Rian
08-13-09, 12:23 AM
Name: Rian Micael Trevian
Age: 19
Hair Color Brown
Eye Color Hazel
Height 5'2
Weight 152 lbs
Personality:
First Chance: Rian was a young immature adolescent with a very humorous mind. Rian took nothing seriously and every matter or situation was simply another joke. He never really took in his surroundings and the life he was living. Rian was quick to make poor choices and was always a risk taker, looking for another thrill or a new "drive". Sarcasm was always incorporated into all of Rian's humor and/or insults. Rian always took up the leadership role and was always the one to 'blabber' on about random topics, irrelevant to the topic at hand. Talkative, hyper, funny, and upbeat are some words to summarize Rian.
Second Chance: Rian now has an entirely new personality, his eyes have finally been opened to the world around him. He is much more intellectual and calm. He finally has now seen life in a new perspective and values every second of which he is apart of. He cherishes the world and everyone in it. With the help of Rian's tragedy, he is very motivational and simply has, "a way with words". Rian although a much more mature being, still has his sarcasm and humor. He now sometimes is short-tempered, and easily irritated. His emotions are now stressed and exaggerated. Rian's mind has become much more artistic and creative.
Appearance: Shaggy brown hair, Kiddish facial features, short, dark blue long sleeved shirt with long cuffs, white cargo shorts, Steel chains draped across his chest in an "X" formation.
Weapons: Two four foot steel chains, both equipped with a steel spike at the ends.
Skills: Minor Chain Efficiency: Rian has trained with his chains long enough to have mastered swinging his chains, in order to grapple onto immovable objects. Rian has minor efficiency in use of his chains as a weapon.
Mind Alter: Rian has the ability to switch between his first and his second chance on life.
Motivation: Rian is talented in motivation and persuasion.
History: "Rian wake up! Your going to get to school on time for once!" Cynthia screamed down the hall. Shove something else in your mouth, maybe that will shut you up. Rian thought to himself while he layed in bed, his arm aimlessly scavenged for clothes. Cynthia was the new girlfriend of Rian's father. The irritated boy hated that whore. All she ever did was scream and yell at others for doing bad, never taking time to realize she was doing the worst Rian never could understand what his dad saw in her. Other than to get ol' pops' rocks off, Rian saw no other need for her.
Walking to school was always a drag, the kids in the surrounding houses would always harass Rian on his way to school. They would call him names or even physically harm him. He always said he would one day get back at them for all the pain and stress they had caused.
Rian had finally managed to make his way past his step-mom and out the door he went. Opening the door was always a hassle. The second Rian pulled open the creaking front door, the sunlight beamed warmed his skin, igniting his big brown eyes. The cool breeze swayed his hair back and forth as he walked along the dirt road. Rian always what awaited him at the corner of every block, could it be another bully, or better, a thief to take his little change. He never knew, he simply would assure himself, if that ever occurs, that is just one more name to add to the "eye for an eye" list he had been hiding under his bed.
One more block to go. Rian could see his fellow classmates making their way inside the building. As he made his way to the corner of the block, a quiet, slurred sound was coming from one of the close bushes nearby. As Rian made his way closer to the shrub the sound was becoming clearer, as if someone was begging for help. Once ten feet or so from the bush, Rian could her a girls voice crying out, "Please somebody help me! a snake has attacked me! call for help!" that was all Rian needed in order to begin fast pursuit, to aid the young girl.
The thorny bush looked thick and lush, the small tan thorns jutted out from the rich leaves. Without a moment to think, the boy has grab hold of the nearest branches, only to see a familiar girl holding her ankle. "Are you alright?! What do you need?!" Rian shouted, trying to over power the girls shrieks of pain and agony. "I think it was poisonous!" the young girl screamed. Rian was in a moment of shock, he had never held in his hands, the life of another. He looked around, but nobody was to be seen. Holding his hands high in frustration he gazed back at the girl, only to see that she was no longer holding her ankle. "Are you still in pain?!" Rian asked. The girl stared blankly for a second, and then her lips curved into a sleight grin, as if almost a smile. "One last thing" the girl said, and those were the last words Rian's ears had taken in. After the girls smirk had let out those words, a boy had slammed a boulder into the back of Rian's head. They watched as his eyes twitched shut, his legs collapsed from under him. The boy had become unconscious. Laying there, inanimate and still, the boulder-wielding child smiled. "Nice acting baby! I couldn't have done that better myself!" the bully said as he placed on dirty, muddy boot atop Rian's chest.
"I am sorry to say, but I don't know if he is ever going to wake up mam, it has been near three years, the boy is nineteen and hasn't celebrated any of his past three birthdays." the medic held the weeping mother in his arms. "No! no! this is not the end! why can't you just wake up!" she said, while shaking the vegetable like body. "Just wake up damnit! Why can't y..." the mother words were cut short. Rian's eyes began to flutter and blink, as the boy was catching a glimpse of his new life, his second chance.
