Me, Myself, and I’s
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Me, Myself, and I’s
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DON'T LEAVE ME
COME BACK ;-;
(view spoiler)Himaoli
Because I'm a doubter D;
Do you think he's okay ?
AND WHERE IS YOUR CHARRIE, KID ?
I keep waiting and waiting to be gifted with one-
AND I'M STILL WAITING.
My life.I finally finished Ryker.
FINALLY.
I think I can die happy now.
Whatcha guys think ?
{ Part 2 }
{P e r s o n a l i t y} Saying Ryker is an interesting kid these days would be an understatement, that’s for damn sure. He’s the guy everyone knows, the name known even when he himself doesn’t particularly want to be known. Unlike the picture he’s painted for himself, Ryker has morals though. They’re just. . . Very, very fucking slim. Most of them simply revolve around his little sisters. And, unfortunately for the world, Emma and Elena aren’t around him every single second of every single day –most often than not, actually. So. When they’re not around, there’s a different Ryker. The Ryker most of the population sees: The one who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything, who does what he wants when he wants, and doesn’t put up with any shit.
At one point in time, Ryker hadn’t been like that. In fact, he had been the golden child, as previously mentioned. He had been the perfect little boy, the type all parents would want, all teachers liked, and had a generally good reputation. He had been the boy whom everyone liked in school, but wasn’t invited to parties. Just because it was a well known fact that he wasn’t that type of person, not the kid you’d see chugging alcohol or playing beer bong. But that was before Sophie, before he had his still-beating heart ripped from his chest with a soft, petite hand who he had given his everything to. Before he realized that the world isn’t what most people think it is, not what it should be, and that it never will be that way. That karma doesn’t exist, people don’t get what’s coming to them, and sometimes you have to take matters in your own hands.
To keep matters simple, Ryker is that man. The one everyone should know better than hang with: the one girls should know better than to sleep with, the one guys shouldn’t trust because he’d just as soon as punch you should he have reason to doubt your loyalty as he would hand you a Budweiser. He watches him and his own –meaning his little sisters and that’s about it- before anyone else. His loyalty is unwavering, as soon as you can pin it in place. Ryker won’t promise you anything you want to hear. He won’t promise you faithfulness, because the boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word, he won’t promise you you won’t get hurt, hell, he won’t even promise you cuddles in the morning.
But he will promise you two things: One, a momentary good time.
Two? He can promise you you’ll never hurt him. And that’s really the only thing that matters to Ryker.
{S t r e n g t h s}
▲ Physical strength. Don't let his lean frame fool you- Ryker can pack a punch. And he does. Every single time this boy gets in a street fight, you can be sure who will come out victorious. This has earned him quite the reputation as someone you generally do not want to mess with physically. No, the boy doesn't walk around with a knife like most 'street thugs' do- He really doesn't need one to defend himself.
▲ Weariness. Trust me, it’s a good thing. It means Ryker knows better than to trust anyone. Not the girl currently on his lap fluttering her eyelashes at him, or the guy who fist bumped him earlier at the party. Don’t ever let those little things, things that seem innocent enough, fool you. It’s really what gets everyone and that’s the mistake most make. Not one he himself is willing to make, and that in itself is a strength. A meaning of survival, a defense mechanism.
{W e a k n e s s e s}
▼ Emotions. Does he really look like he’s the type to concern himself with that shit anymore? Hell no, bitch. And despite what Ryker thinks, unbeknownst to him, that, my friend, is a weakness. He doesn’t let himself feel anything, aside from momentary pleasure and the day-to-day status like tired or hungry. Emotions are a strength that he’s simply denying himself, though according to him, he would be damned –literally damned- before he left himself feel anything like that. Because once you open yourself up, you hold the door open to getting hurt.
▼ Little sisters. Emma and Elena, his little sisters, are his girls. They’re his cheerleaders even when he doesn’t deserve to have anyone cheering him on, the ones who have never once doubted that their big brother is a good person. Of course, how could they when all they know is the Ryker who would be willing to take them to McDonalds for Happy Meals when cooking dinner seems to slip their parents’ minds, or grudgingly participates during their tea parties. They’ve never seen drunk Ryker, the one stoned off his ass, and that’s the way he intends to keep it. The few times Vic had offered to cough up bail to get him out of jail for the night, Ryker refused. For the sole purpose of keeping his little sisters from seeing what kind of monster he can be.
