Post by RYANNE MILLER on Apr 10, 2010 5:31:56 GMT -5
Ryanne Jo Miller
Name Ryanne Jo Miller
Nicknames RJ
Age Seventeen
Birthday April 13th 1993
Class Junior
Sexuality Straight
Clique Creatives
Face Claim Deborah Ann Woll
Hair Blazing red in color, kept at a medium to long length.
Eyes Shimmering blue, easily broadcasting all of her emotions.
Body Type Five Nine, One Hundred Twenty pounds, give or take. Well toned, for her size.
Scars Small circular scar on the inner palm of her right hand, from when she fell in her earlier ears and a nail went into her hand.
Distinguishing Features The splash of freckles and moles that wash across her body.
Overall Appearance
-Skin smooth, and a pale cream in color. It's not possible for her to get a tan, much less hold onto one. But she doesn't let that bother her, because the pale flesh is a beautiful contrast to her vibrant and natural red hair. Speckled along her skin here and there are several freckles and small moles, it's another trait of heritage. There's a single tattoo that circles around her left wrist like a bracelet, they're black angel wings and in the center of the back of her wrist is a heart with her mothers name done in a neat cursive script. Both ears are pierced twice in the lobes, and her bellybutton is done she usually wears simple studs in each hole. When it comes to fashion, her day to day outfits are rather typical, and she doesn't go out of her way to impress with fancy clothes, or designer labels. Of course she couldn't afford them, even if she wanted to. She's a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and she only owns one pair of shoes. That's a worn out pair of black tennis shoes that have seen better days. However, given the time and when she actually feels like putting effort into her appearance, Nicole cleans up nicely and she has the ability to turn a few heads, and even drop a jaw or two.
Likes
-Irish Music
-Alcohol
-Cigarettes
-Storms
-Moonless Nights
-Ghost Stories
-Urban Legends
-Horror/Slash Films
-Coffee
-Sweets
Dislikes
-Loud Music
-Flashing Lights
-Sirens
-Sports
-Waking up Early
-Sweating
-Hot Weather
-Romance Novels
-Romantic Comedy Movies
-Snobs
Secrets
- In her younger years, she would make up wild stories to explain where her father was. Now she just never talks about him, and if she's asked, she'll simply change the subject. In truth, she has no idea who her father is, she's never met him. Every holiday for as long as she can remember, a brown envelope will come in the mail and inside would be money. There's a strange seal on the back, but she doesn't know what it means. Her Mother once explained that the mystery envelope was coming from her Father.
- When she was just tweleve years old, her mother sent her out to the little store just down the street that stayed open all night. It wasn't something new, she did it a thousand times or more, and nothing ever happened. That night it was different, there was a storm brewing and she was in a hurry to get home. Her Mother had a fear of storms, and she didn't want her to be left alone so that's where her mind was. She didn't see him following her, didn't hear him getting closer. By the time she knew something was wrong, it was too late he had his hands about her, and hauled her into the filthy alleyway. She was always a smart girl, and she knew what he intended, she didn't struggle- just laid there and let him do what he wanted. Once he was so wrapped in his movements, she reached out and grabbed a long sliver of broken glass stabbing him in the right eye. Then she ran all the way home, going directly into the bathroom to throw up, and clean herself up. Knowing her mother couldn't handle knowing about it, she kept the rape and her assult against him a secret. She didn't think she had to tell anyone, that she could deal with it on her own. In fact she still thinks it had no real affect on her, but she won't travel through town alone at night, and she's always looking over her shoulder for the man with one eye.
Wishes
- That her Mother has finally found peace and comfort.
- Papa Jo finds a way to move closer to the school, she misses him badly.
- To know at least the name of the man behind the brown envelopes.
Strengths
- Common Sense
- Street Smarts
- Scrapper
- Memorization
Weaknesses
- Social Skills
- Short Temper
- Trust Isssues
- Short Attention Span
Overall Personality
- Ryanne has spent years building a maze of walls to protect herself from outsiders, so she's not an easy person to grow close to. She doesn't mind talking to people, and she'll 'hang out' for a while, until she starts to feel akward and then she'll just slip away as if she were never there at all. She's the type of person who everyone would know by name, but couldn't really answer an important question about her. Emotions and thoughts conflict with one another, as she'd love to actually have at least one close friend she doesn't know how to go about getting one. There's an air of paranoia there, not being able to determine right away who is the sort of person you can trust, and those that you can't. So she keeps everyone at arms length, just waiting for the day when someone will be patient enough with the puzzle that is her, to get close enough, to understand. She longs for someone to understand.
When she's confronted, or put in a situation she doesn't feel safe in. She usually hides her fear behind sarcasam and blunt truths, it's not uncommon for her to be found saying something, that most people only think quietly to themselves. The thought that it might hurt someone's feelings doesn't bother her- but this tactic is only ever used against people who she considers to have no feelings to start with. Her quick temper has lead her into many fights both verbal, and physical. While she might not look like a great force of physical destruction- she's actually quite the scraper and will fight dirty if it means surviving. The way she speaks is a bit dirty, she's known to cuss quite often, and when she's really mad well- some of the things she says would make a sailor blush.
