Post by ryan mitchell on Sept 29, 2009 19:51:28 GMT -5
" sing us the song of the century
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"you would not believe your eyes if ten million fireflies lit up the world as I fell asleep"
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ryan joshua mitchell[/size]
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twenty four
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february 9
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male
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homosexual
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servant
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" the dawn of my love and conspiracy
[/b][/i]at first glance, you seem okay[/font][/size]
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faceclaim !
adam lambert
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his hair is a deep black color with a long blue streak running down his right side, and his bangs are fringed and always seem to cover his eyes.
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his eyes are a deep argent color that, when his face holds no expression, are windows to exactly what he's feeling.
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Ryan's appearance and personality clash. His entire outfit always is extremely loud and in your face -- his flamboyancy flows through the makeup he puts on his eyes, which is normally a dark shade to bring out the argent color in his irises. His hair is jet black, contrasting with the pale tint on his skin. A few strands are dyed a bright blue on the right side of his hair, and it is normally swept back with the rest. He spikes it in the back and lets the longer strands hang in his eyes as bangs. His smile, though extremely rare, is wide and very contagious if you're ever lucky enough to see it.
His figure is efeminite, to say the least. Curves that probably shouldn't be there are accentuated through the skin-tight shirts and jeans he wears. Normally, his jeans are accentuated with studded belts or chains of some sort, but if he feels that he needs to "dress up" for a certain occassion, he will by wearing a simple tuxedo. He'll sometimes wear a powder blue dress shirt underneath, but normally it would be white in color. He adores wearing necklaces, and they commonly rest in great multiples around his neck. Along with the obligatory "S" on his wrist, he has a small tattoo on his hip of a snake eating itself, creating a circle.
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" forgotten hope and the class of thirteen
[/b][/i]but looking deeper, you're farther away[/font][/size]
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likes ![/font][/size]
reading, his friends, writing, sketching, silence, open mindedness, the piano, foreign music, theater, procrastinating, watching people from afar, his master
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speaking, arguing, conflicts, studying, fire, approaching someone, his mother, being left out, crowds, pressure
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tilts his head to the side whenever he studies someone, bites his nails, blushes constantly
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to become a bit more brave, to be the best servant he can be
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Ryan's extremely loud outward appearance would make one think his personality was just as in your face, but in reality, it's the exact opposite. Ryan can barely talk to someone without turning completely red in the face. His shyness makes it nearly impossible to talk to him -- if he is indeed brave enough to talk to someone, it would most likely be stammered out to the point where what he was trying to say would be either inaudible or choked out. It might make him look like a fool, but Ryan's intelligence is actually much farther than what his speech implies. His mind works so fast that he can't even really get words out quickly enough.
He despises anything that resembles conflict, which makes him a pushover. He would much rather walk away from an argument than actually confront someone. He was always fresh meat for bullies to pick on in high school, and based on how he would always shoulder the blame for his younger sister when he still lived at home, he finds himself being a scapegoat for the people he loves.
If you happen to be lucky enough to break through Ryan's shell and bring him out more, he can be a very fun person to be around. If he's around friends that he trusts, he will slowly come out of himself and joke around. However, this is an extremely rare thing to see if you haven't worked extremely hard at being gentle with him. He will only sink back into himself if you even jokingly make fun of him because his self esteem is so extremely low.
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" and the welfare's asphyxiating
[/b][/i]every hero has a story[/font][/size]
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history !
[/blockquote]Ryan's birth was far from welcomed. In fact, the entire thing had been a complete mistake. Whether it was the birth control wasn't working or the condom broke, Ry never really knew nor did he want to know. All he knew was that he had never really been wanted as a kid. To make matters worse, his mother was already diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, so when she first saw her newborn son with a dark, ominous "S" so precisely engraved into his wrist, she was filled with automatic hate for him.
The first three years of his life were fairly normal for the both of them -- no one-sided screaming matches or shaken baby syndrome...well, everything was peachy for Ryan until he was three. Once he began to start speaking, Martha's annoyance for Ry grew to dangerous levels. Finally, one day, she snapped. Grabbing a blowtorch used to light up the fireplace, she screamed at him, blaming him for being born a servant and bringing down the family name, and finally, set him on fire. She first set the flame to his back, where most of his burn scars primarily rest at. She had set him on fire in their backyard so that the smell of burning flesh wouldn't stink up her house, and she had kept her own servant locked in the closet so that there were no witnesses, and as Ryan burned, she walked back inside as if she had just taken a dog for a walk.
This is the time where things finally start getting better for poor Ryan. A hyper young five year old ambled down the street before smelling something funny, and then spotting Ry on the ground, unconscious from pain and burning to death in his backyard. The boy quickly ran to him, put the fire out, and called for help. Pretty smart thinking for a kid that's only five, right? This was no ordinary kid, though. This was Keith Morgan, the man soon to be Ryan's entire world.
Ryan awoke after a week -- extensive scars littered his battered body, making him look like a paper someone had crumpled up and thrown away. Fortunately, the scars on his shoulders and forearms eventually faded away, but the scar on his back where it all began is still prominent. He awoke to Keith looking down at him -- "Woah, you glowed just like a firefly~" he said happily to him, not understanding the total severity of the situation. For the first time in Ry's short life, he laughed. This was the beginning of a close, beautiful friendship.
This friendship lasted throughout gradeschool, and when they were to enter high school, Ryan knew he would be separated from Keith. He had seen the "M" on his wrist -- he knew that they were never going to be able to stay together, but it was growing extremely hard for him to accept it. Slowly but surely, Ryan was falling in love with his best friend. And by the time he realized it, he was too late. He had always kept his status as a servant a secret from Keith, right up to the point where he knew they would never see each other again. When he finally told him, Keith was rightfully upset, but understood that it wasn't Ry (or Fly, as he always called him on account of the firefly comment) who was to blame in it all.
Ryan trudged through high school and his further education in servant-hood until he finally was told that he has a match somewhere -- even though the normal age of eighteen called for him to be paired with someone, his former master had been arrested for prostitution -- it took six years, but now they have finally found a match. He has no clue who his master will be, nor does he really want to know. He wants to merely work blindly.
" sing us a song for me
[/b][/i]behind the mask[/font][/size]
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moo
age ![/font][/size]
eighteen mofos
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pm me~
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*pelvicthrust*
