phiso's Journal

OOC Information;

Name: Sophie
Age: 20
Time Zone: CST for now
CDJ: N/A
AIM SN: SiriuslyxPadfoot

General Character Information;

Journal: N/A
Name: Ryan Cherie Taylor
Reason or meaning of name: It's tomboyish yet still girly; snobby and yet still normal. The first two names combined mean "dear little king".
Nicknames: Some people tried Cherry for awhile, but after Ryan punched one of them in the face they stopped.
Astrological Sign: Aries
Age: 16
Birthday: March 26, 1994
Race: Human
Occupation: High school student, currently sniffing around for a job
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance Information:

Eye Color: Light blue
Weight: 102 lbs
Height: 5'3"
Build: slender
Skin tone: Fair
Distinguishing Marks: She has a birthmark on her left knee.
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length: Just past the shoulders
Appearance: Ryan is a thin, unathletic teenager who dresses stays true to her tomboy side by wearing practically nothing but jeans and t-shirts, but satisfies her girly side by adding some accessories to her uniform. She's rather lazy and doesn't do much to her hair other than brush it, and avoids makeup unless she's dressing up formally or going for a night out.
PB: Dakota Fanning
Family:
Tabitha Taylor (nee Ransome) - mother
Johnathon Taylor - father
Caleb Taylor - older brother (21)
Samuel Taylor - younger brother (12)
Dolores Ransome - aunt
Chivalry - Silver tabby (American shorthair)
Maxwell - Golden retriever
Dexter - White parakeet
Ratigan IV - Fancy rat*
Lucifer - Gopher snake
*In Colorado with her

History: Ryan was born in Houston, Texas, and lived there until she was eleven years old. Those years were rather normal; she went to school, made friends, played in the backyard with her brothers, and took piano lessons. Her family comfortably middle-class, she was never really missing anything but perhaps the occasional fad at school - she made a fuss when she wasn't allowed to buy white and silver cowboy boots, but was quickly placated with sparkly bandaids - and was always found in the company of either one of her brothers or either her cat, Chivalry, or her rat, Ratigan (I, II, or III). Her brother Caleb gave her a good throwing arm thanks to hours of practicing for baseball tryouts; Samuel kept her legs strong by racing her on bikes and on foot. Quite the bright and curious girl, her friends were a diverse bunch and gave her variety by teaching her small phrases in various languages (always the most vulgar first), and she was well-liked in school, both by teachers and by students.

Immediately after the sixth grade, she and her family packed up and moved to Baytown, Texas, a good forty-five minutes from the city and its suburbs. She and her brothers, of course, caused quite a ruckus - Caleb especially, who was in high school at the time - but she and Samuel were temporarily bought by getting three more pets: Dexter the parakeet, Lucifer the gopher snake, and Maxwell the adopted golden retriever. The yard was bigger and the house was closer to the beach, so she and Sam eventually quieted down; Caleb, however, was never fully convinced and left for UT-Austin as soon as he could, warning his outspoken younger sister to watch out in high school.

Ryan had already snagged into a few problems in middle school - she wasn't accustomed to the distinct lack of racial diversity in the student body, and it made her nervous at first - but when she got into high school, there was a whole other world of problems. Sterling High School was tolerable for any dissenter so long as they kept their mouth shut; Ryan, unfortunately, could not stand some of the opinions she heard and made sure people knew it. This lost her final exam exemptions her freshman year (twice), and got her suspended for three days the late fall of her sophomore year as well as barred from all homecoming activities.

Thinking that perhaps a change of scenery was in order before all the teachers in the school forbade her from stepping into a classroom, Ryan's parents sent her off to her aunt Dolores's house for her second semester of sophomore year, hoping the mixture of weather and her professional aunt's personality would prove to be a calming influence. Unfortunately, this doesn't quite seem to be working.

Personality: Ryan is a headstrong young girl who likes climbing trees, scraped knees, and liquid eyeliner on special occasions. She has opinions (which have developed into rather liberal ones at that) and she is not afraid to voice them, inspired by the youth of the 1960s and 70s. Ryan's rather convinced that she was born in the wrong era, but there's not much she can do about that.

She hates girly stereotypes, and will gladly kick or punch anyone who dares accuse her of being afraid of something. Growing up with brothers has nourished the already spontaneously reckless Aries mindset of hers; to her, there's nothing better than trying to sneak onto the roof or driving way past the speed-limit. (You know, once she gets her license.) She likes to dance, to sing, and wishes she had the patience to learn the guitar; she's fairly good at softball and track, though, and would compete if given the opportunity. She's the master of half-assing things, and of half-assing them well, but she's also fiercely competitive and will do anything to win.

