Post by ray on Jan 13, 2010 19:50:22 GMT -6
[/color]VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
i don't want to change the world
i just want to leave it colder[/font][/center]
WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]
FULL NAME: Ray Valence Meyer[/font]
NICKNAMES: Just Ray
GENDER: male
AGE: twenty five
PAST EDUCATION: gradeschool, high school, specialized music classes
JOB: freelance musician -- whatever he can do to get money, he'll do it.
PLAYBY: adam lambert
YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]
ETHNICITY: caucasian[/font]
HAIR COLOR: black, a few random blue and green streaks here and there
EYE COLOR: silver-blue
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 174 lbs
BODY TYPE: long and sort of lanky -- little muscle, mostly baby fat.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: one tattoo of an orobourous on his right hip, whip scars on his back.
PERSONAL STYLE: Ray's entire outfit always is extremely loud and in your face -- his flamboyancy flows through the makeup he puts on his eyes, which is normally a dark shade to bring out the argent color in his irises. His hair is jet black, contrasting with the pale tint on his skin. A few strands are dyed a bright blue on the right side of his hair, and it is normally swept back with the rest. He spikes it in the back and lets the longer strands hang in his eyes as bangs. His smile, though extremely rare, is wide and very contagious if you're ever lucky enough to see it.
His figure is effeminate, to say the least. Curves that probably shouldn't be there are accentuated through the skin-tight shirts and jeans he wears. Normally, his jeans are accentuated with studded belts or chains of some sort, but if he feels that he needs to "dress up" for a certain occasion, he will by wearing a simple tuxedo. He'll sometimes wear a powder blue dress shirt underneath, but normally it would be white in color. He adores wearing necklaces, and they commonly rest in great multiples around his neck. He has a small tattoo on his hip of a snake eating itself, creating a circle, and a bunch of whip lines on his back that he always refuses to talk about.
OTHER: nada mas~
IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]
STRENGTHS: caring, loyal, confident[/font]
WEAKNESSES: control freak, runs away from his problems
LIKES: males, singing, sushi, leather, reading, control, keeping to himself, performing, meditating, intelligent people, sex with no strings attached, flirting
DISLIKES: talking about himself, exposing his real self, trusting others, commitment, fear, nagging, vulnerability, idiots, love/romance, people who want to "fix" him
FLAWS: Commitment and control issues, narcissistic
HABITS: He bites the nailpolish off of his nails constantly, whenever he gets nervous. He also tends to bite on his lower lip a lot when he's deep in thought. Also, whenever he gets truly angry, he begins to go on fast-paced rants in his native language, French.
SECRETS: An out of control sadism/masochism session when he was 20 left him with extensive scars on his back.
BEST MEMORY: When Joe first said "I love you" to Ray -- never had he experienced such happiness, and he probably never will.
WORST MEMORY: That would be a tie between when he found out that Joe had been cheating and when he lost control during an S&M session a few months after the relationship ended.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Even though Ray hides behind a mask of complete self-assurance and almost cocky attitudes, he's a modest and genuinely caring guy. Calm and collected on the outside, he enjoys control and those he feels that he can manipulate a little. He doesn't freak out easily over much of anything that's out of his control -- at least, not publicly. He would much rather keep all of his negative emotions hidden inside of himself instead of put his entire soul out in the open, where he could be vulnerable.
His views on sex are slightly conflicting -- despite the fact that he's a bit of an addict, he won't outwardly make his intentions known to a "date." Speaking of dates... Ray never does anything of the sort. Anything that could allow him to get close to someone emotionally makes him cringe away, and he doesn't want to take the chance of falling in love again. Commitment is a scary word for Ray -- he will run away from anything that remotely resembles it, which means that many might consider him to be a bit of a manwhore. His sexual prefrence is male, and he tries to make this as obvious as possible. Whether it's to lure a man in for an easy lay or to allienate himself from potential friends is unclear.
If you do, however, get the chance to ever get close to Ray, he's as loyal as a dog. He will fight tooth and claw to defend his friends, and he doesn't mind doing them any sort of favors (as long as it doesn't put him at much risk.) He will gain short lived bouts of bravery during a fight with someone when it comes to those he cares about, but he normally would rather turn tail from anything that resembles conflict. Instead, he'd ignore the offender or give them the cold shoulder -- they're not worth his time.
He doesn't, surprisingly enough, enjoy that much attention if he's not on a stage. He tends to sink into himself during a social situation, mainly from fear of actually liking someone and allowing his heart to fly open at the hinges.
AND WE'LL BOTH GROW OLD ,[/color]
CHARACTER HISTORY ,
well i don't know, i don't know, i don't know, i hope so[/color]
HOMETOWN: Paris, France[/size][/font]
PARENTS: Maryanne Meyer - mother ; Darryl Meyer - father
SIBLINGS: Allison Meyer - younger sister
OTHER: nada
LIVING SITUATION: shaks
HISTORY: Maryanne and Darryl were both college students studying abroad in the city of Paris when their first son was born. They had not married for another year after, and instead decided to raise Ray in Paris for a few years while they both finished their classes. Homeschooled starting at age three, Ray proved himself to be bright and able to comprehend both English and French quite easily. Ray grew up around French speakers for the first seven years of his life, and so his accent today is a little thick. His parents decided to stay in France for a little while longer, knowing that a long trip back to the states would be stressful on a toddler, so they waited until his seventh birthday until they finally moved back.