Age: 19
Hair Color Brown
Eye Color Hazel
Height 5'2
Weight 152 lbs
Personality:
First Chance: Rian was a young immature adolescent with a very humorous mind. Rian took nothing seriously and every matter or situation was simply another joke. He never really took in his surroundings and the life he was living. Rian was quick to make poor choices and was always a risk taker, looking for another thrill or a new "drive". Sarcasm was always incorporated into all of Rian's humor and/or insults. Rian always took up the leadership role and was always the one to 'blabber' on about random topics, irrelevant to the topic at hand. Talkative, hyper, funny, and upbeat are some words to summarize Rian.
Second Chance: Rian now has an entirely new personality, his eyes have finally been opened to the world around him. He is much more intellectual and calm. He finally has now seen life in a new perspective and values every second of which he is apart of. He cherishes the world and everyone in it. With the help of Rian's tragedy, he is very motivational and simply has, "a way with words". Rian although a much more mature being, still has his sarcasm and humor. He now sometimes is short-tempered, and easily irritated. His emotions are now stressed and exaggerated. Rian's mind has become much more artistic and creative.
Appearance: Shaggy brown hair, Kiddish facial features, short, dark blue long sleeved shirt with long cuffs, white cargo shorts, Steel chains draped across his chest in an "X" formation.
Weapons: Two four foot steel chains, both equipped with a steel spike at the ends.
Skills: Minor Chain Efficiency: Rian has trained with his chains long enough to have mastered swinging his chains, in order to grapple onto immovable objects. Rian has minor efficiency in use of his chains as a weapon.
Mind Alter: Rian has the ability to switch between his first and his second chance on life.
Motivation: Rian is talented in motivation and persuasion.
History: "Rian wake up! Your going to get to school on time for once!" Cynthia screamed down the hall. Shove something else in your mouth, maybe that will shut you up. Rian thought to himself while he layed in bed, his arm aimlessly scavenged for clothes. Cynthia was the new girlfriend of Rian's father. The irritated boy hated that whore. All she ever did was scream and yell at others for doing bad, never taking time to realize she was doing the worst Rian never could understand what his dad saw in her. Other than to get ol' pops' rocks off, Rian saw no other need for her.
Walking to school was always a drag, the kids in the surrounding houses would always harass Rian on his way to school. They would call him names or even physically harm him. He always said he would one day get back at them for all the pain and stress they had caused.
Rian had finally managed to make his way past his step-mom and out the door he went. Opening the door was always a hassle. The second Rian pulled open the creaking front door, the sunlight beamed warmed his skin, igniting his big brown eyes. The cool breeze swayed his hair back and forth as he walked along the dirt road. Rian always what awaited him at the corner of every block, could it be another bully, or better, a thief to take his little change. He never knew, he simply would assure himself, if that ever occurs, that is just one more name to add to the "eye for an eye" list he had been hiding under his bed.
One more block to go. Rian could see his fellow classmates making their way inside the building. As he made his way to the corner of the block, a quiet, slurred sound was coming from one of the close bushes nearby. As Rian made his way closer to the shrub the sound was becoming clearer, as if someone was begging for help. Once ten feet or so from the bush, Rian could her a girls voice crying out, "Please somebody help me! a snake has attacked me! call for help!" that was all Rian needed in order to begin fast pursuit, to aid the young girl.
The thorny bush looked thick and lush, the small tan thorns jutted out from the rich leaves. Without a moment to think, the boy has grab hold of the nearest branches, only to see a familiar girl holding her ankle. "Are you alright?! What do you need?!" Rian shouted, trying to over power the girls shrieks of pain and agony. "I think it was poisonous!" the young girl screamed. Rian was in a moment of shock, he had never held in his hands, the life of another. He looked around, but nobody was to be seen. Holding his hands high in frustration he gazed back at the girl, only to see that she was no longer holding her ankle. "Are you still in pain?!" Rian asked. The girl stared blankly for a second, and then her lips curved into a sleight grin, as if almost a smile. "One last thing" the girl said, and those were the last words Rian's ears had taken in. After the girls smirk had let out those words, a boy had slammed a boulder into the back of Rian's head. They watched as his eyes twitched shut, his legs collapsed from under him. The boy had become unconscious. Laying there, inanimate and still, the boulder-wielding child smiled. "Nice acting baby! I couldn't have done that better myself!" the bully said as he placed on dirty, muddy boot atop Rian's chest.
"I am sorry to say, but I don't know if he is ever going to wake up mam, it has been near three years, the boy is nineteen and hasn't celebrated any of his past three birthdays." the medic held the weeping mother in his arms. "No! no! this is not the end! why can't you just wake up!" she said, while shaking the vegetable like body. "Just wake up damnit! Why can't y..." the mother words were cut short. Rian's eyes began to flutter and blink, as the boy was catching a glimpse of his new life, his second chance.