Piss her off, and you'll never hear the end of it; get on her good side, and she might even swipe you an extra cookie from lunch. Revenge to her is a dish best served with a side of humiliation, though pranks and mean jokes are also just a way of her showing a person how fond she is of them.Truly, here is a fine line between love and hate for this girl, and redemption is given with surprising ease.

She curses like a sailor, never shuts up, has few qualms about having a few illegal beers, and would smoke if it weren't for that whole lung cancer thing. Still, there is a softer side to her; she likes to read a lot, has a romantic heart, is fascinated in different ways of life, and wishes there was some form of Doctors Without Borders for animals. And even if she'd rather shove you into a locker for all eternity, she'll still fight for your right to be annoying; of course, once the fight was won, she'd shove you in anyway.

Relationships: Every movie or rock star she likes is 25+, and she finds this very, very annoying. Otherwise, no.

Misc. Info:
Favorite Music: Anything made from 1960-1994. Once Kurt Cobain died, really, everything went to Hell. Which sucks, because that means she was only alive 10 days before people stopped producing really, really good music. (Damn it.)
Least Favorite Music: She's trying really, really hard to like Chinese Opera and Heavy Metal, but so far she's failing miserably.
Favorite Food: Anything processed and an unnatural color, candy, fast food, pizza, things that can be bought out of a vending machine or made in a microwave
Least Favorite Food: Vegetables that aren't potatoes, tomatoes, corn, or carrots
Literature: Shakespeare (she's fond of the olde time crude humor); Life of Pie; Winnie the Poo; Catcher in the Rye; 1984; Catch-22; Ender's Game
Expressions: "What the fuck?" "Shut up, fucktard." "Oh, shit." "You fucking dickwad!" "My bad."
Smoke?: Nah, she likes breathing. But it looks cool.
Drink?: As long as it's not any of that cheap-ass shit like Keystone.
Hobbies?: She's a decent track runner and likes softball (thought she'd admittedly prefer baseball); she loves animals, even though she doesn't always get along with all of them; her new hobby is annoying her aunt Dolores, so whatever pisses her off is fair game. She's decently tech-savvy and likes to waste time online if she's not outside doing something.

Samples:

Sample Journal Entry: So. Dolores is talking about throwing me into therapy. Thinks there's something "wrong" with me - uh, no. Maybe SHE needs therapy. Ridiculous. What the fuck, seriously? She's the one who nearly wets herself whenever she sees Ratigan (IV); doesn't she live in a town with vampires and were-whatevers? Wouldn't she be more scared of them than of my rat? If she tries anything with Ratigan, I swear to fucking God I'm going to fill her mascara tubes with rat poo.

I should keep moving this. Or lock this somewhere good; otherwise Dolores is probably going to use this as evidence or whatever. Stupid bitch. Also, remember that I owe Melody $5 for lunch.

Sample Role Play: She had been in this town for three months now, and the sun was finally starting to come out.

She meant this literally, of course, not figuratively. As a south Texas girl used to fifty degree winters and visions of burnt grass year-round, the cold of Colorado was taking its toll on her. She had heard of season depression on cable TV, but it had never really applied to her; sure, the cold sucked and the sky was grey a lot, but at least she could see plants. She never had to shovel snow or layer a whole lot.

Not like here. Sure, snow was cool, but it lost its novelty after about two weeks. She couldn't survive here with just a coat and a scarf; no, she needed hoodies, sweaters, gloves and mittens, hats, earmuffs, the whole nine yards. It was still in the forties most days; today, with a high a 70, it felt almost unnaturally warm, and it felt to Ryan like she hadn't truly felt the warmth of the sun for years.

"You're a little late, sun," she grumbled from her perch on the school steps, drawing circles on the concrete. "My birthday was four days ago." She let out another grumble before looking up at the sky, her face twisted into a scowl. "Why couldn't you have come then, eh? I could have had SUN on my sixteenth birthday, but nooooo. I get stuck with a fucking high of 43!" She threw the stick forward and up, wishing she could smack the giant star but knowing deep down she couldn't. "Way to get your fucking timing right, asshole!"

Already regretting having thrown the stick - now she really had nothing to do - Ryan flopped back down again, sighing as she stared at a random spot on the sidewalk in front of her. Oh, to be back down south, with the 77 degree highs starting in mid-March and those bipolar weeks that are annoying in reality but oddly endearing in memory. But she was not in southeast Texas anymore. Nope, she was in Colorado, sitting outside of school with nothing to do but some stupid-ass useless homework.

Goddamn it, when were things going to get interesting around here?