Ray had a hard time adjusting to the move -- to make matters worse, right after they returned to California, Maryanne made it known that she was pregnant once again, this time with a girl. Ray was at first wary of the idea of another, tinier person in the family, but almost immediately after little Allison came home, he became extremely overprotective of her. She was, and would remain to be, his best friend. And, for a long while, Alli was his only friend. That changed once Ray turned nine. A new school year was rolling by, and Darryl decided to put Ray into a public gradeschool in Valkyrie.
He was socially awkward from the start -- he was much more content with playing on his own than playing with his peers. He only began to make friends when he turned ten -- even then, he was a bit of a pushover. The only person he felt that he could turn to was Alli. After a while, however, as girls and boys began to pair up in the sixth grade, he felt himself magneted, as well -- not to girls, obviously, but to other boys. There had always been something about their strength and personalities that he just felt drawn to.
These feelings continued on into his high school years, and when he was seventeen, he got his first real boyfriend. His name was Joe O'Reil -- a nice guy, extremely popular, and very handsome. He was Ray's knight in shining armor. Everything he could have ever wished for was wrapped up in a tall, dark, and handsome package. He fell in love instantly, it seemed -- and when the day came when Joe revealed his reciprocation, Ray had never felt such elation. They stayed together for two years after, both of them seemingly happy as could be.
However, trouble stirred in paradise -- word went out that Joe was seeing someone on the side. Or, rather, Ray happened to be the someone on the side. Joe had been with a girl, in fact, for three years -- one year longer than he had been seeing Ray. When he heard the news, he confronted Joe directly to see if it was true, and to his chagrin, learned the truth. Joe had been seeing someone else, and Ray wasn't the more important half of the relationship.
After the break-up, his life spiraled downward and out of control. He finished his vocational school of music as quickly as possible, and during that time, a few months later, hell broke loose. He became addicted to meaningless flings, trying his damndest to forget about Joe. He jumped from bed to bed, finding himself feeling emptier and emptier, until the day when he went to one man who seemed interested in S&M. Ray figured that he would try it -- he was ready to try anything at that point, and seeing as the guy wanted him to be the receiver, he did so. Things soon got out of hand -- the safety word soon meant nothing at all, and the man dominating him turned maniacal, whipping at his back until he bled, and then whipped at him some more. Ray was finally able to escape when the man collapsed from exhaustion. After that, he vowed never again would he be on the bottom. That was the one and only time he would allow himself to lose control -- he would now be on the upper hand of everything and never let go of the small shred of control over his life that he had left.
He was able to finish school a year early, and he quickly began to do his freelancing work at Valkyrie. He hopped from place to place, never forgetting his true roots in France -- he had only one friend from there that he still contacts today, a girl by the name of Chance.
COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]
YOUR NAME: just ray is fine.[/size][/font][/blockquote]
GENDER: female
AGE: 18
RP EXPERIENCE: 6-ish years
OTHER CHARACTERS: nada
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:A knock sounded at the door, and with each pound of a fist against the wood, his heart matched it with the same resounding thud. Ryan's eyes widened a little, and he heard Darri continue to snicker in the corner, a clawed foot rising to cover his beak. Ryan shot the bird a glare before scrambling up to go answer. His heart was in his throat as he made his way to the door -- what was going to happen? What if he did something to fuck everything up? Maybe he shouldn't even answer. Maybe he should just go back into his room and hide for the rest of the night -- no, no, he refused to do that. He wasn't going to be chickenshit. Not tonight. Biting down hard on his lip, he took a deep breath and held it, closing his eyes. His wings fluffed up behind him as he stood, right in front of the door, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.
The door wasn't going to open itself, he suddenly realized, and he scrambled to let the door fly open so Dakota could come in. His silver eyes widened and his wings opened up with the sight. He... woah. The first thing he noticed was how he smelled -- a strange yet beautiful mixture of roses and vanilla. His eyes hooded a little as he stood and stared, swallowing thickly. Okay, his attempt at trying to calm himself clearly didn't do much, as his heart once again began to thunder in his chest, throwing itself against his ribcage like a caged animal. He then remembered his manners and stepped aside so Dakota could enter his apartment. The vampire spoke, and Ry gave him a shy shrug, his face turning bright red again. Darri flapped from his room to the living room where they were, cackling and snickering under his breath as he sat perched on the hearth. Ry looked away from his shadow. God, if that bird did one thing to ruin the night... he gritted his teeth. What if something Darri said offended him? Kota would never speak to him again... he'd lose what could very likely be his only chance --
Kota turned around and hesitated, making Ry's head snap up. His wings flapped a little out of curiosity. He never had a very big urge to look into a person's mind... until now. Datoka made Ryan so curious, so intrigued, he just wanted to know what it was that made the vampire tick. He was so busy thinking about that that he didn't notice where Dakota's hands were trailing and what he was about to do... until he started fiddling with the buttons. Ryan's eyes widened and he began to go pale, only for his face to then explode into a violent shade of bright red. "Wh-wh -- what are you doing!?" he shrieked, his wings immediately going to work, covering his wide eyes with bright white feathers as he staggered back. "I -- I -- I -- me-me-me-mean -- a-a-a-a-a-are-aren't w-w-we su-su-su-supposed t-t-to wait on that!?" he added, his voice about three octaves higher than normal. What the hell what the hell what the hell... he was going to be raped in here. In his own apartment. His body began to shake and tremble slightly as Darri began to cry from laughing so hard. His heart was in his throat, and the back of his mind was starting to ask him...
Why was it that he so badly wanted to take his wings away and look?credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse
