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Ryland Alexander Spicer
|{Nickname}|
"Rye or Ryley..but I'd better fucking know you well."
|{Age}|
28
|{Gender}|
Male
|{Occupation}|
His Band, Pillar of Society.
|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual
|{Role}|
The Bad Boy
|{Face Claim}|
Billie Joe Armstrong
{"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane." }
-Marcus Aurelius
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▪Smokes anytime he's stressed.
▪Is unable to take advice from anyone because he thinks that he knows it all.
▪Hears voices in his mind.
▪Tilts his head slightly when he hears said voices.
|{Fears}|
øDeathø
He believes there is nothing for him after death. Just a eternity of nothingness. He would have no thoughts, no nothing. He cannot even begin to imagine such a existence.
øFalling in Loveø
He's never loved anyone before and so fears doing so. He's afraid that by loving someone, he is being weak and that is something that he's not okay with.
|{Secrets}|
✤"I've tried to kill myself before. How? It's none of you're fucking business."✤
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{"Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.” }
-Arthur Conan Doyle
Ryley typically comes across to those around him as arrogant and aloof. He rarely truly smiles, preferring to keep his face fairly blank most of the time. He often comes across as being..stuck up..or overly confident. Almost as if he thinks that he knows more than everyone else around him. Once getting to know him, he's viewed as a gentle soul who would do anything for those he holds dearest. He loves talking and having fun with his closest friends and acquaintances. He has a rather short temper due to all the fights that he's been in over the years. He tries to keep people away from him, believing that they will only leave him in the end. However, once you are in..you stay there and Ryland would do anything for you.
{“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.” }
-Albert Einstein
|{Likes}|
▲Music▲Rain▲Anything Sweet▲Singing▲Drawing▲Alcohol▲Ties▲Drugs▲Dogs▲Horror Films▲Piano▲Guitar▲Writing
{"I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.” }
-Christopher Moore
|{Dislikes}|
▼Being Looked Down Upon▼Being Questioned▼Being Laughed At▼Loud Voices▼Deep Water▼Swimming▼Being Caught▼Not Having His Hair The Way He Likes
{"When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.” }
-Friedrich Nietzsche
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Ryland was born in a small town in Florida. When he was very young, his mother and father lived in a very large home. For some time, things were good. There was little fighting within the home as Ryland slowly grew. As far as the child knew, his family was perfect. It was as his father became the CEO of Hollister. His father soon started coming home later and later. The fighting began shortly after that. It wasn't long before his parents split up. Ryland went to his mother, having to grow up with her. She was always bringing a strew of men to their house and none of her relationships lasted any amount of time. He was forced to raise himself as he had no other family and his mother was never really there. He learned quickly how to take care of himself. As he got older, Ryland quickly began getting into more and more trouble around their small town. He quickly became involved in a small time gang, selling drugs. When he turned 15, Ryland began getting into more and more trouble. His mother didn't know what to do with him..and still doesn't.
|{Happiest Memory}|
His happiest memory is when he first learned to play the guitar. To him, there was no feeling that even mirrored what he felt when he'd played for the first time.
|{Saddest Memory}|
His saddest memory would have to be the moment that he found out his father was leaving them. He didn't want his father to go.