{L i k e s}
☑ Rap. As in, the music? Yeah, it's something like his addiction. Slipping headphones in and blasting the music is one of the few things aside from getting high and drinking that can take away from himself -whether it's about doing some chick or talking about the struggles of drug problems, Ryker will listen to it. As a matter of fact, he's relatively good at rapping himself, spitting a freestyle like it's nothing. Of course, he only does it when he's drunk off his ass.
☑ One night stands. Oh yes, ‘like’ would be a major understatement. Obviously, he likes sex –what guy doesn’t- but it’s more than that. He likes things easy, uncomplicated. No strings, no expectations of calling the girl back the morning after. Ever since Sophie, he preferences to keep things simple. Without emotions, no attachments. Never, ever will he allow himself to be back in that place again. That pitiful why won’t she just call me already? place. Fuck. No.
{D i s l i k e s}
☒ Blondes. And no, you ass, it has nothing to do with his past involving Sophie. No, he just doesn't like the hair color. He doesn't find it a turn-on like he used to. Never mind the fact that most are stupid as fuck. Nah, he’s much more of a brunette type of guy himself. Or redheads- Mmm. Gingers.
☒ Victor Keller. Yeah, Ryker and his father are on horrible terms, as has already been mentioned. It's to the point where Ryker doesn't even call him 'Dad-' Nope, much to the man's annoyance, Ryker calls him Vic. Despite his father raging about how it's disrespectful, Ryker couldn't give two shits. Respect -or a lack of, therefore- has never stopped him before. How the fuck is he supposed to respect a man who embarrasses his own wife, treats his son like shit, and only knows the difference between his twin daughters by the mutation in one's eye? What the asshole doesn't know is that respect is a thing earned.
{O t h e r}
{ Part 1 }
"THEY SAY/love is magic,
They say/IT'S ALWAYS THERE.
BUT I CAN SHOW/you a magic trick,
I can show you/HOW TO DISAPPEAR."
{N a m e} Ryker Gauge Keller
{G e n d e r} Male
{S e x u a l i t y} Curves are really the only thing that do it for this kid. Sorry, love.
{A g e} "I coulda sworn nineteen was the legal drinkin' age, officer."
{D a t e . o f . B i r t h} August 24th. Not particularly anything special or outstanding, aside from the crazy amount of rain pattering outside the hospital. The world must have been sobbing for the coming of yet another troublemaker.
{A p p e a r a n c e}
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{D i s t i n c t i v e . M a r k i n g s} Though there's not one in particular that's more distinctive than the others, -but rather, the presence of them as a whole- Ryker's body is decorated in scars. Some of them are from past scuffles he's been involved in, a punch calling for stitches through his eyebrow here, brass knuckle imprints there. Of course, some are from previous one night stands as well- Fake nails, man. Delicious pain.
{G e n e r a l . S t y l e} He's your typical, couldn't give two shits what kind of clothes I wear guy. Ryker doesn't even particularly care for shirts- Most often than not, he can be seen wandering around without even a wife-beater on. Not like he has much of anything to be ashamed of, now does he? And even if he did, the boy's never had an ounce of decency in his life. He doesn't do bashful, nor does he do self conscious, just the way he operates. Should he actually concern himself with wearing a top, most of the time they're simple plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up his lean biceps. When it comes to pants, Ryker is much of the baggy jeans boy. You know the type, the ones who walk around with belts around their waists that don't actually seem to be doing much good? Of course, the boy can clean up relatively nice when he tries- But don't hold your breath. Effort isn't something Ryker concerns himself with.
{H i s t o r y} Hmm. Where shall we start with Ryker's history? He's had a. . . Full life, that's for sure- And he's still only nineteen. In other words, there's a hell of a lot more 'living' he has to look forward to. Should nothing untimely happen to him, of course, which really isn't that far off. It all started with his family though. Ryker grew up with a suffocating father, one who was strict enough for both parental figures. Of course Victor was a deputy, so what could someone really expect from a person with a job like that? Life was pretty much hell growing up trying to be the golden child at just sixteen, get good grades, and take care of twin seven year olds. The girls, Emma and Elena, were the children his mother had given birth to but seemed to forget about somewhere along the line. So that left Ryker to take care of them. And be the golden child, the perfect son Ryker's father wanted. He has no idea how he did it for as long as he did.
