Post by Krystin Ryne on Mar 19, 2011 16:05:58 GMT -5
†KRYSTIN LAYKE RYNE†
W H A T I F I S A Y I ' M N O T L I K E T H E O T H E R S ?
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what if i say i'm not just another one of your plays?
full name: Krystin Lyke(said like Lake) Ryne(said like rhine)
nicknames: Krys, Kristi
birthday: June 17
age: 19 years old
gender: Female
sexuality: Straight
human or vampire: Human
social status: Middle Class ( her mother was at least)Y O U ' R E T H E P R E T E N D E R .
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what if i say i will never surrender?
birth place: Batesville near San Antonio, Texas
parents: Maribella Ryne, never knew her dad
siblings: Erin Ryne and Jeremy Ryne
pets: black Shepard names Striker
other: noneI ' M T H E V O I C E I N S I D E Y O U R H E A D Y O U R E F U S E T O H E A R .
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i'm the face you have to face, mirroring your stare.
eyes: color of a clear ocean on a calm day
hair: Her sleek golden blonde hair hangs down to just below her shoulder blades in straight strides that look as sleek and smooth as silk
build: Slender
other features Kristi’s skin is a beautiful soft peach color
With her heart shaped face, some find it odd that Krys would almost always have the front of her hair pulled back with a pin and left down. However, she styles it this way so that if she were to do anything, she’d never have to worry about brushing her hair from her eyes and face. Around her neck is a small necklace that she has constantly worn ever since her mother gave it to her at the age of five.I ' M W H A T ' S L E F T . I ' M W H A T ' S R I G H T . I ' M T H E E N E M Y.
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i'm the hand that'll bring you down, bring you to your knees.
likes: Guys, drawing, writing, peace, Parties,
dislikes: being alone ( at times), Getting Sick, Being reminded of what happened in her past,
personality: Krys is an overall quiet girl, not one to speak unless someone starts up a conversation with her, or the time calls for. However, as she gets to know people a bit more of her personality starts to show. Her eyes always seem alert, glancing around sometimes as she tries to catch everything that goes on around her, even though she only catches things at a certain point, like how people are acting towards each other or their bonds with others.
Then there is the… not so quiet part of her. For one thing, Krys has a bit of a temper when provoked. Depending on how the situation is, her temper can range from quickly burning out… to turning into a long grudge…
If someone tells Krys to do something, she will do it her way, no matter if it seems to make things more difficult or whatnot, even for something as simple as a chore, she will find a way to be stubborn about doing everything in her own way, besides why should they all seem the same in the way things are done? Why don’t people add their own little twist to things? When it comes to things that she believes in… well there is no hope of changing her mind at all… She will stand against anyone if they try to make her back down, which in turn will raise her temper… she doesn’t care if people think that it’s stupid to stand for something, no matter how small… If Krys says she believes in something, then that is exactly what she will do.
The anniversary of the day that her brother almost killed her however.... she will be seen any where, as long as it is outside of where she lives, almost all day, just trying to find something good in her life to chase away that horrible day…
strengths: Caring, Determined, Honest, and rebellious
weaknesses: Her temper, dependent, clumsy(at times)
fears: Falling into the same situation she was in three years ago…
secrets: The fact that she never knew her father.
aspiration: To just finally get her life together and get to a happy point where she’ll be able to bury her past for good…S O W H O A R E Y O U ? Y E A H , W H O A R E Y O U ?
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yeah, who are you? yeah, who are you?
history:
Krys was born close to the Texas, Mexico border during the month of June. Having been born on the Texas side, it seems a bit odd at first why she can sometimes get a Spanish accent to her words, but then when people realize that she was close to the Texas-Mexico border, they seem to understand better.
When it comes to her two brothers, Krys is closer to Jeremy than she is to Erin. However it was about a year ago that her and her brother Erin’s sibling relationship started to get better, and her and Jeremy's sibling relationship went the opposite... it was after that incident that the family decided to split up, whiled still living together as they all moved to Devil's Hollow; leaving everything they knew behind in that 'desert' like place.
