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Ryder Carrington

Just Ry, nothing formal

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a character in “Transfer Gone Wrong”, as played by SweetPonine

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Just call me Ry. Nothing fancy, nothing formal, just Ry.

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Age: What's it to ya? Huh? Nosy sonofabitch...
Ry is 18 years old. His birthday is Haloween

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Bio: Jesus, do you want to know everything about me!? I was born...I grew up. That's all you need to know!
Ryder was born into a broken home to a crack head mother and a heroine addicted father. He was literally born in the house. His mother didn't even know she was pregnant. By Ryder's fifth birthday, his grandmother had figured out what was going on in his parents house and had taken him in. Ryder's grandmother was no better of a parent than his parents had been. She was an alcoholic, and barely paid any attention to the five year old. When Ryder was 7, he was found wandering a mall, alone, with fifty dollars and a list of things his grandmother needed. The mall security guards were informed of him, and that's when social services stepped in. By the time he was 11, Ryder had been in 24 different group homes. No one knew how to deal with the rambunctious child, and therefore no one wanted to keep him for long. Finally, when Ryder was 13, a family took pity on him. The Carrington family adopted Ryder and moved him to their family home. He likes them well enough, so he behaves as much as possible. Joe and Thomas Carrington (his fathers) love Ry with all their hearts.




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Personality: Can't you tell from looking at me? I'm on the honor role!
Ry is the opposite of Emmy in every way. He's sarcastic, rude, and exactly what most people think of when they think of a "Bad Boy". He smokes (cigarettes and marijuana, only. none of that hard crap...), he drinks (socially, mind you. socially, not daily) and he likes to party. While Ryder isn't proud of it, he also likes to steal things. Just little stuff, like lighters and bottles of water and snacks from a local gas station he likes to hang out at with his friends. Ry is in a band, The Dirty Boys, and he's the lead singer. He also plays guitar, bass, and drums. Ry doesn't like to be in the spotlight, but everything he does puts him in it, from the way he dresses, to the fact that he wears make up and paints his nails. Ryder hates wearing short sleeved shirts, because then people can see the scars from his self harm days.




Appearance: Will this finally satisfy your curiosity!? Jeeze!

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Other: Oh, guess not!

Ry is terrified of relationships. He doesn't want to disappoint the person he ends up falling for, so he tries to stay away from people in general. Honestly, he's a closet romantic who writes poetry and loves animals. He even works/volunteers at an animal rescue three days a week. No one knows the real Ryder Carrington...

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So begins...

Ryder Carrington's Story

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Ryder is standing with his normal group of goons, his band, talking about nothing in particular. One of the members, his drummer, looks up from the group. He lets out a low whistle. "Check out the new kid! Ow ow, honey! C'mon over here!" He says waving to Emily as he does. Ryder rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh and giving her an apologetic glance.

Ryder punches the guys arm, which gets a loud ow out of his friend. "Show a little respect, Greg! She's obviously scared shitless!" The guy he addressed as Greg mutters a sorry and grabs his bag. Another guy from the group follows Greg, and they walk off. Ryder is left with two other members, who also disband. Ryder jogs to catch up to Emily, his long hair falling in his eyes.

'Hey, sorry about Greg. He's an ass," Ryder says with a short glance. "Welcome to Hopeless...I mean Hopewell High," Ryder says before stopping short at his locker and kicking it. It flies open without him putting in any combination and he grabs a grubby looking, black back pack with holes covered by duct tape and pins everywhere.

Ryder takes off for his first class, English. Won't Miss Casey be thrilled to see me again! He thinks to himself. He's in Senior English, but Miss Casey has been his teacher for at least one class every year. Freshmen year it was Creative Writing, Sophomore year it was Public Speaking, Junior year it was Poetry, and now Senior English and Mythology. Ryder smirked. His Senior year was going to be a blast.

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Emily's cheeks flame red as she hears a boy call out to her. 'Oh, I wish I could just disappear,' She thinks, keeping her head down as she turns and starts to walk off down the hall in search of her locker. She looks up surprised as another boy walks up to her to apologize for the other boy. "Oh, um, it's alright." Emily says quietly, as she glances up at the boy briefly before glancing down at her schedule again. She finally finds her locker and puts her back pack in it, taking out the book she'll need for her first class. She glances at her schedule once more seeing that her first class is Senior English. She has always been good in her studies and has been able to skip a few classes since the curriculum at her old school was pretty far ahead of this school.

Emily holds her books close to her chest as she turns and walks down the hallway to class. She holds her head up high, her back straight as she walks into class just as the bell rings. "You must be Emily Rosewood." The teacher says, smiling at Emily. "Yes, ma'am." She says with a small nod of her head, talking the teacher with the up most respect as she had been taught from a young age. The teacher smiles, pleasantly surprised by Emily's manners. "Go ahead and take a seat Ms. Rosewood." the teacher says, nodding to the desks. Emily turns and glances over the rows of students, but only sees one empty seat, next to the guy who had come up to her and apologized for his friend. She takes a deep breath and slowly walks back to the empty seat and sits down. She can feel people staring at her, but she does her best to ignore it.

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Ryder smiles at Emily. "Sorry about rushing off last time we encountered," He nods to the square bulge (obviously a pack of cigarettes) in his pocket. "Addiction called, and a whole day without one kind of makes me crabby,"

"Mr. Carrington. Are we going to have another year like the last three?" The teacher asks Ryder in a half sarcastic, half serious voice. Ryder shakes his head in mock upset at her scolding him. "I can't hear a head shake, Mr. Carrington," The woman responds in a very motherly tone.

Ryder sighs, his dark hair coming out of his face slightly. "No, Jess...I mean Miss Casey. We won't have another year like last year. By the way, Jess, you look hot for having just had a baby," Ryder winks, letting out a low whistle. The woman stiffens, but doesn't seem to let the comment get to her.

"Well we can discuss my weight loss techniques in detention this afternoon, Mr. Carrington." She states with blunt authority. Ryder smiles his smug, sarcastic smile and goes back to his notebook. The particular page he is working on is covered in thick, black ink with music and lyrics scrawled in nearly illegible handwriting on it.

Miss Casey goes back to her lecture, handing out a synopsis and explaining what the year will be like. Ryder focuses on his song, humming a few bars to make sure it sounds good. Once, about twenty minutes before the end of class, he glances at Emily. "What sounds better," He asks before he starts to sing quietly. "'I never believed in a heaven, only in a Hell. That's the life I've always known and it's never treated me well' or does this sound better: 'The only life I've ever lived, I've called my personal Hell. If there was a God, and a heaven, maybe it could end well,' . I want you to be 100% honest about which you like better," He adds after clearing his throat from singing. He's extremely talented.

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