Post by RYAN MITCHELL on Dec 14, 2010 2:57:50 GMT -5
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]FULL NAME. Ryan Joshua Mitchell[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. Ry, Ryry
AGE. 27
BIRTHDATE. August 9
GENDER. male
SEXUALITY. homosexual
TRAINER CLASS. Rangers
- CANON.
FACE CLAIM:NABARI NO OU
[b]YOITE[/b] - [i]ryan joshua mitchell[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY. 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.[/b] reading, his friends, his pokemon partner, protecting others, writing, sketching, silence, open mindedness, the piano, foreign music, theater, procrastinating, watching people from afar, normal types, water types
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 friends back in those days, he found himself being a scape goat for the people he loves today.
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.
He has been put down a lot when it comes to what he wants to do for a living -- if he can't even talk to other people in a casual manner without feeling so much anxiety, then how would he make a good ranger? And not only this, but with his fear of conflict... being a high ranking Ranger would surely not allow him to be in such a position. However, there is one factor that overrides all of his fears -- fire, people, conflict, hatred... and that is his love for Pokemon. He's extremely proud of what he does, and he has dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the protection and care of both Pokemon and people. Never does he want another living creature to suffer the same horrid fate he was almost met with when he was five years old, and he has submerged himself in protecting as many as he can.
His overly caring nature has caused him to become attached to every single Pokemon he encounters, but though the goodbyes are always tearful, he lets them go knowing that he's done something -- no matter how small -- for the greater good of everyone. He's extremely empathetic, which also adds to how he's far more willing to better himself for the sake of others. If he can do anything to save someone, he'll try his best to fulfill it. Many might even consider him to be ambitious, but he tries his best, and that's all that should matter.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION. black hair, blue-gray eyes, very pale, tall, blushes easily, has extensive burn scars on his back and shoulders, wears tight clothing but nothing too outrageous, has piercings in his earlobes, has a small tattoo on his hip.
DISLIKES. fire, houndoom, any fire type, speaking, arguing, approaching someone, his mother, being left out, crowds, pressure
GOALS. to save as many pokemon as he possibly can, even if that means getting over his horrid fear of fire
FEARS. his mother, fire, houndoom, heights
SECRETS. Optional.
HISTORY.
When Ryan was born, his father was already gone -- he was born a bastard child, and his mother, Arella, had absolutely no clue which sordid man out there could possibly be his father. She had never wanted a child, but an abortion was out of the question. It cost too much money, which was something she didn't have an abundance of, of course. So, on one warm August morning, with a clear blue sky ahead and the smell of summer hanging in the air, Arella gave birth. With no male support, Arella had to raise the tiny child alone.
Arella had a problem -- a harsh bout of paranoid schizophrenia took over her brain most of the time, making most, if not all, her decisions completely irrational. No doctor had checked on her mental stability until Ryan was a few years older... and until the incident occurred. Instead, during Ryan's very early years, Arella kept to herself. Her mental stability was already shaky, and it seems that postpartum depression was getting to her head. Almost immediately, she began to neglect him in small ways -- not tending to him when he was crying, waiting until she couldn't take the smell before changing him, et cetera.
Growing up in this strange environment with constant mood swings and abuse obviously had a profound effect on Ryan.
Even as a toddler, his mother grew worse. She began to insult him whenever he tried to speak, which began the pattern of his stammer. Even when he was first learning to talk, he found himself fumbling over his words in a thick stutter. His voice was shy and meek, almost apologetic. This only aggravated his mother more, and so he learned to mainly keep his mouth shut whenever she was around. His stutter, therefore, was never fixed. Unable to practice his speech, he still has a word fumble today most of the time, although it is far better since when he first had it. Insults led to spankings for any possible thing Ryan did wrong, which led to his hesitation and fearfulness around others. She taunted and teased him some days, but other days, she was like any normal mother, wanting her small son to be happy. Ryan couldn't keep up with these fast changes, but he found solace within the grace of pokemon. He coddled the family pet, a meowth, constantly.
That passion was stifled instantly. His mother decided to snuff it in its prime, and to do that, she had to use a pokemon against him. It was three days before Ryan's fifth birthday. After Ryan had caused the final straw by doing something wrong, she forced her son outside, pushing him into the open air. He remembers beautifly and butterfree dancing with each other near the flowers his mother had planted when she was in one of her good moods. The smell of freshly cut grass was completely marred by the smell of a dog -- a big, mangy houndoom that was the only thing his mother seemed to adore. Ryan had always feared that gigantic fire dog, but this was going to make his timidness towards them a whole lot worse. The dog opened its gaping jaws, and at the word, a stream of fire erupted from his maw.
The fire latched to his back, and immediately the boy began to scream. He fell to the floor and clawed at the grass, Arella watching with vague, dead eyes as he struggled to put the flames out. She walked back inside the house, and the little family Meowth grew afraid of the flames and kept himself in the kitchen. It was only until after Ryan's body had gone into shock that an elderly couple from across the street found him burning to death in his backyard. He was immediately taken into the hospital, where they discovered the other signs of abuse on his tiny body. Scars, scrapes, and bruises seemed to cover his legs and stomach wherever she'd try and kick him. The authorities took the matter into their own hands and decided -- after a fearful and meek testimony from Ryan -- to press charges against Arella. She was soon sent to a mental institute for the criminally disturbed, and Ryan was put in the hands of the elderly couple who had saved him.
By the time Ryan was six, he was in a far more stable environment, albeit his new parents were far more protective of him. They tried to shield him from everything bad in the world (and, so, he didn't learn about sex until he was twelve...) They believed that, because of his history, pokemon shouldn't be around him for a while. The Houndoom that had burned him was sent to a trainer who could handle the responsibility. However, Ryan's little Meowth was given to him as a gift. He decided to finally give it a nickname -- Nyao. A simple nickname, but he was only six, after all. Although he and Nyao were fairly inseparable, Ryan still felt extremely cautious around most other types of pokemon, especially when his parents tried to reinforce that cautiousness. They told him scary stories of pokemon to make sure he'd stay as far away from any of them save for Nyao as possible.
Once Ryan was seven years old, his nose was constantly in a book. While all of the other youngsters began to run around and start training for their time to become a pokemon trainer, Ryan was sitting under a tree and immersing himself in the world of books. He loved how a book could take him away into a whole different world, and even today, if he needs a break from the stress of being a ranger administrator, he'll curl in bed with a good book. All of the youngsters found him to be quite odd with his stutter and mannerisms alike. Not many talked to him, and those who did usually were only in for it to throw in a few badly phrased insults. These words got to him, but not enough for him to stop reading -- instead, he just stopped trying to talk to others, believing himself to not be good enough for the normal crowd. He didn't deserve their kindness, nor the kindness of his new parents, for that matter. Thus, his insecurities started to take hold and shape him.
As school progressed for Ryan, he grew into watching others battle. He never entered a battle himself, of course. Although his mind was sharper than any of the other students and his marks were the highest, he was probably the worst when it came to pokemon. He kept his Nyao as a pet rather than as a partner, and so he stayed on the sidelines. He made a few friends when he was about ten years old, which helped him out of his shell a bit. Of course, it didn't draw him out completely, and he was still very shy, especially when meeting new people. Once again, he felt as if he wasn't good enough for the kindness people showed him, and so he tried to avoid people as much as possible so he wouldn't feel the sting of not deserving their presence.
Time passed on slowly for Ryan -- two, three, finally four years later, and he was in a higher grade level than most other kids. He was a "whiz kid" as most of the other students called him, and he was put in a special internship program for possible high career choices. This was difficult -- Ry had no clue what he wanted to do when he was older. A teacher suggested that, with his kind attitude and empathetic personality, he would maybe make a good Ranger. Of course, he scoffed off this idea immediately. He wasn't brave enough to be a cool pokemon ranger. The fourteen year old waited a while before deciding on a different career option -- possibly helping with a nurse... but then he saw who his mentor would be if he happened to pick the ranger option.
