Post by Ryan Davis on Apr 20, 2009 14:52:33 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name: Ryan Davis
Nicknames: n/a
Age: Twenty-Six (26)
Birth of Date:April 19th, 1982
Sex: Male
Sexuality:Straight
Species:Warlock
Power: Power mimicry, Telekinesis
Alignment: Bad to begin with, then leans off more to the good of things.
The Looks;;
Image:
Celeb Claim:Chris Evans
Code word(can be found in the rules) CODE ACCEPTED
Hair:Dirty Blonde, almost Brown
Eyes:Blueish
Build:Muscular
Tattoos or piercing:on his arms
Dig deeper;
Likes:
• Girls
• Drinks
• Fast Cars
• Absorbing Powers for a short time
• Maxim Magazines
• Cheeseburgers
• French Fries
• Pizza
• Summer Days
• Air Conditioners
• McDonald's
• Burger King
• KFC
• Coffee
• Money
• Computers
• Cameras
• Good Luck
• Sports
• Girls
• Porn
• Bomb fires
• Weaponry; he admires some fine made weapons
• Killing (when he is on the bad side)
• TV
• Darkness
• Thunderstorms
Dislikes:
• Fish
• Bird Poo
• Annoying People
• Skid Marks
• Shoe Shopping
• General Shopping
• Obsessive Bubble Popping
• Dress up
• My little pony
• Beat up old crap box cars
• Tuna
• Getting his ass kicked
• Make up
• Haircuts
• Skunks
• Rats
• Sewers
• Picking in the garbage
• Chick Flicks
• Wedgie pickers
• Old Grannie panties
• Dick Teasing Chicks
• Nuns
• Crabs (both terms sexual and the pinchy kind)
• Mold
• Burnt Coffee
• HOME-WRECKERS
Fears:
• Getting Killed
• His nightmares coming true
• Killer Dolls / Voodoo Dolls
• Barbie; She is so perky and Gah!
• Being Castrated
• Being mutilated
• Being turned into a Donkey/Chased by one
• Sheep
• Falling in Love
Strengths:
• Killing
• Power absorption/ Telekinesis
• His Brawn
• Fighting
• Being Logical at times
• Hot temper; it can come in handy at times, but also a weakness
• Being Overly protective.
Weaknesses:
• His hot temper
• Getting easily tired if he uses his powers too much.
• Hot Girls
• Food
• A Fine ass car
• Bets ; yes he tends to be a sucker for bets and gambling at times
• Home Cooked Meals
• Family Holidays ( He was such a sucker for them, but now they are gone)
• A good cup of coffee
• Peanut butter cups
• Studying; it really isn’t his strong suit
Personality:
Ryan is a stubborn ass at times, but he can be very overly protective at times to those he trust which isn’t too many people seeing as well he had been shit on all his life and he thinks he owes the world nothing and that the world owes him really. As of right now he is very vengeful. It seems to boil in his veins. He is angry about how his life turned out and how broken and shattered his life has been.
He blames it all on that sister he has out their somewhere she is the reason his parents divorced. He hates her with a passion. He wants to make her suffer and is determined to do so. He is a very determined young fellow that will do whatever it takes to get his way. He is one that will plot his evil deeds in his head. Some may think he is crazy, but he thinks he fine.
He is one that tends to gamble a lot to get more money and drinks his sorrows away, but that isn’t the best cure now is it? He one day will have his revenge.
Story of my life;;
Family:
• Viviana Davis ; Mother
• Donald (Donnie) Davis; Father
• Alyssa Morris; Sister on his father side he doesn’t know he has really he feels it, but doesn’t know for sure that he has a sister, but hates her for splitting his parents apart
• Extended Family; Aunts and Uncles, and cousins out there somewhere, but he doesn’t care.
History:
Ryan had been born into the Davis Family, he was a cute little boy such a fun loving and bouncing little boy. He was a little terror as the years gone by such a little cutie pie and a flirt, his dad had been gone a lot so while he was away on ‘business’ he seemed to be the little man of the house, and that pleased him he could pretend like he was a big boy and protect his mummy. He did well in school and was a bright young lad. Did as he was told, but he always wondered where his daddy went. When they had family outings hushed whispers could be heard. What were they about? He didn’t know. Him being only 7 couldn’t understand what the whispers were on about and what his mother was constantly worried about.
His father had a long term affair and finally his mother had found out and divorced him, threw him out and told him to live with the skunk bag he was seeing. Could Ryan blame her no, but he didn’t understand too much and had missed his daddy, but hated the man because of what he had done to his mother. She was broken, and drank a lot got into some drugs and he was the one that had too helped her. He at 8 years old had to take care of his mother, and be the man of the house. He struggled and they moved around a lot. He blamed this mistress of his daddies for making his life hell, he couldn’t stand her. It boiled his blood and he wished his daddy would rot in hell.
When he was 10 yrs old he had to see his daddy sometimes, and was one night staying over his daddy’s house and found a picture of a little baby with blonde hair Alyssa was scrolled on the back but he had no idea who it was. Did someone they knew have a child? Did he have a sister? He didn’t know for sure and the thought had left his mind. He didn’t want to tell his mother of this. He didn’t want to upset her more. So he forgot on it. He didn’t see his daddy again after that, they moved away once more. He got poor grades in school from all the moves. When he was 16 he dropped out and got himself a job to support his mother after the settlement money was all gone.
He hasn’t had the easiest life or the prettiest life either, going from job to job trying to get his mother straightened out. Not having his father around strange things happening to him, like things moving on their own. He had no idea what was going on. Had his mother known what he daddy was? She was always under the weather. Teen years with girls and such were agony really. He hadn’t learned how to treat woman from his father. He didn’t learn about the birds and the bee's from his parents he had to learn on his. Everything was so new and scary, but he eventually learned how to deal it was just these abilities that then freaked him out. As time went on he learned and grew up, and handled his business.