Mother Emily Miller, Deceased
Father Patrick O'Dwyer, Unknown to her
Siblings None
Pets Duke, a ferret
History
- It all began early on in the year 1992, when a young woman and her father decided to go on a true adventure. They were small town country people, living in Virginia at the time. There was only the two of them, for the Mother had passed away early into the girls life, and the father never found another who he could even begin to love. So he spoiled his little girl, his darling Princess. Often working double shifts and two jobs at a time to make sure he had enough money to give her everything her heart desired. When she announced that she wanted to take a trip to Ireland for her sixteenth birthday, well- he couldn't deny her. So he took out another loan using their home as collateral, and saved up money until he had enough to make he rmost recent dream come true. It was a fantastic holiday, and they both a wonderful time- but little did the father know that his beloved had fallen for a wild and older Irish boy. The girl thought it was love, the boy just wanted a little fun. Just before the end of their holiday, the girl discovered she was pregnant, the boy wanted nothing to do with her or the child. The girl waited until they returned home before dropping the news on her Father. At first he had been upset, but he quickly grew excited- after all there was nothing that could be done about it now but embrace the grandchild with open arms.
- On April 13, 1993 the man was blessed with a grandchild, a darling baby girl. Her Mother named her Ryanne after her own mother, Jo after her father, and gave the baby her own maiden name since the father didn't want to have anything to do with his little family. Just as he had done with his own daughter, Jo kept Ryanne just as spoiled. But she was never a difficult child to please, she didn't have the expensive taste, and wild whims like her mother. He actually reminded her a lot of his late wife, the woman she had been named after. Ryanne grew up happy enough, but her mother just grew worse over the years. Falling into depression, and refusing to do anything for herself. So the girl was forced to grow up quicker than children should, and she was forced to take care of her mother, when it should have been the other way around. They moved away from their small country home to a large city, where Jo hoped he could find medical help for his Emily. But nothing worked, no medicines, and nobody could find anything wrong with her body, or her mind. The only thing that happened in that horrible city was Ryanne getting raped, and changing her life forever.
- Emily only stayed with them for two more years, and then one morning she just never woke up. Nobody could explain it, but Ryanne felt it had something to do with her Father, the man with the mysterious brown envelopes. It was a romantic notion, but Ryanne felt that her mother had never given up hope, that he would come and make them a family. Emily Miller died of a broken heart, and that thought brought more changes to Ryanne. She quickly locked her heart up tightly, not wanting to have to go through what she saw happen to her mother. The thought of romance frightens her, she can't even stand to read romance novels, or watch silly romantic movies. Now with her mother gone, and Papa Jo getting on in age, another brown envelope showed up at the house. This one held only a letter adressed to Jo, that said Ryanne is to be sent to Brightwood Academy, and that everything is already paid for. Knowing that Ryanne needed to get away from the darkness and depression of their home, he agreed and shipped her off.
Name/Alias Hollis
Experience Eleven plus years
Code Codeword
RP Sample
Kacy Hollis taken from a thread called Memories, at another forum.
Jeremiah's antics were starting to nibble at her mind, it irritated her a bit that she couldn't quite catch on to what happened. Things weren't supposed to work like that, she was supposed to know these things, to catch on to them. Letting her mind drift back, she thinks over the conversation they just had- slowly putting the pieces together. It was like working with a jigsaw puzzle, that didn't come with a picture guide. So it took a bit longer than it should have, but his last line, and all the little chuckles that she had caught, helped for that last piece to twist about and fall into the right place. A shadow then lifted, letting her see the picture that waited there. Her soft lips fall apart, a slightly shocked look coming over her features- and she lifts her right hand to lightly swat against his shoulder. It was there, in her eyes that she knew exactly what sort of 'bug' he had reacted so oddly to. Laughing softly, she lets her head shake before turning her gaze back out towards the water.
There's a soft pink glow kissing her cheeks now, as she thinks about Jeremiah and what he had been thinking about. She never thought that he could think about her in such a fashion, but perhaps tonight had been the first time that he had. Curling her arms more tightly about herself, she glances back towards him when she hears him starting to speak again. He didn't get very far, before the noise just died off, and the one letter he managed to get out drifted away on the breeze. But then his hand was there, fingers running through her wind blown hair. Closing her eyes, she just enjoys the moment and the emotions that come from Jeremiah with just those small movements.
More started words remaining unfinished, and getting lost in the night. Opening her eyes, she gazes up towards him until their eyes finally manage to meet. No, he might not be able to whisper romantic sonnets, or sweet nothings in her ear. But he had a way of expressing himself, that she found much more gentle, and romantic than simple words. Since he couldn't clearly say the things he wanted- it would be there in his eyes, and in the touch of his hands, his entire body spoke to her for him. A lot of people may not be able to understand that, and while it had been a while since she had to... She could still find everything that he was showing to her. Though there were times when he'd start to say something, and he'd be so confused about it himself- that she couldn't untangle it all totally. Tonight was one of those times, she could see something there, but it was just slightly hidden behind a layer of confusion, and disappointment.
Cold ?
He finally found his voice, and it had nothing to do with what he had started to say earlier. So he had changed his mind... Smiling, she gives a slight nod in response to his words. She was actually quite cold, the sweater she wore wasn't doing much to keep her body heat in. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt this cold, but the doctors had told her it would be a few weeks before she was back to her normal self- so this could just be one of those odd little side effects. Even if she hadn't been cold, a part of her would have still gladly taken his jacket- simply because she wanted to feel him consuming her. To have him wrapped tightly around her, rather than these little delicate touches as if he could break one of his favorite toys if he got too rough. Kacy had never been a delicate flower, she'd been a tomboy her entire life, so all this being careful actually had her quite frustrated.
" Won't you be cold without it? "
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