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Post by [-Ryan-] on Apr 16, 2006 0:10:08 GMT -5
Name: Ryan
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Personality: Ryan is very much the crazy little man. He's lived most of his life doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants and so, he's become something beyond compare. He's crazed by the simplest thing; though, has a softness when need be. He cares, and always will. Love is true to him, and he won't do anything to stop it.
Physical Appearence: Gonna be picture in Signature once I get it.
History: Ryan was born to an eighteen year old. He never had a father, nor asked about him. For most of his life, Ryan and his mother lived happily. They never argued, and lived by what they could get. And then, things changed. Ryan become popular around school and city. He became THE RYAN, not just Ryan. Girls gathered around him when he went places. Although he didn't mind, his mother did.
Ryan was still young. He was barely 14, and yet, girls loved him. Was he cute? Not exactly. Perhaps he had the personality. No, that wasn't it either. It was more of what he could do. What girls wanted. He was the perfect guy; emotionally, and physically. Any girl would die for just one more glance at him, or so he thought. And once again, things changed. They went back to their normal ways and Ryan made new friends before leaving his mom.
Sample Post:Kyle was now sitting in his ex's room, cradling his new son. He had named the baby James Patrick Roark. After a few minutes of holding James, Kyle gave him back to the nurse and smiled at Jessica before leaving the room. It seemed odd to be in the same room with a girl that just had a child, especially his ex. But Kyle was a father now. As he looked around, he noticed that Heather was gone. His mom was sitting in a corner, and talking to another lady. Kyle sighed, and reached into his pocket. He took out his cell phone, and a pack of cigerettes. He got in the elevator and went to ground level.
Kyle made his way outside, dialing Heather's number in his phone and putting it to his ear. He then, after letting the phone ring, lit a cigarette and put it limpy in his mouth. Yes, he was under age. No, he didn't care. And yes, his mom did. Stress had made Kyle start. He didn't willing begin smoking though. When he was 15, his friend dared him to smoke a cigarette, and he did. After that, he was hooked, just like most would be. He let the phone ring a few more times, waiting for Heather to answer.
Picture: Coming Soon. Will be in signature!
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Personality: Ryan is very much the crazy little man. He's lived most of his life doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants and so, he's become something beyond compare. He's crazed by the simplest thing; though, has a softness when need be. He cares, and always will. Love is true to him, and he won't do anything to stop it.
Physical Appearence: Gonna be picture in Signature once I get it.
History: Ryan was born to an eighteen year old. He never had a father, nor asked about him. For most of his life, Ryan and his mother lived happily. They never argued, and lived by what they could get. And then, things changed. Ryan become popular around school and city. He became THE RYAN, not just Ryan. Girls gathered around him when he went places. Although he didn't mind, his mother did.
Ryan was still young. He was barely 14, and yet, girls loved him. Was he cute? Not exactly. Perhaps he had the personality. No, that wasn't it either. It was more of what he could do. What girls wanted. He was the perfect guy; emotionally, and physically. Any girl would die for just one more glance at him, or so he thought. And once again, things changed. They went back to their normal ways and Ryan made new friends before leaving his mom.
Sample Post:Kyle was now sitting in his ex's room, cradling his new son. He had named the baby James Patrick Roark. After a few minutes of holding James, Kyle gave him back to the nurse and smiled at Jessica before leaving the room. It seemed odd to be in the same room with a girl that just had a child, especially his ex. But Kyle was a father now. As he looked around, he noticed that Heather was gone. His mom was sitting in a corner, and talking to another lady. Kyle sighed, and reached into his pocket. He took out his cell phone, and a pack of cigerettes. He got in the elevator and went to ground level.
Kyle made his way outside, dialing Heather's number in his phone and putting it to his ear. He then, after letting the phone ring, lit a cigarette and put it limpy in his mouth. Yes, he was under age. No, he didn't care. And yes, his mom did. Stress had made Kyle start. He didn't willing begin smoking though. When he was 15, his friend dared him to smoke a cigarette, and he did. After that, he was hooked, just like most would be. He let the phone ring a few more times, waiting for Heather to answer.
Picture: Coming Soon. Will be in signature!
