Post by neva on Aug 2, 2014 11:42:02 GMT -5
Character Name: Ryker Rye Wolf
Archetype: The outcast
Gender: Female
Description: If you see her walking down the street you’d immediately think of her as a punk girl. A trouble maker, delinquent type… Her medium length blonde hair covers left eye from a right part, but let’s face it; she was missing that eye anyway. Not all her hair is blonde, some of it is a silverish blue and to keep the rest out of her face, she tucks the right side of it behind her ear. This of course, reveals a small gold hoop earring. Ryker’s body is long, lean, and lanky, with wiry build and a hard expression that compliments her ice blue of an eye. (Notice I said ‘eye’) On her usual day, she wears a grey tank top with a loose, black hoodie over it. And more often than not, you’ll see a black cap with skulls on her head. Her jeans are worn out, ripped, and loose. On her hands there is black leather, fingerless gloves that hide the prominent scars on her knuckles.
And you’ll never see her without her dog.
Personality: Untrusting, suspicious, and internally angry. Ryker’s the one that can and will; take her anger and frustration out on anything she can punch. But it comes out like a flash, most can’t see it coming. The thing is; she’s exceedingly good at keeping it in. Like most of her emotions. Being a pessimist she only sees the cup as half empty instead of half full. However, she can be encouraging toward the weak and helpless; she isn’t without compassion even if she does seem unfeeling at times. Ryker is also a trifle sadistic, very intelligent, and undoubtedly sarcastic, for example; if Chris tells them to do something, her automatic response is to bow in a dramatic fashion and say; “Yes your masterful majesty” with a sly grin. Knowing him, this will just pump up his already bursting-at-the-seems ego, however. Anyway, you get the point. The teen has been put through a lot of hell; stuff that she’ll never speak of, but it explains some of her attitude. Another thing; if she wants something done she won’t stop till it is, usually unafraid; no, let me rephrase that; able to face any fear, (Courageous) she typically succeeds at it. Horrible social skills, not much of a talker as she is a listener, it’s pretty apparent at times that she is very lonely. But if your able to get her trust; I’ll tell you now, your won’t have a more loyal or protective friend; piss her off enough, you won’t have a more hell off a life. Yeah, as I explained about the
whole ‘looking like a trouble maker’ thing, I never said she wasn’t one...
Skills: Ryker is a break-dancer. Pure and simple. She also has a knack for kick boxing... Oh, forgot to mention that's she's a fast thinker. Can usually get herself out of a pickle. If you know what I mean.
Flaws: She seems tough and stuff right? Well, did you know she's terrified of the dark? Not so much the dark, it's more what could be lurking in it. She's also very much afraid of being in the dark, alone. Or alone, period; manage to separate her from her canine companion (Well, she'll have to be), you'll find that she is much easier to break. Her untrusting nature makes it difficult for her to bond with her teammates, making it hard for her to be a ‘team player’. She isn't a big fan of heights and also; Ryker can't swim, but she never thought of them as weaknessess.
The Audition Tape: The room was small and very roomy for all the lack of belongings except a dirty old sofa. On the walls grew mold and wallpaper was peeling off in chunks. Not to mention the holes, it looked as if someone punched the walls, creating a crater in the soft, rotten wood. There was no carpet, and the only window was one that was very cracked, filtering the bright outside light into the dim depressing light that sat in the room by its dirty planes. And on the ripped, old sofa sat a girl and a dog that looked neat in comparison to what surrounded them. Her fingers threaded through the dogs fur, and the only eye was focused on them, before she reluctantly looked up to face the camera. The teenager dove right in, skipping introductions “Call me Rye.” She said not bothering with her full name “Look, you may not want me, but I nee- WANTED to try anyway.” She rolled her eyes at herself before continuing in her matter-of-fact tone. “Why I decided to join is mainly because I want to test myself, and;” Her white teeth flashed briefly in the dim light as a devilish grin before fading like the sun in the evening. “You.” It seemed as if she was done, but then she opened her mouth again. “I also could do with the money, I mean;” She looked around, as if she hadn’t seen her room before. “What am I talking about? This is perfect, just what I need. Mold in the lungs, and nothing like sofa that has mice living in it to put you to sleep at night.” She was obviously being sarcastic, and then the camera went black as she shut it off…
Archetype: The outcast
Gender: Female
Description: If you see her walking down the street you’d immediately think of her as a punk girl. A trouble maker, delinquent type… Her medium length blonde hair covers left eye from a right part, but let’s face it; she was missing that eye anyway. Not all her hair is blonde, some of it is a silverish blue and to keep the rest out of her face, she tucks the right side of it behind her ear. This of course, reveals a small gold hoop earring. Ryker’s body is long, lean, and lanky, with wiry build and a hard expression that compliments her ice blue of an eye. (Notice I said ‘eye’) On her usual day, she wears a grey tank top with a loose, black hoodie over it. And more often than not, you’ll see a black cap with skulls on her head. Her jeans are worn out, ripped, and loose. On her hands there is black leather, fingerless gloves that hide the prominent scars on her knuckles.
