going from above his left eyebrow, down to his left cheek.
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sexual orientation
HETEROSEXUAL
personality profile
interests
- Music
- Singing
- Playing Guitar
- Girls
- Parties
- Drinking
- Drugs
- Getting "white girl wasted"
- Soda
- Hanging out with Friends
- Horror Movies
- Pokemon
- Egyptian Stuff
- Jack Black
- Megan Fox and Jessica Alba
- Jokes/Pranks
dislikes
CheerleadersStuck up biatches- Jerks/Guys that are full of themselves
- Bullies
- Chevy
- Prius's
- Talking about his parents
- Sitting inside too long
- Being in one Place for too long
- Boredom
the future
Kelly's big thing is to stay alive, and keep living life to the limit while also trying to get a record deal.
hobbies
Kelly is a non stop partier and will always be that way, when he's not in school he's out drinking, smoking, all the stuff they tell you not to do.
fears & secrets
Kel isn't afraid of much aside from going back to Juvie (although now he'd be going to jail/prison. He's also scared of living on the street again but he'll never admit it.
personality
Kelly is a man of many secrets, things that he keeps tucked away deep so no one has anything against him and can't insult the parts of his life that he considers his "weak points." He likes to be the "strong one" in his friends group, and be the person that people can go to. All because he's a sweetheart and will do anything for anyone, give them the shirt of his back if that's what it comes to. He's the guy that would help someone pick up their books after someone else slams them from their hands. Or be the shoulder to cry on when the world crumbles.
But mess with his friends and Kelly becomes a completely different person, he turns into an asshole, and will pound a face or two in if he has to. His quick witted thinking, and inability to care what people say makes him a very hard person to insult, and if he is insulted (especially by someone he doesn't like) he'll toss an insult right back without even batting an eyelash. Even though he's a sweetheart and will be nice to really anyone, the second he loses it he becomes the one person that no one should want to mess with.
Alone Kelly is a much different person, he's dependent on staying high/drunk so that he doesn't have to think, or remember all the things that happened in his past.
But mess with his friends and Kelly becomes a completely different person, he turns into an asshole, and will pound a face or two in if he has to. His quick witted thinking, and inability to care what people say makes him a very hard person to insult, and if he is insulted (especially by someone he doesn't like) he'll toss an insult right back without even batting an eyelash. Even though he's a sweetheart and will be nice to really anyone, the second he loses it he becomes the one person that no one should want to mess with.
Alone Kelly is a much different person, he's dependent on staying high/drunk so that he doesn't have to think, or remember all the things that happened in his past.
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hometown
Miami Florida
parents
Rodney Charles Ryan• Dentist • DEAD
Marian Alexis Ryan • Stay At Home Mom• DEAD
Marian Alexis Ryan • Stay At Home Mom• DEAD
siblings
Only Child
status
FINANCIAL AID
history
Born in Miami Florida to Rodney and Marian Ryan, Kelly was given his name due to his uncle Kelly who passed a few days before he was born. Life was okay though, his parents were the perfect parents, and he was raised with the love and respect that any child would want. Kelly started school and was an amazing student, he kept his grades up, and even participated in every activity he possibly could. In middle school things started to turn around though. Kelly became distant, his grades plummeted, and the people that were once his friends turned their backs and even picked on him for his name. It was as if his life was turning around.
Kelly's freshman year, his declining life was given physical evidence when his parents died in the fire that took his home and all of their belongings. Kelly was left with his parents money, but didn't know what to do. His parents were never close to their families, and Kelly never met any of his cousins, aunts, or uncles. He was left alone, with no friends, no house, and no clothes. He used a small amount of the money to buy an acoustic guitar and became a traveling music act. He spent no more than a day or two in a city, collected money with his guitar and singing, and then moved on. He was a traveling act, and eventually found his way to L.A. His first day he made nearly a hundred bucks while playing and decided this was where he was gonna stay. After almost a year Kelly had his own place, and was living rather comfortably with a job at a local restaurant. A teacher at Brentwood had run into Kel while he was playing the guitar and asked where he learned to play, after explaining that he was self taught and was literally all alone in life. The teacher told him about Brentwood, and said he had a "gift" that wouldn't go by unnoticed by the staff. He applied for financial aid soon after that and was accepted into the ranks of the elite ranks of Brentwood students.(not literally the elites just the kids.)
After his sophomore year at the late age of 18, Kelly found that the prestigious Brentwood Boarding School wasn't that difficult. He gained friends quickly, and even started up a small garage band with a few of the fellow students. It seemed as if his life was turning around, and of course he wasn't going to just roll over and let the stuff that happened take control of his life. He still holds his addiction to drugs, alcohol, and the rock and roll life. With his apartment off campus it's much easier to uphold his badass image.
Kelly's freshman year, his declining life was given physical evidence when his parents died in the fire that took his home and all of their belongings. Kelly was left with his parents money, but didn't know what to do. His parents were never close to their families, and Kelly never met any of his cousins, aunts, or uncles. He was left alone, with no friends, no house, and no clothes. He used a small amount of the money to buy an acoustic guitar and became a traveling music act. He spent no more than a day or two in a city, collected money with his guitar and singing, and then moved on. He was a traveling act, and eventually found his way to L.A. His first day he made nearly a hundred bucks while playing and decided this was where he was gonna stay. After almost a year Kelly had his own place, and was living rather comfortably with a job at a local restaurant. A teacher at Brentwood had run into Kel while he was playing the guitar and asked where he learned to play, after explaining that he was self taught and was literally all alone in life. The teacher told him about Brentwood, and said he had a "gift" that wouldn't go by unnoticed by the staff. He applied for financial aid soon after that and was accepted into the ranks of the elite ranks of Brentwood students.(not literally the elites just the kids.)