But he did it. Somehow.
But all good things must come to an end, right? Well, at the time, it had seemed like a blessing. She had seemed like a blessing, a blonde hair, blue-eyed blessing in a leggy package. And, at first, she seemed like everything anyone could ever want. Ryker, just wanting to be noticed for himself, his parents simply because she seemed to be a good enough influence, polite and everything. And she was. Sophie was perfect, plan and simple. At least, that's how she seemed for the first few week. Slowly but surely though, Ryker was beginning to see the other side of her. A side of the normally so sweet and innocent girl who was a hell of a lot more of a wild child. The one who went to parties and got drunk, doing crazy things a sober Sophie probably wouldn't do.
It was her who dragged him to his first party, who first convinced him to take his virgin hit of weed, take his first sip of beer until he was completely hammered. And eventually, it became a regular thing for them. After a year and a half of dating, of doing the same exact thing nearly every night, Ryker's parents ever finally beginning to notice something wasn't quite right. But it really didn't matter at that point- Ryker was too far gone. And no, he wasn't an addict. Quite the opposite, actually, because the cheap bear taste like shit and weed made him feel sick. But he was hardcore in love, with an untame-able blonde girl with long legs and a killer smile. He would have done anything for Sophie: And he did. Constantly.
That was, until Ryker walked in on his little angel screwing some guy who was most certainly not him.
Oh God, how it hurt. Betrayal stings like a motherfucker, and what stings even more is knowing that, should she have tried to talk to him after he found out? He probably would have caved. Not probably- Ryker has no doubt in his mind he would have taken her back should she have tried to find him after he all but darted from the party. He never got so much as a hungover apology though. As a matter of fact, he never got any apology at all. He never heard from Sophie again: For all he knows, she could be pregnant because of that night and he wouldn't know a single detail.
And yeah, he's ashamed to say he tried calling her after about a week or two. Tried calling her multiple times. But it didn't matter, because her number was disconnected. Her facebook was gone- He could never bring himself to visit her house, not once. Maybe it was his ego, or the thought that, if she wanted to talk to him, she would have tried already, but he couldn't force himself to.
But would you like to know what he could force himself to do, what could make him feel better? Partying. Drinking. Smoking up. All the things he'd done with Sophie, the things he hadn't particularly enjoyed at the time but had done anyways because he loved her? Yeah, suddenly it was a hell of a lot more fun without having to evade his gaze should cleavage fall in front of him, or pointedly ask if anyone knew where 'Sophie, his girlfriend' was in order to get away from a flirting girl. Now, he's a free man, something that shows from all his one night stands.
{F a m i l y}
Victor "Vic" Keller- In this whole world, Ryker doesn't think there's a person who hates him more than his father. The forty-three ear old man holds a huge grudge over his son, angry over all the humiliation he's caused the Kellers and the deputy himself after Sophie dumped his ass -or whatever the hell happened. Because clearly, he doesn't know. All those times Ryker was hauled into the police station -Victor's workplace, no less- drunk off his ungrateful butt and higher than a kite was never something he wanted his fellow employees to see. That his own son is just like all the hoodlums he puts in jail.
Piper Destiny Keller- At just shy of forty-one, Ryker's mother is a bit of a timid woman. She's aware her husband has a temper, just like her son knows. It's left her in this permanent state of being quiet, almost as if she's ashamed. Like being silent will somehow make her face from view and she won't have to claim the man she's married to as someone whom she actually knows.
Emma Iris Keller- One half of the Ryker's only light in this world, really. Emma is one of the ten year old twins, an utter sweetheart and one of the only two people in his life who don't treat him like a criminal. Arguably, one could say Ryker has been more of a parent to his two sisters than their mother and father have. Physically, they look a lot alike and one would be able to tell they're siblings from first glance: Emma has Ryker's dark hair and deep blue eyes, taking after their father.
