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Ryan Morrison « Thread Started on Dec 28, 2007, 7:11pm »
A little bit about you:
Name: Andrew Age: 16 Gender: Male Past RP Experience: About six years.
A little bit about your character:
Name: Ryan Morrison Gender: Male Age and Grade: 18 / Senior Sexuality: Bisexual Clique: The Populars
Portrayed By: Zac Efron
Hobbies: Playing soccer and football, taking pictures of friends, dancing, shopping. Likes: Boys, girls, reading, writing, partying, school, photography, journalism, clothes, fashion, sports, cars. Dislikes: Posers, smoking, haters, addicts.
Appearance: Ryan appears to look as any boy his age of his status would be expected to look. His straight, long hair varies between a mixed brown to a dark black color, depending on his mood and the situation at hand. His stunning blue eyes compliment his rather boyish facial features, standing out against his unblemished tanned skin.
The boy is usually seen wearing name brand clothing, which fit snug on his tight frame. Ryan weighs in at a grand total of 147 pounds, allowing him to wear the snuggest of clothes Abercrombie and Aeropostale has to offer. He is usually seen wearing some kind of long sleeve polo or a dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up slightly above his elbows. He usually wears a pair of dark jeans or khaki shorts, always with a chopped pair on checkered converse with ankle socks. The boy likes to keep his appearance as clean as possible.
Family: John and Melinda Morrison History: Ryan was born to John and Melinda Morrison on March 14, 1989. The Morrison family was a very wealthy family residing in Phoenix, Arizona at the time of his birth. He was the fifth of seven siblings, being one of the two males born.
Growing up, Ryan enjoyed all the perks a wealthy family had to offer their children. His mother, being a renowned pediatric surgeon, and his father, being one of the best criminal lawyers, tried to give their children the life they never had. Whenever Ryan or any of his other siblings wanted something, they received it. The one thing John and Melinda never splurged on, however, was school. While their families did live in Phoenix when they were both children, they attended the public school system, as their families weren't of the wealthy status. John and Melinda believed they received an excellent education in the public school system and told each of their children that is how they would go through their schooling.
Ryan thought he led the perfect life until he entered his first year in high school. Working through a troubling time, Ryan found many things out about himself that he never wanted to know. During this time, his parents were trying to repair their marriage, his older siblings were trying to live the life of a supermodel in northern London, and his younger siblings were trying to survive their first year of middle school. For Ryan, he was exploring his sexuality and experimenting with drugs and alcohol at an alarming rate.
The boy never really questioned his sexuality much. He always knew what he was, though he never quite understood it. At one point in his life, he would be lusting after a certain girl that sat two seats in front of him in his ninth period history class. At another point, he secretly wanted the burly football player that sat in the chair next to him during chemistry.
Moving along: Ryan entered the fourth quarter of his junior year. His parents were out-of-town on business trips and the rest of his siblings were either living on their own or spending the night at a friend's house. Ryan had the whole Phoenix home to himself, and he decided to invite his current special someone over. This special someone happened to be Alex Mitchell, the varsity quarterback on the high school football team. With the house being empty, the two boys decided to get a little naughty. To their dismay, Ryan's parents came home early and found the boys half naked on the living room couch.
That's when they decided the family needed a change.
The Secret Code: banana
RP Sample: Ryan looked up and down the quiet street as if expecting some kind of revelation to occur then and there. The street was a modest street with modest homes and modest yards. The boy had no idea why he was standing in the middle of this street, surveying it in both directions. This wasn't the type of neighborhood he would prefer to be seen in, considering his social class, but something was drawing him to this one spot.
A memory, perhaps?
No, that couldn't be it. This street didn't look like anything Ryan had ever seen before. There wasn't streets like this in Beverly Hills, that's for sure. A memory couldn't have drawn Ryan here.
It felt like a memory, though.
But it can't be a memory. Ryan never did anything on a street like this in his lifetime. He wasn't an arrogant person by nature, but he would never let anybody catch him on a street like this.
Giving one last glance up and down the street, his hands found their way into his jeans pockets. His jeans, since that's the current subject, were of a dark fabric, clinging firmly to his legs. Topping them off was a bright red pair of Converse. His plain white tee, covered by an unzipped MCR hoodie, stood out against the dark material of his jeans.
Ryan let out a sigh, his attention now drawn to a modest house. He looked at the name on the mailbox and the memory he said never happened gave him a hard slap on the face.
Mitchell
It couldn't be. Had they really come here? The boy planned to find out. Walking up to the house, another sigh escaped his lips and he began playing with his bottom lip ring with his tongue. Now standing on the doorstep of the house, he hit the doorbell twice, waiting for a response.
Nothing ever came. Relieved, Ryan turned away, only to stop when the sound of a door slowly creaking over reached his ears.
"May I help you with something?" A sweet voice was calling back to him. Ryan turned around slowly, not recognizing the voice, only to find an older woman standing at the door.
"Does a kid named Alex live here?" Ryan asked timidly, afraid of the answer she might be giving him.
"I'm afraid not, dear," the woman replied, a feeble smile flashing across her aged features.
"Well, thanks." Ryan turned around and walked back to his car, which was sitting slightly up the street. As he revved the engine, he tried to push the memory back into nonexistence.
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