A year ago, Krys and her mother got into an argument about how much she spent acting unladylike and rebellious. After about an hour of arguing, screaming and yelling.A few hours into the next day, about three a.m. Krystin’s brother Jeremy came drunkenly into her room before wrapping his hands roughly around her neck... not fully knowing that he was slowly choking the life out of the only sibling that really opened up to him and trusted him fully, with the only thought being around the lines of how he was disappointed that she had spoken back against her mother. Had it not been for her short scream from the shock, he probably would have killed her. But just moments before she passed out, her brother Erin came into the room and knocked out Jeremy. After that she became quiet, and started to wear a slight choker necklace to hide the one line that refuses to leave her neck, forever reminding her of the hellish night.K E E P Y O U I N T H E D A R K
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you know they all pretend.
experience: 2-4 years
rp sample:Krystin sighed as she walked into the barn, it was pretty chilly out, and well the way over here wasn’t exactly like going through a rainbow… She smiled a bit warmly as she walked into the barn; it was completely refreshing after her morning classes… Krystin easily spotted her Arabian x Thoroughbred cross mare’s golden dished face with the small blaze and amber eyes looking towards her, ears pricked forward. A warm smile slipped over Krystin’s features, the mare was the only one who basically knew everything about her from the time that they had been together. Walking up to the mare, she rubbed her face softly, the mare rubbing against her lightly.
“Hey gorgeous girl, how’s my Dee girl doing? Haven’t been causing any trouble have you?”
The mare shook her head, almost as if she was answering Krystin’s question; however it was at that point that Krystin heard a male’s voice, it seemed as if he was yelling for the stable manager to come help with something, getting curious she headed towards the voice. Of course before doing so she gave her mare on last loving pat and then headed towards the indoor arena, she didn’t recognized the male when she saw him, but right away he seemed to act like a jerk. She couldn’t deny the fact that he wasn’t good looking though, and his horse…. She was completely gorgeous, young… but with patient training, well she could probably go places…
Krystin just stood quietly at the entrance to the as she watch the male push his mare through jumps, in her honest opinion, it was a bit much… especially when she noticed that it seemed like he would was heading the mare towards the taller jumps… she made it over the 4 and 4 ½ foot jumps alright… but not perfectly… so why push one’s luck and head towards a 5 foot jump? Her sharp, ocean blue eyes watched, wincing slightly as she watched the mare become distracted by the sound of a horse pawing at their stall door, before skidding to a stop, bumping into the rails while her rider flew over her head to land in the dirt. Krystin’s eyes automatically flared with a bit of utter annoyance when she watched how the male reacted… the mare was young and here he was smacking her a bit harshly with his crop for her actions… that seemed as if it would do nothing but simply make the mare begin to spook at the sight of a crop or any person…
“What do you think you are doing?”
Her soft voice called out across the arena as her feet covered with her black Ariat Monaco Zip Field boots carried her across the dirt. She had a slightly agitated look on her face that showed through her eyes, her black Devon-Aire All-Pro Hipster Riding breeches held just a bit of dirt on them while her black tank top was clean… except for the spot where Waking The Demon had bumped against her slightly. Her blonde hair held brown highlights in it at the time, looking almost black on the under bottom. She stopped a few feet away from the mare, holding her hand calmly out to the mare while her narrowed eyes fell upon the mare’s rider.
“What makes you say that to you horse anyway? You can’t exactly blame her, she’s young… maybe if you were a bit more patient and actually took time to build her up to what you wanted her to do, you wouldn’t have the issue you had… wouldn’t kill you to be nicer either.”
Krystin’s eyes slightly blazed with a hidden flame that seemed to make them brighter than earlier, if there was one thing she couldn't stand at all… it was the fact of someone being cruel to their horse in anyway…
secret phrase: You get what you give
