Accents-

This is the sound of your dirtiest dreams coming true babe.

Unless you count 'northern American' as an accent... then no.


Apperance:

What can I say? I'm the definition of sexy. Yeah. And I caught you staring.

Reiner's' got a sturdy build; broad shoulders from his father's Germanic lineage, strong- but also nimble. He's quite fast on the field. ... And in school brawls. Short, dark brown hair, brown eyes, 6'2". He's usually got a smirk on his face, and has a bad habit of losing his shirt...
Got a problem? Good.


Occupation-

Student.

Reiner helps out part time in a tat parlor, paid under the counter. Not that bad of a gig- they like his art, and he gets some substantial dough. Plus free tattoos from his bro's. Reiner enjoys inking, and might pursue it as a career later on. For now it's all just about the art, and his saving up for college tuition. His parents hate his tattoos, but that's why he got them in the first place.


Relationship status-

Was dating... I couldn't take that bitch anymore. Stupid hoe.

Not that this last relationship lasted very long... Or any of his relationships for that matter...



Personality-

You know I got what you want. Let me inside, honey. Let me get lost in you...

Self-proclaimed best beer pong player, shuffling demon, and "that's what she said" master. Reiner likes to keep things on the upbeat- fun, alive, mildly life threatening.. Always up for a sparing match at the gym, or a midnight party, Reiner's hot to the touch. Piss him off and he'll give you a loud piece of his mind. Fuck with him and he'll give you a fat lip. If he wants something bad enough, he'll get it eventually. That's just how Reiner is. Self-assured, Intense, in-your-space, and always testing the water for competition. If somehow thwarted, he doesn't consider it "failure"... more of an annoying setback... and his methods for victory can get pretty creative. If he can't have it... Well.... What does "Can't" mean again? Persistent and ruthless. Reiner doesn't understand the meaning of "No", or that of personal space. He doesn't understand how to lose. ... Or how to control himself.

He's a tease and a flirt- a sliver tongue and unwavering confidence... a heartbreaking mess. Reiner has coveted a permanent place on the school's "Most likely to be kidnapped" list; various reasons including charming girls and pissing off guys, or vice-versa. However, no one can touch him. It was like the boy was born to rage against opposition. He makes sure to leave a lasting impression on those he meets, good or bad doesn't matter, just so long as it sticks. Most can't make up their mind on whether they love or hate him... Reiner doesn't allow for any 'shades of gray'. His philosophy is that you need to first lose yourself in order to find your way. Chaos, booze, and crazy-ass wild parties are just a natural part of his life. Normal is waking up the morning after, on some couch, wondering why the fuck you have moose antlers glued to your hair and are surrounded by sleeping people covered in cheese fries. ....Naked.

He's that person everyone has some sort of strong feeling for, and yet can never really grasp. You can't get a good hold on the tease, he slips right out of your grasp. Reiner's good with words- he'll leave his victims at his feet, but this is because he hasn't found someone worth chasing yet. Worth keeping. Someone who... Catches his attention. And keeps it for themselves. What makes him so infamous? The boy's vigor for life. Reiner excels in school sports, and overall is pretty fit. Sex is a real workout, you know. He parties hardy, and can hold his liquor past that of most people's limit. Reiner's flirtatious, devil-may-care attitude is a little spicy for most, but he's sweet once you get him to open up. Heh. Good luck with that. Reiner front's a laid-back, uncaring attitude, but don't be fooled. He's aware of you. You can be damn sure he's plotting something for you. His silky tongue and subtle touches are dangerous, because it's all a game honey. The first one to fall in love loses.

Likes-

Sex. Yeah, first one on the list. Common', who doesn't?

Surfing, swimming, sunshine.
Insane parties. When the night comes alive, and the demons come out to play.
Messing with people.
Doing crazy shit with friends at two am. Like streaking loudly down the residential street covered in whipped cream.
... Don't ask.
Boxing at the gym.
Boobs.

Dislikes-

Fucking cheerleaders, that's what.

...His recent ex-girlfriend.
Being told he can't do something.
People with nothing to say.


Hobbies-

Raping your dreams.

Overall having a good time, laughing, and screwing around. Being active- running, surfing... Ultimate Frisbee. Hell yes. Listening to good music, and partying until he drops.


Talents-

Being sexy. I got a great nack for working on skin. Heh.

Artistic and athletic. Reiner can whip out a wicked design, or a sick flip on a skateboard. He's got the playful smirk down to a tee, and it's usually on his lips. He's on the school's Cross country/track team, and their swim team, so he appreciates times when he can swim and run for fun, instead of time.


Fears-

Don't fear shit. Shit is necessary.

Letting people in too far. A real relationship is dangerous, because the person holds your heart. Love is overrated, it's easier just to run. Besides, Ex's are so goddamn annoying. He fears his parents to a degree- they never accepted him for who he was. He wish he could just hate them, but... shit man, they made him.


Ways of coping-

Sex. Answer to everything.

He likes to box at his local gym to relieve tension. ... And for the thrill of beating the shit out of something... *cough*
Reiner envelops himself in his art. Making other people happy is healing... and the cash is good too.
Losing his troubles in exercise and play. The rush of endorphins wipes everything away.


Crush-

Don't got one. Note to self: don't ever go out with a cheerleader again... Boring as hell.

Single. Always looking.... Right at you.


History-

Don't want to talk about it. It's behind me.

Reiner comes from a middle class family, boring as hell, and trapped behind their white-picket fence. His father is military, tough and absolute. His mother a nurse, soft-spoken and submissive. Reiner learned to hate them both. His father wanted a strong son- training him to never give in, always hold his chin up, and roll with the punches. He taught Reiner too well. When Reiner confessed his bisexuality, he was almost immediately thrown out. His mother didn't stop his father from beating the shit out of him, she just stood there watching in silence. Reiner left at age 15; relying on himself to make his own living. He still has a little bit of contact with them- his mother calling every once in a while. Reiner holds a grudge against the both of them; his father being the reason why he hates prejudiced pricks, and his mother the reason he hates weak women.

He's got German and Asian blood. Strong and stout, but his brown eyes turn up slightly at their corners, and he easily gets tan.


Other-


Pets-

Name's "Snookums"... Yep.

German Shepherd.