Ryson (wip)

[Saraitha Mei Miafuji]

:: Ryson Ian Sarojin ::
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:: AGE: 24
:: BIRTHDAY: August 26
:: GENDER: Male
:: SEXUALITY: Hetero
:: FACE CLAIM:
:: MEMBER GROUP: Vampire
:: LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English
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Appearance!

:: EYE COLOUR: Light Brown
:: HAIR:Black
:: HEIGHT:6'2”
:: WEIGHT:200lb
:: TATTOOS & PIERCINGS:

:: GENERAL APPEARANCE: Ryson's physical presentation include a trim, athletically fit body that is not too overly muscular; from his broad shoulders down through his long legs. His arms also long but not to the point of gangly, draped gracefully from his shoulders. His movements always smooth and precise. His face is only slightly narrower than most, with perfect features. A crop of short hair, something resembling a surfer's cut, rides the top of his head.
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Personality!

:: LIKES:
:: DISLIKES: For the most part, Other vampires.
:: HABITS: Sleeping. Vampires need next to none, but he forces a full 8 hours anyway.
:: STRENGTHS: Knowledge that he has learned to control his blood-lust and does not have to take human lives to sustain his own.
:: WEAKNESSES: His failure to fully accept others of his kind.

:: OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ryson is smart, with a good sense of humor and a quit wit to boot. He has maintained a strong sense of compassion, and wants nothing more than to help others when he can. He has accepted what he has become, but holds anger towards what he is and others who are like him. (vampires). Just because he is a vampire, he does not feel the need to seek out a clan. He rather try to blend in to the humans around him, although keeping a fair distance from them as well. He prides himself on his vegetarianism. He has not killed another human since the horrific incident with his parents. Ryson knows he can never go back to the way things were. He strives for a balance that he may never be able to attain.

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History!

:: MOTHER: Yoshika Rae Sarojin
:: FATHER: Ian Ryson Sarojin
:: SIBLINGS: Sister; Autumn Sarojin
:: SPOUSE: None
:: CHILDREN: None
:: PETS: Tried a cat once. Became a midnight snack soon afterward.

:: HISTORY: Ryson's fortunes came to an abrupt end at the new-year's party he'd been invited to 3 years earlier. An aspiring engineer fresh out of college had not a clue to his destined fate. A “strapping young lad”, as his grandmother referred to him, thought his wildest fantasy's had come true when he attracted the interest of a gorgeous redhead he thought was way out of his league or at the least, spoken for. Her bright green eyes mesmerized him, keeping his focus and attention on them almost exclusively. He seemed to have said and done all the right things for she asked him to leave the party for a more private walk on the private beach outside. He'd thought little of the seemingly innocent questions she asked, like if he'd come there with anyone, and whether he was expected anywhere after the party. They'd taken blankets, and after a long walk down the beach, settled down to a bon-fire he'd built quickly, fueled by abundant driftwood around them.. Shortly after, they were making out to his delight when her grip suddenly became rock hard as she rolled on top of him. Her eyes seemed to blaze before her mouth clamped down on his neck. It was painful at first, but the pain subsided and he felt pleasure, which faded as his body was empties of his lifeblood. The pain returned abruptly, his strength leaving him with his blood. She detached and hissed a command at him. She willed him to bite her and drink of her. He'd closed his eyes and resisted, but the pain within him mounted to unbearable heights. She released his arm to take hold of his face. She forced his face to hers and promised the pain would end if she did as she commanded. Moments later, he had no choice. He was in agony. He bit into her neck with surprising ease and drank. With each gulp, his strength returned. His mind screamed at him to stop this insanity. What was he doing. She'd just tried to kill him. Her grip seemed to ease at his acceptance of her. Without giving thought to the consequences he heaved her off of him. He rolled away from her quickly and then stopped to face her. He saw she'd landed in the bonfire and heard her shrieking with pain. Her evening gown burst into flames She headed for the water but collapsed before reaching it.

Ryson somehow made it to his parents retirement home not too far away. They'd bought their dream beach house in Florida when he retired a year ago. Ryson was visiting for the winter, since Jersey was cold and snowed in. Both he and his sister came down at his fathers request. His neck had healed somehow. But his shirt was covered in blood. He had felt weak and was still in a fair amount of pain when he stumbled in. He did not have any contact with any other person since leaving the beach minutes ago. His mother came into the Foyer wondering who was out the door. Immediately, before he could stop himself, Ryson was on her. He drained and killed her before he know what he had done. Looking up from the lifeless body, he was his father looking at him in shock. His blood-lust was sated now, so he did not attack. His father moaned then turned and ran to reach the phone, screaming at Ryson. Asking what he'd done. Ryson lept to his feet to reach his father before he picked up the phone to call police. He did not know his strength. He thought to restrain,to try to explain, but instead crushed his father in his grip. Ryson screamed. He was besides himself in grief. He did not have time to fully grasp what had happened. Somehow he could hear a car pulling into the driveway. He rushed to the front door and yanked it open to find his sister Autumn walking up the path. He mouthed an apology and asked his forgiveness. He rushed away, leaving her with gaping mouth to stare at his retreating back. He ran far and away to keep away from any people he would want to hurt. He never sought out his sister in the 3 years since. He would not know how to face her. Once in control of his blood-lust, he returned to civilization.

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Out Of Character!

:: YOUR NAME/ALIAS: Sunny
:: YOUR AGE: To know is to die
:: CONTACT: (optional. msn, email, etc.)
:: ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: On and off for the many cycles
:: OTHER CHARACTERS: none at the moment

:: ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
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Credits!

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