Post by rylie on Mar 30, 2007 21:14:21 GMT -5
Ryan West
~How Ryan Received His Invite~
Ryan walked casually down the streets of New York, the moon high and the pick pockets in full swing of their daily profit. Snarling at a bum who dared to approach him, he continued on through the ‘slums’ of the city. It was becoming a sin to live in a dive like this and even if it was the year 1940, the crime had only seemed to increase since the war.
He itched the scars upon his rippling stomach at the stone cold memories of the battles that had never ceased to end. The bloody fields had only expanded, the country’s full of tears from the mourning widows, and the men seeking refuge from the cold world within the arms of the closest thing to them; another man.
Reaching his apartment he tipped his hat to the ruffian who patrolled this side of town, liking the kid. He was tough and Ryan admired that in someone so young. Walking into his house he picked up the mail that was scattered on the floor around his front door. Shuffling through it he spotted a nicely scripted scrawl upon a white envelope, the paper rough and old feeling. Furrowing a brow he opened it and read the contents of it.
“Invited to a Castle hm? Sounds good to me. The detective business has been a bitch lately anyways.” He murmured, putting the letter back into the envelope before dropping it as everything swirled around him.
“What the hell?” He whispered, his lips parted as he looked about in awe at the Castle that now stood before him. Shaking his head he asked to the air, “May I at least have a bag of clothing and some fresh cleanliness items or whatever? I don’t take kindly to unhygienic areas thank you.” A bag instantly dropped before him and he shrugged, a satisfied grunt upon his lips as he heaved it onto his shoulder and headed towards the entrance of the Castle.
~Ryan’s Reason For Traveling To The Castle~
After receiving the invite and reading all there was to know about the pleasures the place held in store for those lacking in that area, he pretty much already had it mapped out for him. His life lacked pleasure and this place was where he would find it all.
~Ryan’s History~
Ryan grew up with his mother and father in the country side of New Hampshire. He was a good kid and studied hard in school, excelling in physical activities and leadership skills. His writing was above average and he was skilled at many of his academics. He aspired to be a doctor and when the time for the second world war came around, at the first possible chance he could seize, he was within the army. He was a doctor behind the lines yet battles and death forced him to the front lines and into the line of fire as both a soldier and a doctor.
While in the war there was only comfort to be sought in the arms of another man and Ryan found a partner in his commanding officer, Rick Johnson. Their relationship ended on good terms still during the war and they stayed together merely for the comfort to be found within another’s arms. When a shell exploded and Ryan was caught in the middle of the blow, he was quickly shipped off and away from both his friends and the war.
Scarred upon his chest and sides, he conceals his body from all and winces away from topics of wars and anything resembling a war. He’s become a dominant man and knows with a passion that it is truly men and not the more delicate sex that he seeks out. After the war he opened his own detective business and has been living in New York for the last few years.
~Ryan’s Appearance~
Ryan is a man of 28 years of life. He just barely survived the war and scars secret mare his seemingly flawless body. Being of the more dominant caliber, his build is fit and bulked with strong muscles made for raw power. He towers above most at an impressive 6’4, and enjoys watching others squirm at the sight of his massive size. His hair is styled messily and a dirty blond, his eyes a riveting blue-green; masked behind thin glasses which compliment his well defined masculine features. His skin tone is sun kissed and blemish free. His teeth are straight and square, a normal whitish teeth colour.
Ryan’s clothing consists of mainly darker colours for the mere fact that to be a detective he needs to be able to blend in with all different crowds without being picked out and noticed, although his handsome looks tend to get him a little extra attention. He wears black or gray trousers along with a plain button ups on his cases along with a black trench coat and on special occasions he tends to dress with a simple black suit, white dress shirt underneath and solidly coloured tie. His shoes are actually either a pair of sturdy boots or dress shoes to go along with his suits.
Ryan tends to have a roguishly handsome appeal to him and so only accentuates it all the more when he leaves his stubble on and around his cheeks and chin, a rough, sexy look to him.
~Ryan’s Personality~
Ryan is a somewhat serious man, mystery in his blood. He keeps secrets perfectly and so may therefore come across as cold at times. Around those he loves and trusts he can be extremely kind and compassionate, his good humour gracing smiles across all those around him’s faces. Ryan cares greatly for those all around him and won’t hesitate to help that of a person in distress or need of help.
Ryan favours men and doesn’t fear letting others know exactly that. He is completely comfortable about his sexuality and can come across as smug at times during one of his seductions. Yet he can also become completely involved in his work and be absolutely intent upon his case and nothing more, nothing less.
~Ryan’s Status~
Ryan is a veteran of war and currently works as a detective on the Streets of New York City. His family owns a ranch out in New Hampshire and are of a rather wealthy breed.
~Role Playing Sample~
[/i][/center]~How Ryan Received His Invite~
Ryan walked casually down the streets of New York, the moon high and the pick pockets in full swing of their daily profit. Snarling at a bum who dared to approach him, he continued on through the ‘slums’ of the city. It was becoming a sin to live in a dive like this and even if it was the year 1940, the crime had only seemed to increase since the war.