And you’ll never see her without her dog.
Personality: Untrusting, suspicious, and internally angry. Ryker’s the one that can and will; take her anger and frustration out on anything she can punch. But it comes out like a flash, most can’t see it coming. The thing is; she’s exceedingly good at keeping it in. Like most of her emotions. Being a pessimist she only sees the cup as half empty instead of half full. However, she can be encouraging toward the weak and helpless; she isn’t without compassion even if she does seem unfeeling at times. Ryker is also a trifle sadistic, very intelligent, and undoubtedly sarcastic, for example; if Chris tells them to do something, her automatic response is to bow in a dramatic fashion and say; “Yes your masterful majesty” with a sly grin. Knowing him, this will just pump up his already bursting-at-the-seems ego, however. Anyway, you get the point. The teen has been put through a lot of hell; stuff that she’ll never speak of, but it explains some of her attitude. Another thing; if she wants something done she won’t stop till it is, usually unafraid; no, let me rephrase that; able to face any fear, (Courageous) she typically succeeds at it. Horrible social skills, not much of a talker as she is a listener, it’s pretty apparent at times that she is very lonely. But if your able to get her trust; I’ll tell you now, your won’t have a more loyal or protective friend; piss her off enough, you won’t have a more hell off a life. Yeah, as I explained about the
whole ‘looking like a trouble maker’ thing, I never said she wasn’t one...
Skills: Ryker is a break-dancer. Pure and simple. She also has a knack for kick boxing... Oh, forgot to mention that's she's a fast thinker. Can usually get herself out of a pickle. If you know what I mean.
Flaws: She seems tough and stuff right? Well, did you know she's terrified of the dark? Not so much the dark, it's more what could be lurking in it. She's also very much afraid of being in the dark, alone. Or alone, period; manage to separate her from her canine companion (Well, she'll have to be), you'll find that she is much easier to break. Her untrusting nature makes it difficult for her to bond with her teammates, making it hard for her to be a ‘team player’. She isn't a big fan of heights and also; Ryker can't swim, but she never thought of them as weaknessess.
The Audition Tape: The room was small and very roomy for all the lack of belongings except a dirty old sofa. On the walls grew mold and wallpaper was peeling off in chunks. Not to mention the holes, it looked as if someone punched the walls, creating a crater in the soft, rotten wood. There was no carpet, and the only window was one that was very cracked, filtering the bright outside light into the dim depressing light that sat in the room by its dirty planes. And on the ripped, old sofa sat a girl and a dog that looked neat in comparison to what surrounded them. Her fingers threaded through the dogs fur, and the only eye was focused on them, before she reluctantly looked up to face the camera. The teenager dove right in, skipping introductions “Call me Rye.” She said not bothering with her full name “Look, you may not want me, but I nee- WANTED to try anyway.” She rolled her eyes at herself before continuing in her matter-of-fact tone. “Why I decided to join is mainly because I want to test myself, and;” Her white teeth flashed briefly in the dim light as a devilish grin before fading like the sun in the evening. “You.” It seemed as if she was done, but then she opened her mouth again. “I also could do with the money, I mean;” She looked around, as if she hadn’t seen her room before. “What am I talking about? This is perfect, just what I need. Mold in the lungs, and nothing like sofa that has mice living in it to put you to sleep at night.” She was obviously being sarcastic, and then the camera went black as she shut it off…