&& WHAT MORE CAN I DO.

[RYAN NEILSON.]

YOU;;
OOC name; mhmm. sarah. are you sick of me yet? xD

CHARACTER;;
Full Name; Ryan Paul Neilson
Age; Twenty Two

APPEARANCE;;
Build; Ryan is actually quite muscular, with a more ‘buff’ physique than some. He is tall, standing about six foot two, muscles strong and well developed, but not to the point of making him look like a body builder. He holds a great deal of strength, but hardly ever uses it, as he is not all that much of a violent sort of guy. Most people get the wrong impression when they get an idea of how powerful he can be, but really, he’s more of a softie than they think.
Hair; Ryan's hair is usually cropped short, not quite considered a buzz cut, but not to the point where it falls into his eyes. His hair is naturally a darker brown color, but in his usual short cut, it looks blacker than brown. Ryan does not do much with his hair, perhaps the occasional gell of a few strands, but otherwise, things are left to their own accord, which is the way he likes it.
Eyes; Ahh, the eyes. Ryan’s eyes are a bright blue hue, piercing yet entrancing at the same time. They are both his favorite and least favorite parts of his body at the same time. He likes the color of his eyes, but despises the fact that it is sometimes easy to read his emotions through them. Ryan is a relatively kind man, but he still likes his privacy as much as the next man.
Nose; His nose is not anything all that noticeable, at least not as much so as his eyes. It’s straight, prominent as any other feature on his face.
Lips; Perhaps one of Ryan’s least favorite features. His lips are not very plump, more on the thin side. They are a pale color, but usually curled into an amiable smirk. They are surrounded by dark stubble, more for the reason that Ryan tends to be a bit too lazy to shave each night, not so much that he believes it looks good, even if others think so.
Tattoos; He holds one tattoo on his left shoulder blade, an hour glass, the sand half gone. It took a good hour for the tattoo artist to create, painstaking and leaving him sore for weeks. However, he believes it was worth it in the end, a poignant message he likes to live by.
Scars; Ryan is dotted with scars, half of which he doesn’t even remember getting. A few are from his past, the ones he tries to forget about most, while others are from mishaps in Wood Shop during high school.
Flaws; As for flaws—we all have them, don’t we? Ryan’s aren’t any more unusual that anyone else’s, whether it’s his rough skin, the scars along his arms—you name it. He tries not to focus on them, tries not to let himself brood. He has moments of helpless optimism, most of which are forced, merely because he’s afraid of letting himself relapse into depression.
Piercings;

PERSONALITY;;
Personality; If anything, Ryan is perhaps more on the simpler sides when it comes to his personality. He’s consistent, at least, with his moods and such. You have a sure-fire chance at knowing what he’ll do next. You may think this as boring, that there’s never any spontaneity in Ryan’s life. But, don’t get me wrong, he has his moments, just as everyone does. These moments tend to surface when he is thinking about something from his past, or when he’s…afraid. Yes, you heard correctly. Afraid.

The most common side you’ll see? The consistent, reliable Ryan. The man that will let you tell him your problems, and tell you it will all be okay. The face he puts on at work each day. The face he likes most. This Ryan is enjoyable to be around, the side that most know, and most love. He’ll be kind, caring, and careful. Trustworthy. You don’t have to worry about him using your problems against you, blackmailing you, doing anything that involves a hidden agenda. Everything he does is sincere, with thought put into it. The last thing this Ryan wants to see is you heartbroken or hurt.

But of course, there’s the ‘old Ryan.’ The side that got him arrested those several years ago. The snarling, witty boy who always seemed to be up to no good, as reliable as the wind. You couldn’t quite pin him down. He was always getting himself into deep trouble, not thinking before acting. You may think this side totally contradicts the Ryan everyone knows today, and in truth, it does. How could he have changed so immediately? Not even he is sure. But whatever the reason, this Ryan is more of a thing of the past than a true personality trait, barely surfacing save a few rare occasions. And that is probably for the best.

But what about the fear I spoke of before? That is the last side of Ryan you'll ever encounter. You would never understand this side unless you knew what had happened before you met him, the things he's done, the things he's seen. This face will take over each time his mind wanders to it for an extended period of time. He'll sink into himself, stay out of the public eye, until it all passes. His friends wonder why he doesn't answer his phone for a week or so every few months, but then resurfaces as kind and caring as ever. It's peculiar, to say the least, but it all passes in time.

So whether you encounter the fearful Ryan, Ryan the radical, or good old Reliable Ryan, it's all part of him, some less than others. It takes time to understand it, but once you do, it will all seem perfectly reasonable. Ryan will seem perfectly reasonable.

Likes; -- Trust
-- His job
-- Women
-- A drink or two
-- Quiet
-- Breeze

Dislikes; -- Hatred
-- Sluts, whores, etc.
-- People who brood
-- Thinking of his past
-- Large parties

PAST;;
Family;

Addison Neilson
Fourty Six
Mother
Relationship: Good


Jerry Neilson
Fourty Nine
Father
Relationship: Relationship? There isn't one.


Ken Neilson
Twenty Five
Brother
Relationship: Good

History; Ryan Paul Neilson was born on February 14th, 1986. He was late, loud, and boisterous, as well as completely healthy. He was taken home by his mother, father, and brother, to their large home in Oregon. The Neilsons were a prominent family in their small community, well respected and hardworking. However, Jerry went back to work immediately after his second son's birth, not even offering to drive his wife home from the hospital. His suit was much more important, in his twisted opinion.

