Ryder Marie Threatt
Raging Beauty
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;Full Name;
Ryder Marie Threatt
;Nickname(s);
"Just Ryder."
;Age;
17
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;Full Description;
Ryder is what most would call picture perfect. Her hair is a shiny brown that falls in waves to her lower back, a contrast to her electric green eyes, where most assume can look into someone's soul her stare is so meticulous.
Having been born in the sunshine state, her skin has a deep tan, one that doesn't seem to go away all year round. Having the build of a well trained athlete, what with muscled arms and long legs that seem to go on forever, a tight abdomen, thick thighs full of muscle, she is just a power house, including her voice. Growing up in such pain all the time, Ryder spent her time either playing sports, or playing music. Along with her ability to play just about anything, she was gifted with a unique voice. Singing became her passion, as was playing the guitar. It was her escape from the horror that was her life.
Even with her piercing eyes, tan skin, long hair, she had flaws. Her scars, mostly. Since her "daddy" was an alcoholic, he was an abuser as well. Those endless nights where he blamed her for her mother leaving, and then her brother, he inflicted pain. She was used to the usual, like the hitting, the emotional punches as well, but there was one thing she wasn't prepared for. It was night when her father stumbled in, barely able to stand up straight he was so drunk. She normally hid in her room when this happened, but he caught her before she could scurry away unnoticed. The usual started, the yelling, hitting, etc, but what she hadn't accounted for was him using his beer bottle as a baseball at her face. Unable to move quick enough, the bottle struck her in the face, her right eye to be more exact.
Pain. Pain unlike she had ever experienced pierced through her. Screams erupted from her, screams of agony, for help, was only met with cruel laughter. He left her writhing on the floor in pain. Minutes passed. Hours. Soon, it was the next day. Her father paid her no mind, ignoring the fact that she needed a hospital. She knew she needed to get help if she wanted to be able to see out of her right eye again. So, hauling herself off the floor, attempting to ignore the streaks of pain passing through her with every movement, she made it to her room. Reaching for her cell phone, she called her closest friend at the time, and told her she needed a ride to the ER. Without any questions asked, her friend picked her up and quickly drove her there.
After countless surgeries, they had to replace her retina. Her right eye ended up become a blue color, but she could see again, so she paid it no mind.
So now that you know the story of her scar on her face and the different eye colors, time to move on to the scar that goes from her left shoulder, down to her hand and spreading out across her fingers like veins. This, like the scar on her face, was from her father. He thought it would be funny to take a knife, and drag it down her left arm all the way to her hand and across each finger. Instead of telling you the story about it, let's just say this was final straw. Finally, the police got involved, and the old man was arrested. Ryder was finally free, only to be put into the system. Foster care was a whole new challenge, and yet it still is. That is, until she got the letter that she gladly accepted. So, now you know she has long brown hair, tan skin, rippling muscles, two different eye colors, you now have the face of Ryder Threatt.
;Height;
5'5
;Weight;
120 lbs.
;Hair;
Ryder's hair falls in long brown waves, to her lower back.
;Eyes;
Her eyes are very abnormal, for her right eye is a sea blue and her left is an electric green.
;Clothing Style;
To others, it may look like Ryder puts a lot of thought into her outfits, but in actuality, she doesn't. She throws on whatever she feels like wearing, which usually happens to be shorts, tank tops, and combat boots. Usually.
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;Personality;
Ryder is the type of girl who is not someone you want to anger. When you get on her bad side, there is a god reason it's called a "bad side". Her sarcasm is harsh and her teasing is rude. She's the type that will go "Did you really just say that?" Her smart-aleck remarks are very common, and if you listen, actually listen, you'll see they're quit wise. I know I know, hard to believe. Ryder wise? Ha, yeah right. But in reality, she can be. In a precarious situation, she always has the wise eye. She always knows what to do, and how to handle things.
Quick-witted. Ryder knows how to return a comeback with enough ferocity to scare even the mightiest of people. She isn't one to sit there and let herself be trampled. That caused her too much pain in the past for her to let history repeat itself.Though quiet when she has nothing to say, Ryder is quite the observer. Absorbing everything like a sponge, she is exactly that - a sponge. Though unheard and unnoticed, when she wants to be heard, she makes herself heard she does.
