Post by Ryder Carpers on Aug 3, 2009 22:38:47 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name :: Ryder Carpers. I don’t mine my name too much, in fact I like it. Although the meaning for it is the rider of a horse, and I disagree with horse riding, it seems somewhat fitting to my personality. As for Carpers I don’t mind this too much either, it’s something which flows off the tongue and for some reason reminds me of trees. I like the fact that my name isn’t totally common but isn’t totally weird because it leaves me open to a lot of options.
Nickname :: I get called Ryde a lot, which I don’t mine too much either. I like to ride things, so to speak, so it isn’t too bad of a name. Then again I also hate to ride things like cars so I guess it has its pros and cons. And then I get called Carpers every now and then. To me it sort of sounds like I belong to a football team, or something that a teacher would call me, but it’s all cool.
Age :: twenty. One more year of being legal so I can’t complain too much, not that I drink much anyway.
Sexuality :: I’m straight but I’m not too fussy when it comes to sexuality and the like.
Clique :: Civilian, although outsider would probably be more fitting for me.
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance :: I have blonde hair with green eyes. I’m slender yet I’m building up my muscles, something I’ve found very resourceful to do when living my lifestyle. My hair usually isn’t too clean except for the start of the week being that I only wash it once a week to conserve water. I always try to smell nice by showering in ponds, pools and oceans but it doesn’t always work and I have to admit it’s nothing like clean water so I have reverted to using deodorant when necessary.
I dress in casual jeans, and a shirt, shorts and a tee. Something like that. I’m never really too fussed at what I wear as long as I’m not naked but then again I do like to be naked, only it’s not something the general public particularly likes so much so I can’t do it as much. I’m very comfortable with my appearance. I don’t think I look great or attractive persay but I do think that my appearance suits my personality and way of life so I don’t think I’ll be changing it too much over the upcoming years.
playby :: River Phoenix
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality :: First off I’m kind of weird, I think this is mostly because I stick to my hardcore beliefs and because I do weird things, and I don’t like things most people my age like. For example instead of clubbing I like to read in the moon light, which can make for complications if the moonlight isn’t bright enough. And I don’t really sleep with people too often because I don’t believe in condoms and most girls hate that. Which is fair play to them. I think it’s always fair to tell someone that before you lead them on. Also I’m a vegetarian and I’m currently at university studying environmental sciences and politics as a minor. This could be quite strange to people. I guess I want to become a politician because I believe they can impact people and inspire people into making a difference. Just check out Obama and the impact he had on the American public.
I try to be nice to everyone I meet which is a little bit hard to do when they’re nasty back to me, or call me things. I always try to remain polite, and I barely curse either. I guess I’m a nerd, but I’m a proactive nerd with a cause which is totally cooler than being a rebel without a cause.
I have my own sense of style which I guess you could say isn’t main stream, I also only wash my hair once a week for environmental reasoning. I know it’s a little scruffy to do but if I can save water it’s a lot more valuable than saving grease, and anyway if you leave your hair for over a certain length of time it begins to wash itself. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to do that though because I have a hard enough time as it is fitting in with people.
When I’m not at university I’m usually on some expedition to save the trees. Every month I chain myself to at least one tree with a placard because it’s becoming so common that trees are getting cut down and it’s actually ridiculous. I try to promote my causes. I have a talent for cooking which I sometimes use as a tool to promote a vegetarian and vegan lifestyle, only some people aren’t too keen to accept food from me being that I live in a tent and don’t always look so presentable. So how do I cook, you may wonder? I have a barbeque. Only the problem with barbeques is that it emits CO2, so I try to use it as little as possible. As you can imagine I don’t have electricity so I don’t get to see a lot of movies or listen to music, so I actually just read a lot. I don’t mind so much, it’s helping the environment at least.
Honestly I don’t know how to describe myself, I’m weird, I’m awkward, I’m not that good with mean people. Apparently being polite just aggravates them more, but who cares? I just try to be nice to people and to treat others how I like to be treated myself, including sticking up for those who can’t vouch for themselves.
Likes ::
-Animals
-Vegetarianism/vegans
-The ocean
-Living in a tent
-Vegetables. No, they do not have feelings.
-Being proactive
-Achieving something
-My lifestyle
-My style
-My ambitions
Dislikes ::
-My sex life
-The fact that if I become a politician one day I may have to move into a house and shower more than once a week
-Ignorant people
-Condoms
-Arrogant people
-People who put me down
-People who put the causes down
-The killing of innocent animals
-Fur
-Leather
Hopes and dreams :: I hope to be a politician, and to lead the world to a cleaner place, more environmentally friendly where animals aren’t slaughtered or kept in cages but actually live among us like equals.
Strengths :: I’m very determined and passionate, and also quite confident and resourceful. I believe all of these make me strong in many ways of my life and help me live the lifestyle I’ve acquired.
Weaknesses :: I can be quite closed off to some ideas that conflict my own, and I can also be quite naive which can get myself hurt. I’m easily offended, and I do try and stay calm but sometimes I can go on a massive rant which makes me unpopular. I’m quite critical of other peoples lifestyles and set in my ways which of course can’t be too good for my social networks.