He itched the scars upon his rippling stomach at the stone cold memories of the battles that had never ceased to end. The bloody fields had only expanded, the country’s full of tears from the mourning widows, and the men seeking refuge from the cold world within the arms of the closest thing to them; another man.
Reaching his apartment he tipped his hat to the ruffian who patrolled this side of town, liking the kid. He was tough and Ryan admired that in someone so young. Walking into his house he picked up the mail that was scattered on the floor around his front door. Shuffling through it he spotted a nicely scripted scrawl upon a white envelope, the paper rough and old feeling. Furrowing a brow he opened it and read the contents of it.
“Invited to a Castle hm? Sounds good to me. The detective business has been a bitch lately anyways.” He murmured, putting the letter back into the envelope before dropping it as everything swirled around him.
“What the hell?” He whispered, his lips parted as he looked about in awe at the Castle that now stood before him. Shaking his head he asked to the air, “May I at least have a bag of clothing and some fresh cleanliness items or whatever? I don’t take kindly to unhygienic areas thank you.” A bag instantly dropped before him and he shrugged, a satisfied grunt upon his lips as he heaved it onto his shoulder and headed towards the entrance of the Castle.
~Ryan’s Reason For Traveling To The Castle~
After receiving the invite and reading all there was to know about the pleasures the place held in store for those lacking in that area, he pretty much already had it mapped out for him. His life lacked pleasure and this place was where he would find it all.
~Ryan’s History~
Ryan grew up with his mother and father in the country side of New Hampshire. He was a good kid and studied hard in school, excelling in physical activities and leadership skills. His writing was above average and he was skilled at many of his academics. He aspired to be a doctor and when the time for the second world war came around, at the first possible chance he could seize, he was within the army. He was a doctor behind the lines yet battles and death forced him to the front lines and into the line of fire as both a soldier and a doctor.
While in the war there was only comfort to be sought in the arms of another man and Ryan found a partner in his commanding officer, Rick Johnson. Their relationship ended on good terms still during the war and they stayed together merely for the comfort to be found within another’s arms. When a shell exploded and Ryan was caught in the middle of the blow, he was quickly shipped off and away from both his friends and the war.
Scarred upon his chest and sides, he conceals his body from all and winces away from topics of wars and anything resembling a war. He’s become a dominant man and knows with a passion that it is truly men and not the more delicate sex that he seeks out. After the war he opened his own detective business and has been living in New York for the last few years.
~Ryan’s Appearance~
Ryan is a man of 28 years of life. He just barely survived the war and scars secret mare his seemingly flawless body. Being of the more dominant caliber, his build is fit and bulked with strong muscles made for raw power. He towers above most at an impressive 6’4, and enjoys watching others squirm at the sight of his massive size. His hair is styled messily and a dirty blond, his eyes a riveting blue-green; masked behind thin glasses which compliment his well defined masculine features. His skin tone is sun kissed and blemish free. His teeth are straight and square, a normal whitish teeth colour.
Ryan’s clothing consists of mainly darker colours for the mere fact that to be a detective he needs to be able to blend in with all different crowds without being picked out and noticed, although his handsome looks tend to get him a little extra attention. He wears black or gray trousers along with a plain button ups on his cases along with a black trench coat and on special occasions he tends to dress with a simple black suit, white dress shirt underneath and solidly coloured tie. His shoes are actually either a pair of sturdy boots or dress shoes to go along with his suits.
Ryan tends to have a roguishly handsome appeal to him and so only accentuates it all the more when he leaves his stubble on and around his cheeks and chin, a rough, sexy look to him.
~Ryan’s Personality~
Ryan is a somewhat serious man, mystery in his blood. He keeps secrets perfectly and so may therefore come across as cold at times. Around those he loves and trusts he can be extremely kind and compassionate, his good humour gracing smiles across all those around him’s faces. Ryan cares greatly for those all around him and won’t hesitate to help that of a person in distress or need of help.
Ryan favours men and doesn’t fear letting others know exactly that. He is completely comfortable about his sexuality and can come across as smug at times during one of his seductions. Yet he can also become completely involved in his work and be absolutely intent upon his case and nothing more, nothing less.
~Ryan’s Status~
Ryan is a veteran of war and currently works as a detective on the Streets of New York City. His family owns a ranch out in New Hampshire and are of a rather wealthy breed.
~Role Playing Sample~
Marcus ran wildly through the woods as the pack of wolves gained upon him ruthlessly; their hunt for him relentless. Stumbling he cried out as he fell to the ground, his face smearing with a fresh puddle of mud. The rain pelted upon his tender flesh and he hastily clambered to his feet, racing towards an old log to hide within.
Looking around he quickly scurried within, wiggling into the rather large yet not obese dead tree. The wolves stopped outside of where he hid and he clenched his eyes shut tightly in fear. He corrected his emotions immediately; knowing that werewolves could smell the scent of fear from a mile away.
Shutting his eyes lightly he moved his lips in a silent prayer as he repeated a mantra of thought, meditating into a peaceful state of mind. The world went black for a moment and the next moment he blinked and was completely alone. The rain had stopped and he crawled out of the log slowly, sniffing the air before darting from the log to hide behind the safety of a thicket of bushes.