After his sophomore year at the late age of 18, Kelly found that the prestigious Brentwood Boarding School wasn't that difficult. He gained friends quickly, and even started up a small garage band with a few of the fellow students. It seemed as if his life was turning around, and of course he wasn't going to just roll over and let the stuff that happened take control of his life. He still holds his addiction to drugs, alcohol, and the rock and roll life. With his apartment off campus it's much easier to uphold his badass image.
the puppeteer
your alias
JayJay
time rping
Four or five years
how did you find us
Caution.
rp sample
As if her first week in the great city of Port Charles couldn't get any worse Charlie found herself holding a baggy of ice to her jaw while her other hand weaved in and out of traffic towards the hospital. Or at least where the hospital sign had said it'd be about an hour before. She wouldn't admit it to a soul, but she found herself lost and way outside of Port Charles heading towards Who Knows Where. Usually her luck with directions and getting somewhere was decently good, or moderately okay. She got lost, about as much as everyone else. At least she thought. And why did her jaw have to act up now? She was two days worth into a fashion article about some big celebrities slip-up on the red carpet, and here she was plummeting down the street at dangerous miles per hour only to find herself at a town about ten miles away from where she actually wanted to be. "Damnit damnit damnit."She hissed through her outrageously white teeth and pulled a U-turn too fast and cut off a large truck, which thanked the horrible driving with a honk and a shout out the window. The man's words dropped flat at the sound of an engine getting too much gas as Charlie floored it and darted back towards Port Charles.
Luckily after spotting the hospital Charlie had slowed down, if she would've kept up the dare devil speed she would have went right through the cops radar that sat buried beneath some brush. In fact that particular police officer would have went unnoticed had it not been for Charlies "Ooh shiny" thought as the sun glared off the black and white cop car. She jerked the wheel towards the parking lot, adjusted the bag of ice along her jaw, and jabbed her elbow into the power button to shut down the annoying polka song that blared over her crappy system. The steady dun, dun, dun, dun of the tuba's was enough to drive the already mad blonde insane, turning off before that wasn't an option... Due to high speed's and sharp turns. Fortunately for her she wound up the hospital in her own car, and not an ambulance.
Charlie fumbled quickly and lazily with her keys as she stepped out of her convertible and slammed it's door shut with her elbow. Incidently the elbow was connected to the arm that was holding her ice pack. The ice pack in turn got a nice little jolt and rammed into her jaw. Which in turn caused a cry of pain to split the lightly glossed lips of the blonde who then let a string of muffled curse words grumble out her throat as she stomped around in circles next to her car. A stout man heading out of the hospital happened to give Charlie the wrong look at the wrong time and she snapped him an angry look that could have peeled pain. "What? Never seen a girl in pain before?" She hissed towards him and he quickly scurried off to his car. She thumbed the lock button on her keys and stalked off towards the hospital doors her hand holding the ice a little harder. After the sliding doors opened and Charlie approached the reception desk and gave the nurse behind it an eyebrow raised look until she looked back. It was a few minutes of staring but finally she caught her attention. "Hi yea... I'd like to see a doctor about my jaw." "Alright ma'am what's wrong with your jaw." "Well... It hurts?" She pointed at the ice pack with an incredulous look on her face "Alright, well right your name, age, date of birth on here and I'll see if I can get a doctor out here to have a look at you." Charlie ground her teeth behind her lips, which hurt, but did it anyway. She let a fake smile slide across her lips as she wrote down the information. After all was dealt with she slid the paper back and turned to head towards a chair with a hearty sigh.
Luckily after spotting the hospital Charlie had slowed down, if she would've kept up the dare devil speed she would have went right through the cops radar that sat buried beneath some brush. In fact that particular police officer would have went unnoticed had it not been for Charlies "Ooh shiny" thought as the sun glared off the black and white cop car. She jerked the wheel towards the parking lot, adjusted the bag of ice along her jaw, and jabbed her elbow into the power button to shut down the annoying polka song that blared over her crappy system. The steady dun, dun, dun, dun of the tuba's was enough to drive the already mad blonde insane, turning off before that wasn't an option... Due to high speed's and sharp turns. Fortunately for her she wound up the hospital in her own car, and not an ambulance.
Charlie fumbled quickly and lazily with her keys as she stepped out of her convertible and slammed it's door shut with her elbow. Incidently the elbow was connected to the arm that was holding her ice pack. The ice pack in turn got a nice little jolt and rammed into her jaw. Which in turn caused a cry of pain to split the lightly glossed lips of the blonde who then let a string of muffled curse words grumble out her throat as she stomped around in circles next to her car. A stout man heading out of the hospital happened to give Charlie the wrong look at the wrong time and she snapped him an angry look that could have peeled pain. "What? Never seen a girl in pain before?" She hissed towards him and he quickly scurried off to his car. She thumbed the lock button on her keys and stalked off towards the hospital doors her hand holding the ice a little harder. After the sliding doors opened and Charlie approached the reception desk and gave the nurse behind it an eyebrow raised look until she looked back. It was a few minutes of staring but finally she caught her attention. "Hi yea... I'd like to see a doctor about my jaw." "Alright ma'am what's wrong with your jaw." "Well... It hurts?" She pointed at the ice pack with an incredulous look on her face "Alright, well right your name, age, date of birth on here and I'll see if I can get a doctor out here to have a look at you." Charlie ground her teeth behind her lips, which hurt, but did it anyway. She let a fake smile slide across her lips as she wrote down the information. After all was dealt with she slid the paper back and turned to head towards a chair with a hearty sigh.
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