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Family :: I have an older brother called Ryan. He’s like everyone else in the world, but I love him and I respect him. He’s turned vegetarian for me so that’s all I can ask. My father (who isn’t my real dad) is a good man and works for an environmental agency, although sometimes I feel bad for him because he’s a bit lonely. My mom on the other hand I’d rather not know of. She’s a downright slut, that’s all she is, a slut! She was a stripper, and back in the day she ended up sleeping with one of her clients. They were a big believer in condoms only this one wasn’t so faithful and out came me. My real dad wanted nothing to do with me, and all of this was going on whilst my mom was married to my fake dad, and then I grew up and when I was thirteen this all came out and my dad left my mom and took me and Ry which I thought was nice of him. My mom’s probably still sleeping about. She’s sick.
Pets :: I love animals. I used to have a dog back home but he died.
Hometown :: I was born in California but just recently I pitched up my tent in Haddonfield.
Overall history :: I was born in California and grew up how any normal boy would grow up. Only my mom was a stripper which I suppose isn’t very normal. My dad had a big influence on me as he taught me about the environment. I guess you’re wondering when I got strange then. I mean I’ve always been proactive in everything I do and growing up I was the schools biggest nerd, but it wasn’t until I was thirteen that things went crazy. I was a very naive child. I didn’t really know much about sex at that age – yes, I lived in a hole – so when I found out about my mom cheating on my dad with a random guy and out pops Mr unexpected ME! I was freaked out. And it caused a somewhat radical change in my beliefs. Sex was now in them, only I was terrified of ever having children and I was terrified of myself and women disrespecting their bodies so it was safe to say that for a few years I kept myself tightly packed in my pants. I was about fourteen when I became a vegetarian and I guess that came naturally with frog dissecting. With my knowledge and environmental beliefs it only came naturally.
At the age of eighteen I was very timid when it came to sex still and I was really and honestly less than experienced. During my life I’d focused on school and grades and my beliefs too much to concentrate on sex but it was this age when it was really starting to get to me, along side peer pressure which is never much of a buzz in my books. So I got in my first real relationship. Her name was Suzie, and she was a vegetarian like me. She introduced me to a lot of things, like condoms. She didn’t like to use them because they’re not environmentally friendly and this became a technique I strongly picked up on. Only not using a condom seems to be able to easily contradict my ideals on for example pro birth. I don’t believe in abortions so we had to develop other techniques. Usually I’d just pull out, except for this one time. I was nineteen, so this was a year ago and we’d both just moved out of our houses and moved into our tent and she fell pregnant. I wasn’t ready for a child but I wasn’t about to give it up either. She was. She had an abortion behind our back and I broke it off. Then I moved to Haddonfield. I haven’t spoken to her since.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: Is there anything else you would like to tell me about your character?
Roleplay example ::Ryder kicked at the sand in an aimless battle with the wind. Could he kick it and have it land in front of him before the wind blew it back for it to make home on his lower legs and feet? It was a worthless war where Ryder had no chance of winning, unless the wind took to being sly and changing direction, or pace. But it was a soft breeze, painting all that a gentle day of sunshine was, it wouldn't change.
A crinkled up letter was held tightly in his hand as he strolled and his eyes were set forth to the sea which splashed far to the side of him. It was like he was in a trance with it, thinking and watching, but not enjoying. He disliked this beach and the commercialness of it, but it was the only beach where he could walk barefooted and not have to worry about getting glass stuck in the sole of his skin.
The letter which he held was one from his youngest brother, Tommy. Tommy usually was a pain, but this letter was strange. It was as if he didn't write it, because it wasn't like him. It's words were those of 'I miss you' and 'I wish you would come home'. It was out of the ordinary for such a boy as Tommy to have put the effort into sending Ryder a brotherly letter of 'I love yous' with no request attached to the bottom. He wasn't trying to sweeten him up, he was simply stating that he missed him. It caused Ryder grade confusion but also a humbleness inside of him. He'd had troubles relating to Tommy and getting him to say those words since their mother and father had divorced. Tommy had blamed Ryder for it happening and since then had been bitter and twisted towards him. It was like he was changing. Like he, Ryder, was loosing one brother, which was Hayden, and gaining another one. Only the thing was he didn't want to loose Hayden and he wasn't ready either.
The idea of Hayden having Leukemia frightened him, scared him so hard, but gave him an aim in life. He had to be the friend that Hayden needed and be strong for him whilst Meli sobbed openly. He had to cry in the dark and smile in the day. No one could know the pain he was going through because then he'd loose his strength which he needed for Hayden. It was as if he was condemned to hiding behind his skin until Hayden's passing days were gone. Maybe even longer. What if on his death bed, once the line had drawn straight, he broke down and let out everything which he had been holding in for months, years, maybe even decades. It would be like a stream, like a long stream that couldn't end. Perhaps then he would die due to dehydration. All water his body consumed would be used in the ongoing flow of tears which forced their way through dramatically, and he would spend his dying days oblivious to that fact, and numb with watering trinkets.
In all of his thought, he had left this world. In all of his thought, he had been on a space craft and that space craft was surrounded by nature and natural things, a better world where he could blank it all out and think without the pulsating sounds of an ice cream van arriving. But it was all in his head, and he really was still strolling along the beach. And the wind really was still blowing. Though his previous prediction was wrong, the pace did change. So much so that it stole the letter from his hand and lunged it to a blonde girl, a girl whom Ryder recognized. Quickly he dived for it, only to dive onto Sophie instead. Although he did manage to catch the letter.
Ryder jumbled off of her, a slight embarrassed red in his cheeks as he adjusted his shorts, wiping the flying sand off of them. "I'm sorry." he apologized quickly, mortified from his fall.
*WHAT A PLAYER
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