What...what was this? Why did his heart suddenly clench in his chest when he first saw the young looking ranger? Why was a blush forming on his cheeks without him even speaking? The ranger's name was Keith, and immediately, Ryan decided to be taken under the twenty year old's wing. He decided that, in order to impress him, however, he would need to start battling. He began to train with Nyao... and realized that his battling skills were terrible. Although he had gotten a head start in books, it seemed that he was extremely behind when it came to battling skills. Years passed under Keith's tutelage, and Ryan slowly became stronger. Fifteen, sixteen, finally seventeen years, and he was only a bit farther behind than the rest of the kids when it came to battling.
Keith then began to show him the basics of becoming a ranger. It was a good thing, Ryan was realizing, that Keith had been good looking. His enticing face brought Ryan into the world of being a ranger, and he adored it. The way these people were so selfless in protecting the pokemon in the wild that couldn't protect themselves... it was extremely endearing, and Ryan couldn't help but find himself drawn to the job. He knew for certain that this was his career choice. The idea of being able to save a small Happiny from being eaten by a strong looking Seviper excited him to the very core, and he looked to Keith for guidance and training. He was so eager that many told him to slow down or he'd burn himself out...
The day finally came when Ryan turned eighteen. The sad news, however, came as well as the acceptance letter into being a ranger. He would have to leave Nyao behind. Although Ryan understood that he could receive his little Meowth once more when he was completed with training with his new partner, it was still sad to part with the catlike creature. This started a whole pattern of parting with pokemon -- new goodbyes only followed with new hellos, and Ryan seemed to enjoy both. He received his partner pokemon the first day he got into the training academy. A Buizel -- he decided to nickname him Jet, as he knew his Aqua Jet attack would pack a whollop when they were later able to battle and help others. He was secretly glad to have a water type with him at all times -- all of the fire types out there and forest fires he'd have to stop... he needed the protection for himself, as well.
Training was ruthless -- however, although he was rising much more slowly than the rest of his peers, Ryan rose through the ranks, soon becoming a full-fledged ranger. He was twenty at the time, a few months behind the rest. He and Jet had bonded over the two years they had trained together, and they were both very close. However, Jet was always quite foolhardy and enjoyed battling a bit too much. Ryan always took a different approach when saving pokemon in the wild -- he would use the landscape to his advantage, and rather than hurting a pokemon in the process of battling it, he would try and let Jet distract the creature while he swooped in and saved whoever was in trouble. Many found this method to be strange, even a bit cowardly, but it seemed to work for him, especially when the time came for him to become an elite.
He was twenty five when his biggest job earned him fame. A large forest fire was happening -- a common job for a ranger to have was to stop these fires from spreading, and so Ryan was sent out to do something about it. Of course, his fear of fire was as wild as the fire itself, so his mind was usually quite muddled when trying to stop a forest fire. His Buizel was able to help most of the time, using water guns and aqua jets as much as he could to keep the flames at bay. However, this fire seemed different. It was more localized... and this was when Ryan realized that the fire had been set off by a local gang of teenagers. They had been rough-housing in the woods with their fire starter pokemon when a fire began, and with them not taking necessary precautions to protect themselves, the small bonfire they had created grew into something huge and swallowing.
The four boys were still trapped in the woods, two of them unconscious from the smoke by the time Ryan entered the start of the fire. Although he was probably far more afraid than even the trapped boys were, he began to order Buizel to keep the fire at bay while he took the boys and got them to safety. However, as he loaded three of the four up on his Salamance, borrowed from a friend for the job, a large tree fell in their path. The flames were far too high for Salamance to try and fly over, and there was little room to get a running start. It seemed that they were all trapped, and so Ryan did the only thing he thought that he could -- he stood in front of the four boys and tried to block out as much smoke from their lungs as he could.