Elena Bailey Kelley- The other half of Ryker's light, his saving grace. Elena and her sister are the only two human beings on this planet who hold unwavering faith in him, that he is, in fact, a good person despite his past. Elena's the twin that used to come into his room, -the nights he was home, of course- crying over a nightmare and hugging a teddy bear to her chest. To forget about said scary dream, Ryker would do his big brother duty and make her a glass of chocolate milk. Just like Emma, Elena has brown hair and a photocopy same face. The only physical difference between the two being Elena's right eye, which has a streak of bright green.
@J: Yeah, that's completely fine ! I think it would be more of a preference amongst the different Narrators ? Like some prefer to keep doing something that had been passed down through their family line and others just do whatever they do because it's what interested them.
@Star Fishy: Yeah, that works C;
My Narrator:- Ability is 'Erasing,' sometimes known as a "cleaning." (view spoiler)
- Keeps track of any and all abilities all Narrators have had, from the ones who are six feet under to the ones still currently alive.
Whoa.I'm really behind, yeah ?
Okay, so first thing's first:
I guess for the assigned section of society, like what part of society they would be specialized in keeping up with the knowledge, (view spoiler) we could just do another sound off, like we did with the powers ?
As for the dark secrets and shtuff, I think that makes total sense too. Like, there's bound to be things they want to keep on the DL so the Praeditos don't try to rebel.
Maybe one of those things could be a really big Praeditos rebellion, which resulted in the Narrators having to put down a lot of rioters? And they've completely gotten rid of the evidence, gotten rid of any sings of it from the history books and the museums ?
I don't know, just an idea.
STAR FISHY <3333Yes.
Yes it is.
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SO MUCH TO DO.
I need to finish Ryker.
And figure out the plans for the Narrators.
And fix the question thread.
And catch up.
@J:J ! <3333
Oh.
My.
God.
You like Eli ?
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Excuse me while I die of fangirl overload <333333
HE'S GONNA BE IN SEASON 13 AND I CAN'T.
I literally. Just. Can't.
(view spoiler)
Star Fishy !!!!!!!!!!!
*glompsback*
Because I'm feeling affectionate today ^^
Oh crap.Really gotta go.
I have to be up in like 6-ish hours o.o
Ew, my life.
Goodnight, lovelies ! ♥
Aww, do you guys really like it ?That's encouraging c;
@Star Fishy:
I very much agree with this whatever thing you speak of.
I think you should, ya know, PM me about it ^^
Because you love me ?
@Chicky:
Whoa.
He, ma'am, is one attractive sir c;
I really like his hair too *-*
I think it is o.o
You know what I think would be a really cool collab ?A guy/girl who had a family member who got involved with the world of the Praeditos and was killed off to keep quiet. The charrie could, to this very day, still try to be figuring out the pieces puzzle of his/her family member disappearing, due to a Narrator not yet coming to shut his/her curiousity down.
Plot twist:
They fall in love/infatuated with a Narrator.
Am I the only one that thinks that sounds pretty awesome?
Yeah? No?
Ooh and Star Fishy and EJ:
Your Narrators look killer :o ♡♥
And Matt, I love the ability you came up with c:
Okay so I'll make this answer look fancier when I'm actually on my computer but, to the age question:Technically, the Narrators aren't immortal because there is a way to kill them (view spoiler) and they can die from a natural aging process that it simply much longer than both the Praeditos' and the humans'. The average life spam for a Narrator is anywhere between 3,000 to 8,000 years, though it is very unlikely to live up to the latter. Sort of like the oldest human alive in recent days was a 116 year old- it's possible to be alive that long, but the likelihood is pretty slim and doesn't happen often.
http://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/1...So I wasn't originally planning on doing anything like that.
Since I figured it would just be more work to assign people a certain topic
So what are everyone's thoughts ? Would you guys wanna do somethinglike that or just not worry about anything that specific? Like, it's more of their job as a whole to keep record of anything updated throughout the years or they literally have an assigned section of society to focus on (ie architecture or abilities)
Waaah, haven't been able to get on at all today D; And I'm still not officially on and probably won't really be -at least, not from my computer- until sometime later tomorrow.
But ! I'm gonna at least answer the questions -the one I can- now, since the answer would probably help the mods finish their Narrators ^^
