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- ā§ FULL NAME ā§X Ryder Lynn Daniels
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ā§ MAJOR ā§X Anthropology
ā„ AGE ā„X Nineteen
ā§ ETHNICITY ā§X Caucasian
ā„ SEXUALITY ā„X Homosexual
ā§ EYE COLOR ā§X Blue
ā„ HAIR COLOR ā„X Black
ā§ HEIGHT ā§X 5' 11''
ā„ WEIGHT ā„X 151lbs
Gunmetal muscle fueled by the remnants of spite, boys that look like hell speak like it too, but that donāt mean they do anything more than pass anesthetic tongues over twelve gauges, teeth stained black from gunpowder when they find your neck. In actuality, Ryder's got more bark than bite and his cynicism is just a contonym for a boy who likes his coffee black and his cats right beside him and humans under the age of twelve nowhere in sight. Fears he might never get what he wants, but what anthro major ever did?
Nihilism ain't his style even if indifference is his preferred analgesic, likes the way the world fits between his closed fists when he drifts through it with the carelessness of a god. Itās true that general curiosity is his signet, but heās always got a moral to spare when matches meet gasoline and the resulting conflagrations melt the foibles in his character into something resembling humanness. Laconic tongue-in-cheek turned sideways.
Doesnāt hurt that his altruism is eros at best. Doesnāt help that it boils down to the aesthetic when everything you wanna see is laid out in plane sight ācept possible contingencies. Death is an honor reserved for Thanatos himself, maybe thatās why the boy assumes the ground he walks on is consecrated and slips foresight to the bottom shelf. Not like caution stopped events from happening on the periphery. He could attest to such.
Suffice it to say, he doesnāt seek out trouble. Apologues, rhetorics keep him in check; maybe itās less than that. Devotion liminal as a free floating speck. Never quite know where the boy starts, just where he ends up; the template for entropy at a snailās pace. Guess thatās not any better.
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ā§ slight accent ā§ don't give him a pen, he'll break it apart ā§ knows exactly how much of something he has ā§ nail biter ā§ helps himself to your food ā§ likes to know other people's business ā§ draws on himself ā§ surprisingly observant
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ā§ Cats ā§ Black Clothing ā§ Tattoos ā§ Piercings ā§ Learning About Different Cultures ā§ Coffee ā§ Museums ā§ Cold Weather ā§ Movies
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ā§ Chewed Up Things ā§ Disorganized Places/Peopleā§ Being Late ā§ Deadlines ā§ Country Music ā§ People Who Rant ā§ Children ā§ Feeling Trapped
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ā§ asphyxiation ā§ never finding a job ā§ having to move back home ā§ flying insects
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ā„ Fear Manipulation; Ryder can detect and manipulate the fear/s, horror and terror of other organisms, whether it be himself, people, or animals. He can increase, decrease, or initiate the feeling as well as manifest the emotional energy into a tangible form. ā„
ā„ Manifestation ; can bring the other person's fears to life [assuming their fear is something physical like a clown; can't bring "heights" to life, for example.] Fears given a physical form gain a life of their own.
ā„ Augmentation ; He can increase or decrease a person's natural fear of something, potentially amplifying a fear to the point of becoming physically incapacitated or eliminating the fear altogether.
ā„ Empowerment ; he can feed off of the fear of others like energy, particularly those with several phobias.
ā„ Physical affect ; ryder could scare someone enough to raise their bp, inducing a heart attack and potentially killing them.
ā„ Fearlessness ; obviously someone with no fears would be immune to his power.
ā„ Limited creations ; can only manifest/create fears that would naturally have a physical form. not to mention he's new to the power and may not be able to create everything.
ā„ Control ; his creations aren't under his control, and do as they please, including attacking himself or others.
ā„DESCRIBE ; can't induce new fears in someone
ā„no immunity ; he could manifest his own fear/s if he's not paying attention.
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Anyhoo, perhaps the most interesting part of his story isnāt even his own. His dad stepped out on his then-girlfriend with the women whoād ultimately become Ryderās mother, tried to write off their shotgun wedding on true love, Godās plan, and whatever else his several years of experience as the churchās head of family counseling could cook up. Were they fooling anybody? Not really, but itās got to be a sin to tell a man of God heās a both a liar and a cheater.
Needless to say, thereās an awkward cloud that follows when everybody knows something about you, but can only express it through too much eye contact and passive aggressive comments. The physical embodiment of all those what not to do stories parents told their children. The kid felt out of place from the start and couldnāt be bothered to try to make things any easier on himself once he was old to enough to understand what was going on.
Wasnāt all bad once you got use to arid heat and that specific breed of southern stubbornness. And itās not like he was the only kid toeing the line between heathen and saint, itching to be anything else than like their parents. Ryder dabbled in a few normal things like basketball and academics until he realised he just didnāt care. His own folks never quite agreed on much except for the fact that he was heading in the wrong direction. Needed to act like so-in-so down the street and get his life straightened out. He mightāve obliged at some point if their idea of straightening out his life didnāt involve taking over for his dad, living in the same town, wearing a few more colorss and settling down with a nice lady.
Heād spent spent a good chunk of his life trying to distract himself from their reputation, developed a taste for just about everything they didnāt like. Why throw it all away now? Ryder told his mom first when he got accepted to a school out of state. For all that they werenāt, you couldnāt say ācloseā was one of those things. Unconditional love and all that. Stirred a little something in him when she claimed sheād miss him. Of course his dad had more to say about the situation, but who was gonna stop him? Ryder told his undercover hookups not to wait up then took his aesthetic up north where you couldnāt throw a stick without finding someone just as fucked as you were.
maybe a little worse.
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FACE CLAIM ; simon kotyk
WRITTEN BY ; shudderfox-