DESMOND, RYLAND D

[RYLAND DELILAH DESMOND]

RYLAND DELILAH DESMOND

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SHE'S GOT A BODY LIKE AN HOURGLASS !
ITS TICKING LIKE A CLOCK !

I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD[/color]
BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]

[/b][/SIZE]. I'VE BEEN JUMPING AROUND THIS WORLD FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS NOW, BUT ONLY FOUND THIS SPOT SEVEN YEARS AGO. I WAS LED TO THIS HAPPENING PLACE BY AN AD. IF YOU LISTENED CLOSE ENOUGH, YOU COULD HEAR JOANNA ULLMAN, BUT I GUESS THAT DOESN'T MATTER TOO MUCH. LASTLY, I'D JUST LIKE TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY HOLLA. OH! WAIT! AND I LIKE CHEESE[/color][/font]
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BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] Ryland Delilah Desmond
NAME MEANING: --
NICKNAMES: Ry, Lil, D-D
SEX: Female
AGE: Seventeen
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual (Lesbian)
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
MEMBER GROUP: Student
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original[/color][/font]
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THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font]

[/b][/SIZE] Ashley Greene
HAIR: Long, wavy, brown
EYES: Brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'5" & 119
BODY TYPE: Slender
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:--[/color][/font]
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font]

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*small animals
*iced tea
*singing
*dancing
*drawing
*girls
*coffee
*acting
*white chocolate
*espresso
DISLIKES:
*boys
*rap music
*loud noises
*creepy people
*black licorice
*snakes
*alcohol
*drugs
*the color yellow
*pennies
STRENGTHS:
*her singing
*she is independent
WEAKNESSES:
*she's a little gullible
*is too trusting
HABITS/QUIRKS:
*she chews on her bottom lip
*measures her shoe laces evenly before leaving the house
*chews on the caps of pens
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Ryland is a very sweet person. She's always there to give a helping hand to someone who needs it and isn't afraid to be nice to someone who might otherwise be ignored. She is shy sometimes however, which gives her a more endearing appearance. But the girl likes to be helpful, so she's only shy when attention is being directed right at her. She's not one to bask in the spotlight, she hates being in it. So whenever someone praises her for a good job or being a kind person, she tends to get red in the face and run away. She doesn't like being the center of attention so she is likely to bolt if she's pushed into it.

When Ryland is in immersed in her music, it's like a whole different person takes over. She's not the shy sweetheart anymore. She's a songstress, a force to be reckoned with. She loves music and she's pretty good at it. When she plays or sings, she lets the music take over and she just lets her heart and soul pour out of her. She isn't afraid to show herself to the world while expressing it through music. Music is Ryland's outlet, so she is often humming or singing to no one in particular.[/color][/font]
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font]

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matthew lawrence desmond: fifty, defense attorney, living
kadence olivia desmond: forty one, house wife, deceased
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
PETS: N/A
OVERALL HISTORY:
Ryland was born to Matthew and Kadence Desmond. She was the only child born to the married couple, so they often treated Ryland like a princess, but not overly. They raised Ryland to be a sweet person and to always be helpful to others. They put Ryland in many different programs to encourage a gentle heart and a kind personality, and even got her volunteering at the nursing home to try and brighten the day for the older people. She was in anything her parents could get her in.

Then, when Ryland was around 13 years old, her mother was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, and soon died after. After that, Ryland bottled up her emotions and put all of her energies in trying to help others. After it, Ryland's father tried his best to try and connected with his daughter again, but they never really had that connection. Ryland soon dropped out of a few of the clubs and programs she was a part, except for some vital ones. She continued to pursue her music, like her mother would have wanted.

Now, Ryland attends high school, but her home life is very quiet. She still doesn't talk to her father much anymore, and the space between them is like a deep chasm. Ryland has fully immersed herself in the music programs at her school being in choir and orchestra. She started dating, but after a mishap with one of the boys, she's found herself more interested in the girls at her school, and has realized she's a lesbian. Her father doesn't know and she's afraid of telling him.[/color][/font]
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font]

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

Sebastian was having out of those off days today. His manager had called a thousand times, begging in tears for him to come back to London. The band was waiting for him to come back, so they could hop into the recording studio. He just didn't get the fact that Sebastian had walked away for good. That life wasn't good for him. The drugs, alcohol, and the sex. Well, sex wasn't bad, it was the other two that really fucked with him. He didn't want to end up like every other artist on drugs. Dead in a gutter somewhere. That wasn't going to be Sebastian Hale, not by a long shot. He moved to this small town to find himself, to really find Sebastian Eric Hale. But so far, all he's gotten were a few girls running after him that recognized him, and two in particular that really yanked him.

Madison Ryder was one of them, an ex flame of his. Then there was Chelsea O'Hara who he had seen often. The two never officially spoke to each other, just longing glances from afar. But that didn't stop Sebastian from asking around about her. He sighed as she flipped through vinyls, looking for the Steppenwolf vinyl he's been trying to get his hands on. But in the midst of looking for it, a small body collided with him, but it barely phased him. He pulled his sunglasses off his face and slowly turned around to see Chelsea O'Hara standing right before him, apologizing away.

Then, his trademark, lopsided grin formed and he looked down at the vinyl in her hands. Steppenwolf. He reached down and took it from her gently, spinning it around in his hands.

"Steppenwolf, nice choice. Didn't happen to find the same one where you found this did ya, love? I've been lookin' for it." He asked before he slowly slid the vinyl back into her small hands. He gave her that smile again before he knew he had to introduce himself now. It felt like he already, what with the strange feelings and glances they have exchanged withg each other.

"Sorry, how awfully rude of me. I'm Sebastian Hale, it is..." He took her hand gently and laid a kiss on her knuckles, pulling out all the stops. He looked up from her hand and gave her a softer smile this time around. "A delighted pleasure to meet you, my dear."

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