He blames his shitty life on his father and the woman he had an affair with, and the possible sister he has, but in a way he does feel he has one, how he doesn’t know, but he thinks he has one, the next several years had went by pretty quick, taking care of his mother working all hours, trying to find out what is up with moving things, dating. He was kind of a ladies man for a while and loved the attention, but he couldn’t trust any of them. He just couldn’t...He kept work time friends and the rest of the family at arm lengths. He thought it was best that way to cover up the pain and suffering he is feeling.
25 years old and he has this anger streak got himself into fights, overly obsessing about how bad his life sucks, and how he would have likes a normal childhood. He blamed it on that skunk bag his daddy left them for making his mother divorce him. If he had never met them life would be prefect. He missed how his mother used to cook lovely dinners for them, he loved the family gathering. Now thing are just in the slums and he hates it. He tended to gamble a lot just to try and have fun and make ends meet, while during the day working on cars. How he loved a nice looking car. He admired them. It took his mind a little bit off how sucky his is.
On day it had been said something about his father in a drunken state from his mother his blood boiled and he snapped, he killed her brutally. He had cleaned up the DNA evidence the best he could and made it look like the place was broken into, called the paramedics saying he just came home from work and there she was. He had then gathered his stuff, after everything was settled planned things out a bit more and went to his fathers and killed him too. The Bastard deserved it. He deserved to rot in hell...
What Ryan didn’t know was he is the one he had received these powers from. Ryan looked threw all his dads paper work to see where he had been ever since the divorce on the bank statements and all, he spent a lot of time in misery, so that is where he needed to go. Ryan stole the money out of his fathers safe and was on his way. He would stalk happy families and kill them, dressed up in masks so they didn’t know who he was, all black, and gloves. He took pleasure in listening to them cry and scream, and one day he was determined to get his revenge. He would make those who split his family up pay!
Now, he is on his way to Misery…………..
(Hope this is to your liking Alyssa)
Sample Role Play;;
Damon had explained to Lexi some of what he had known of Karlie injuries and how bad it is looking, and the possible out come. He wasn’t too sure how it had happened. He had thought maybe it had to do with whatever was after the girls, but he could say for sure seeing as half him things maybe she had jumped. They had been having issues with what was said could he blame her? Not really! He was an ass and he doesn’t even know why. Why was he acting like such a dipstick? What had been wrong with them? Seeing her lying there he regrets all that he had said he hadn’t meant it.
Damon let Lexi exchange some words with her sister she was upset too, who wouldn’t be. It was actually hard to look at his wife lying there all beat up and broken. What if she didn’t return was it his fault. Would their kids blame him? He didn’t know. Shaking his hands in his head he listened on to what Lexi was telling Karlie. Afterwards silence had filled the room; he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? It was a depressing and heartbreaking situation and all he could do was hope that his wife would wake up. If she still wanted him and all. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t want anything to do with him after this.
Silence had filled the room, for a bit before it had sounded like others had arrived. Lexi asked him if he wanted her to go and handle it or if he wanted to. Damon thought on this a minute and sighed chewing on his lower lip. “She is my wife. I probably should do it. “Damon said to Lexi, looking over his wife again and how broken she is. It is very painful to him and makes him just want to break down and cry again. How can he fix this? He can’t. If he wasn’t an ass maybe she wouldn’t be here. Damon took a minute to gather himself, he had to go and face t he others who had arrived. Who would have thought they all would come at such an early hour. He needed to get a coffee to calm himself too. “You can stay with her if you like.” Damon had told Lex thinking maybe she wanted to stay with her sister and have some time alone with her seeing as well they don’t know how this will fair.
Damon had walked out of the room and into the hall, and the waiting room where everyone had been waiting. Lexi had brought Max and Ben they were around somewhere. She couldn’t have came alone that was for sure. Damon was trying to keep together and stay strong he wasn’t one to cry or anything of the sorts around other people. He seen his cousin he was so glad that she came. He hasn’t seen her in sometime. Damon had even seen some people he hadn’t known so Karlie must be people Karlie knows. Damon didn’t know what he would do with the bakery right now.
“Thank you all for coming at such an hr of the morning. Not the best news to wake up to I am sure. Karlie had been in an accident and I am not going to beat around the bush. It is best to get it right out there.” Damon said with a slight huff. “Her injuries are really bad, and well she is in a coma. The doctors say if she doesn’t wake within the next 24 hrs things could be real bad usually beyond that point there is brain damage. She is on support right now.” He had begun to explain and as he did every little bit was tearing at his heart. “All we can do is hope she will pull out of it. I must warn you if you go in she does look a bit of a mess. It is a pleasure to meet you all I Just wish it was under better terms.” Damon said, it was more to Jake and Emma, he had never met them before this. He would talk to the nurse to see if she would let some of the others who came up in. Friends to them are like family so why shouldn’t they be able to go in?
The nurse hadn’t told him Ivy had been there, so he had just stumbled upon her himself. Walking over to his cousin, he plopped down beside her. ” You can go in and see her if you like. You are family. I need to talk to the nurse about friends being able to see her. She would like that and could help her recover.” Damon was so broken on the inside he hated this he wished he could make it better but how? He stuck there to see if any of the others had anything to ask. Chewing on his inner lip, he had made it bleed; he could task the crimson liquid sloshing about with his saliva. He didn’t know what else to tell them or what to say, just was slumped there in his chair. Lost in thought and trying to keep it together.Latest post on AaC
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