Ryan grew quickly, losing his baby fat quite young, and shooting up like a tree, as some might say. He and his brother were extremely close, despite the age difference. Ken was his mentor in every way possible, always there for him if he had trouble in school or anything like that. It was a close bond, but it only proved to hurt him in the end.

School was hard for Ryan at first, so much information impressed onto his mind that he had trouble sorting through it all. He was teased because of this, and teachers often wondered why it was so hard for him to grip the lesson they'd just taught. But they didn't understand how his brain worked, and at that point, neither did he. Slowly, though, he came to terms with his thought process, everything beginning to click into place. School got easier, children stopped teasing him, and started befriending him. He grew even closer to Ken. Addison cared for him, and Jerry... well, Jerry worked. Made money. He was a lawyer first, father second. But Ryan wasn't missing a male adult figure. That was what he had Ken for, in his opinion.

He was very much into sports, especially soccer, loving the feeling of the grass and his cletes, playing in minor leagues at a local playground. He wasn't the star of the team, but he wasn't very bad at the game either. It was a way for him to fuel his energy, which, might I add, he had a good bit of. His teammates all thought he was great, and he made friends with them all easily. He was their supporter, always offering encouraging words as they ran past him. His father got mad at this, telling him not to be their cheerleader, but Ryan never listened, just kept murmuring his words. His team got second place in a state tournament, and Ryan got Most Valuable Player. The plaque and trophy were displayed proudly in the Neilson household, and even Jerry was a bit proud. It was hard not to be.

Elementary school passed into middle school, and Ryan seemed for the first time to notice that there were other things on this earth besides soccer and school. He began to be quite a ladies' man if you will, the subject of many crushes, but never quite holding one of his own. He couldn't seem to make up his mind, and it seemed rather petty to him at the time. They were just girls, and he couldn't really make himself like any of them. He was merely an eighth grader, not someone looking for love. He would have a few harmless flirting situations, but never anything more.

It was his ninth grade year when his brother got involved in a darker crowd, vandalizing the neighborhood and just being allaround bad news. It was a shocking group for Ken to belong to, as he was usually quite a responsible young man. But, for whatever reason, he made himself at home with the vandals, his strong bond with Ryan eventually sucking the younger boy in. His grades dropped, and he began to drink and smoke, enjoying the attention it brought him. He lost a lot of his old friends, but made new ones. He was so oblivious to the whole thing he hardly noticed the change in faces, adapting to each new idea pathetically easily.

His parents were not pleased, to say the least, that both of their boys were rebelling in such a manner. They tried their hardest to get them back into line, forbid them from attending parties, but they managed to get out there anyway. Teachers began to wonder where their bright young Ryan had gone, disappointed as they wrote the big, red "F's" on his papers. Where had the bring Ryan gone? At this point, no one could be certain.

As his sophomore year came, his brother was shipped off to a faraway college, leaving Ryan alone with the realization that he was way off track. He took a break from his party life, even if only until the end of his senior year. Over these three years, nothing all that important happened. Girls came and went, soccer seasons passed, his grades improved. He was accepted into colleges across the nation, eventually choosing Princeton. His parents' reactions at his leaving differed; his mother cried, hugging her son, and his father gruffly handed him his bags. He boarded the plane alone, his belongings having being shipped seperately, and said goodbye to the life he knew in Oregon. Princeton, here he came.

Funny, how convenient it was that he made friends with the worse crowd at Princeton so easily. They all thought he was great, and he fell back into his routine of drinking, smoking, occasionally smoking some pot. He did his work after classes, put it all away, and let the partying begin. He was arrested for driving drunk once or twice, each time managing to bail himself out, with only a few hundred hours of community service as his punishment. Somehow the judges believed him each time, let him go with a warning and a miniscule sentence. But he never did turn his life around, until his graduation day.

Everyone said this Pre-Med student was a sure-fire candidate for being at the top of his class, his grades better than anyone else's. But the college knew about his problems, and considered him not to deserve the honors, that they should go to the truly devoted student. So in the end, he only graduated at the top of two classes: Psychology and Failure.

He was ashamed as he accepted his diploma, ashamed of his drug addictions, ashamed of being so dispicable. He distanced himself from the group of vandals, from their vile ways. The fights that happened as they all sat wasted in alleys, the blows thrown at each other. He didn't want to remember those hellish years he'd wasted, or feel the shame that crept up his cheeks when he thought about what he'd done. He went completely clean after, going several months without a drop of alcohol. His father still held a grudge, but his mother forgave him openly.

He has since let his mouth taste alcohol again, but not very often. He has not let a drug enter his system that was not a required medication. His brother, however, is a different story, drifting from rehab to rehab, breaking all of the rules, being kicked out. His father seems unable to hate his older son, though, leaving all of this shame upon Ryan. It has left for some awkward conversations and heated arguments, but it doesn't seem all that important to Ryan in the end.

What all exactly happened in those years wasted with the vandals isn't really all that clear. If you'd ask Ryan, he'd change the subject. He doesn't like thinking of his father's disappointment, or his own disappointment. He's more of the type who likes to please, and thinking of the fact that he failed in this aspect only manages to depress him, and really, who would like to be depressed?

PRESENT;;
Pets; One dog -- Regan -- Black labrador -- Three years
Siblings; One Brother, Ken. Shuffled from Rehab to Rehab.
Children; None that he knows of
Education; Elementary-- Finished High School-- Finished College-- Finished
Job; Surgeon

CITY OF ANGELS;;
Celebrity; Paul Walker
Sample Post; must i? x/
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[kallisto]

Accepted. Awesome.