Confidence. This girl has confidence oozing out of her, practically emanating. The aura around herself is not necessarily full of herself or selfish, but rather, a high self-esteem and confidence. Not caring about what others think of her, Ryder does her own thing. And she's proud of it.
;Likes;
-Adrenaline rushes
-Fighting
-Animals
-Photography
-Writing
-Music
-Singing
-Playing guitar
-Running
-Gymnastics
-Climbing
;Dislikes;
-Pushovers
-The quiet
-Goody two shoes
-Abusers
-Kids
-Snobs
-People who think they're perfect
-Guys who think they're hot shots
-Jocks
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Crush:
"Ha! Yeah, no."
Bf/Gf:
"No freaking way."
Family:
"Of course I have family, but do I care? No."
Ryder grew up with an abusive father, a brother that left hr to die, literally, and an absentee mother, so naturally, she doesn't take well to guys, or people in general.
Other: ƧнαωтʏƆнιcκ but call me Shawty
(( WIP on the guy. ))
Zakary Reid Hamilton
Boy Next Door
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;Full Name;
Zakary Reid Hamilton
;Nickname(s);
"Zak, Z, whatever you can come up with."
;Age;
18 years
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;Full Description;
Tan skin, rippling muscles, blue eyes, an easy smile, Zak is just perfection. Quick to smile and one to make you laugh, Zak is the type of person you want around. He can make just about anyone laugh no matter the mood you're in, whether someone just broke up with you or a family member died, he is always the one to cheer someone up. Zak wears his heart on his sleeve, always honest, always sincere; there's never a dishonorable moment with him. Zak, unlike most teenagers his age, isn't one to judge for he knows everyone is different and respects that.
Unlike most "jocks", Zak is actually pretty smart - making A's and B's in most of his classes. Since he plans on going to college for sports - and he does plan on it- he keeps his grades up, for he knows the expectations. Stereotypes say that jocks can't be nice, funny, or smart, but then again, Zak doesn't follow most stereotypes. In fact, those are one of his pet peeves. He believes those are just society's way of conformity, and he won't result to that. For a jock, for a guy really, he has strong beliefs - something that could or could not be a good thing.
Now that you know Zak isn't like any other, let me give you a description of his fineness. Deeply toned muscles, tan skin, blue eyes, shaggy hair - Zak is the epitome of gorgeous. He has a dimple on each cheek, flashing every time he smiled his easy going smile. Standing at a height of 6'0 with a full eight pack to match, Zak has the body of a well trained athlete.
;Height;
6'0
;Weight;
180 lbs.
;Hair;
Dirty blonde
;Eyes;
Blue
;Clothing Style;
Zak dresses kind of preppy, with also that surfer boy style.
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;Personality;
Zak is the kind of guy you always want to be around. He makes you feel important. He is always laughing, having a good time; there is never a dull moment with him. He hates it when people are sad, so he's constantly trying to cheer people up. He's a romantic, a huge one. He'll flirt a lot, but if he's in a relationship, he's loyal like a dog. He's an honest guy, so he hates it when people lie. He doesn't get mad very easily, but when he does, he gets kind of scary, so most try to stay on his good side.
Zak is like his sister, basically. He's quick-witted, sarcastic and funny, always surrounded by people. Though, Marlee is shy, he is not. He is very social, making friends easily. He loves making others laugh, and he hates it when people are rude. He is very sweet, and quite a romantic. He has a slender build, with defined muscles. He is very athletic, always being active; he hates being lazy. He is a "jock" yes, but he's quite smart too. He loves to read, and write, though only music. That is what he and his sister share. They both play the guitar, along with other instruments. He's the reason Marlee loves it. He is always listening to music, it addicting to him. When his friends and family, or anyone else he cares about for theat matter, needs defending, he will stand up for them. He is truthful and honest, though sometimes he's not. He is a flirt, yes, but not a player. He is always talking to girls, though if he's taken, he is loyal like a dog.
;Likes;
-Sports
-Hanging with friends
-Running
-Animals
-Kids
-School
-Cars
-The outdoors
-Music
;Dislikes;
-Arrogant jerks
-Stereotypical jocks
-Stereotypes
-Plastics
-Girls who think they're perfect
-Abusers
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Crush:
Nope
Bf/Gf:
Nope
Family:
Two loving parents, Deborah and Jack, and an adopted sister Marlee.
Other: Look at Ryder's.
Somebody can start now. ))