Jet saw what was happening, and a surge of power rushed through him. He glowed a brilliant white, and before Ryan knew it, his Buizel was now a powerful Floatzel. The large otter like creature let out much larger streams of water from his mouth, able to put out the huge fire on the tree. The Salamance lifted the three loaded boys, but seemed to have completely forgotten about Ryan, Jet, and the fourth boy. Ryan's lungs were too filled with monoxide to call out for the Dragon type to come back, and so he knew he had to travel through the flames in order to get out. Picking up the boy and starting to stagger away, Jet covered all three of them in a large stream of water in order for the heat of the flames to not burn them as quickly. Jet led the way, fighting through the fire as Ryan kept the boy close to his chest.
It was about ten minutes before they finally made it out, and Ryan collapsed immediately when they were a safe distance away. His bravery for sticking with the child and being able to drag him out to safety elevated his status to an elite ranger -- of course, he trained harder still with Jet and was soon able to climb to the ranks of being the second administrator -- the second in command.
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{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Moo[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. 6+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS. nadaaa
MEMBER TITLE. st-st-stutterin'
CONTACT INFORMATION. pm :3
OTHER INFORMATION. naaah xD lol went overboard in history
SECRET PHRASE. OAK OAK OAK OAK OAK. oak.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. The scene changed around him. Ryan was no longer out cold on the floor in the middle of Remi's apartment. It was in the beginning of August, just a few days before his fifth birthday. The sun was high, there wasn't a cloud in sight, and butterflies were playing with each other near the flowers his mother had planted while in one of her rare good moods. The smell of roses and daisies, freshly cut grass, and burning flesh filled the air. Twittering birds, gentle breezes, and the screams of a helpless child were enough to send shivers down one's spine. In the middle of the beautiful scenery lay a small, redheaded boy, crying and screaming bloody murder as flames licked the skin of his back, having burned through a good amount of skin already.
No! N-no, please! I d-didn't mean to b-b-break it! I s-swear! Put i-it out! Put it out! Maryanne stood above him, the match having burned out and was resting in a smoldering heap of burnt wood at her feet. She grinned maniacally down at him, her eyes flashing. I love watching you squirm, was all she said, her voice and gaze distant looking, as if this scene didn't give her pleasure or pain. This was all routine to her. Ryan began to sob and scream, suddenly lashing out with a tiny fist to try and punch her ankle. Put i-it out! Put it out! His body was wracked with pain -- the heat was so extreme that it felt ice cold. His body was slowly moving into shock, blocking out the burning on his back as much as it could. His mother stared down at him for a few more moments before turning and walking away. No! NO! he screamed after her, his arm lifting weakly. His fingers stretched out as far as they could, reaching out for her. The effort was in vain, of course, and his arm flopped back to his side. The flames continued to dance along slowly dying nerves. He was starting to not feel anything, and so he sighed and weakly turned his head to the side. He watched butterflies dance with each other in the flowers by the house, his eyes starting to dull. He finally let out one last shriek of --
"PUT IT OUT!" Immediately, Ryan awoke and screamed this statement like bloody murder, but he didn't see Remi. He saw his mother standing over him tauntingly, and he immediately lashed out. His hand flew out blindly, trying to punch her as she sneered at him, the already burned skin of his back tingling with that same feeling once more. "Put it out! Put it out!" He started to roll on the floor, trying desperately to make the imaginary fire disappear, but it was all in vain. He stared up at the ceiling with the same dead looking eyes as he did so many years ago. His gaze flashed back at Remi, the fear clouding his blue eyes and turning them a deep silver.
He writhed around a few more moments before slowing down, his face deathly pale and a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Items in the room slowly became clear -- the couch, the chair, the broken glass behind him... Remi... He panted, his body slumping with exhaustion as he stared at the ceiling, turning to Remi with weary looking eyes. "I... am..." he began, looking at him before his eyes filled with tears. "So... sorry... I'm s-so sorry... oh... I'm... so sorry..."
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