SANFORD, ryder allen | no place like home *

SANFORD, ryder allen Mar 7, 2012 3:43:51 GMT -5

Post by ryder allen sanford on Mar 7, 2012 3:43:51 GMT -5

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ryder allen sanford.

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PERSONALITY...
LIKES:liquor,hot girls,sweet girls,sex,music,girls that are hard to get,parties,clubs,playing shows,playing guitar,writing music, socializing,building a reputation,coffee,vans (the shoe),jagger,
cars,passion. DISLIKES:clingy girls,fake girls,bad sex,laced weed, caddy brats, spoiled brats, people who bash his dreams, people who don't follow their dreams, straight edge folks,brunettes, red heads,other guys, relationships that aren't real,cats, his step father. STRENGTHS: music, intercourse, writing, smooth talking, breaking hearts, picking up girls. WEAKNESSES: commitment, admitting when he's wrong, facing reality, holding A Job, school, not sleeping with his friends ex's. FEARS:
being in a committed relationship and losing his own free will, being cheated on or used, by someone he loves, being completely alone forever, stuck in this cycle of whore-ness. SECRETS: ryder is secretly a very romantic man, ryder's mom was beaten to death by her abusive husband. DREAMS: to become a world wide sensation, to find a girl thats not fake and stick with her. QUIRKS: always very passionate about his beliefs often tends to get very worked up, always eats his desert before his main course.

Ryder can basically be summed up into one word. He's complete and utter man-whore. Though, since i need to elongate this into at least a well formed paragraph, lets elaborate. Not only does Ryder sleep with anything that has two legs, but he's known to be a complete ass to just about anyone who crosses his path. He's mildly masochistic and extremely sadistic. He's one of those freaks you don't want to be caught alone with in an alleyway, so what exactly makes his sex life so easy? Hes hot and he knows it, so he flaunts what he can to get his way. And Ryder nearly always gets his way, when he doesn't he loses his cool.

Also, Ryder has a tendency to be excruciatingly sarcastic. So much so that his friends, the few he has, often get angry at him for it. He's a good leader though, when push comes to shove. If put in the proper circumstances he'll cut the bullshit and take control. He responds better under pressure then he does normally.

Most days, he'll just joke around and prod until someone bitches at him. But if he finds the exactly right girl--or he even falters momentarily and starts to like someone--he's a softy. He'll bend over backwards to make certain people happy, just dont spread that around or he'll kill you.

Ryders a hard shell to break. You never know exactly when he'll be in a good mood, and when he'll be an utter jerk. He's terrified of letting peopel in, he doesn't want to fall and be pushed over an edge. He enjoys plenty of sports, drinking, doing certain types of light drugs, as well as scheming. He however, strongly dislikes running, any sort of hard work, most other boys, girls who come on too strong, and people who dont give him any type of a challenge.

APPEARANCE...
6ft'0in".130 lbs.hair: medium, golden brown, shaggy, eccentric.eyes: dark brown wide eyed. piercings: none tattoos:a skeleton wearing a skeleton costume while grasping a jack-o-lantern and skull mask on his forearm, a rose with his grandmothers initials on his hand, a skull and crossbone behind his ear. caramel eyes, wild hair, strange ink. Ryder's style is pretty typical of a musician. He tends to wear plaid shirts, skinny jeans, and vans. He loves tattoos' and piercings, though he doens't have anything pierced. He often leaves his hair rugged and forgets to shave on occasion.

HISTORY...
EARLY LIFE ;;
Screams of both an infant and a mother could be heard on the twenty seventh night of august. Briella And Jared Sanford had consummated there marriage and in result had been blessed with a small boy they named Ryder. There wasn't a tear in either parent's eyes when they saw the child they'd created, not a tear of sadness at least. Ryder Allen Sanford was born at 7 45 that night, he weighed 5 lbs, 9 ounces and had taken approximately two hours labour to be delivered.

Ryder was three when his father died. At the time, he wasn't sure how big an impact that would come to have on his life. But his mother became almost lethargic, drifting in and out of consciousness for the majority oft hat year, his grandmother was the only one there to watch him. His grandmother was perhaps the most influential woman in his life, she was the only person who'd ever been around that kept him entertained and told him that he was loved. Everynight before bed, she'd lay there with him and read him a story. When the story was done she'd kiss his forehead and promise him that someday his mother would get better.

And that day did come. When Ryder was five his grandmother passed away. Anette would have been sixty two, which is still relatively young in anyones eyes. But his mother snapped out of it, without her mother there she realized that it was time to step up to her role. So, being the changed woman she was, she stepped back up to the plate and once again became a good mother to her precious baby boy.

It wasn't until his ninth birthday that his mother even started dating again. At first, he didn't mind so much. He liked all the attention her dating life brought to him, when they wanted to suck up to his mom they'd buy him gifts and presents and things. His mother always brought them home, and Ryder learned at much too young an age how most men actually treated women--at least to him thats how it seemed.

His twelfth birthday was the year his mom brought home his new "father". His soon-to-be dad took him hunting, though it was there he pinned Ryder up against a tree and said if he ever told anyone about how he treated both him and his mother, it wouldn't be the deer that died. Ryder remained silent for years, even on his thirteenth year when he watched as his mother married into misery.

TEENAGE YEARS ;;

Ryder was fourteen when his family re-located to Fells Church. He didn't know then what to expect of the small town. He knew he hated it, but mainly because of his fathers cheery outlook on the secrecy. Every night Ryder watched his father terrorize his mother, then turn to him with that same smirk he'd given him that night in the forest. And every day it went unnoticed.

He smoked for the first time when he was fifteen. A really beautiful girl offered him one, and who in their right mind would say no to that? He couldn't. He took the smoke, and has been addicted ever since. Fifteen was also the year he lost his innocence. To that very same lady who handed him his first cigarette. This lady was Louise. She had stunning green eyes and long blond hair. She was also on her senior year, so he never could figure out what she wanted with him.

When louise graduated, Ryder was sixteen. She told him what to do, where to do it, and who to watch out for. Of course, It wasn't until then that he realized what louise really was. Not only was she a whore, the same kind of whore he turned out to be, but she also delt drugs. Now, in passing this to Ryder, he was shoved into a crowd that was way out of his league. His father found him with his stash one night, he beat him so hard that the next day--limping and ready to face the facts--ryder handed Louise back her stash and told her that he'd moved on.

That was the first time he felt his heart break. And the first time he felt his mask settle into place.

Finally, his senior year (17). So much anticipation building up to the prom, the graduation, everything. And yet, Ryder had no real friends to share it with anymore. He'd become the resident manwhore, the guy any girl could go to for sex and a good time. And the guy every boy hated. He couldn't really tell you why he did it, whether it be for the attention or for the satisfaction without the strings. But he did it. Whenever he had a chance to. He didn't care who thought what, or what guy punched where. Just so long as he kept up his "Bad boy" appearance, he was happy...ish.

His first year of adulthood, eighteen. He felt bad for doing it, but he couldn't live there any longer. Without so much as a second thought, he pecked his mothers cheek and moved out. Sure, he was working a job and some to get the money for boarding. But he was happier that way. He knew at least then that one of the two of them was safe. He began drinking excessively, nearly landing a spot in jail for being intoxicated in public. Sobering up enough to get into the local university, Ryder continued with his whoreish ways.

His nineteenth year was spent the same way his first couple years of high school where. Finding a crowd and fitting in. The drugs and sex came naturally, that was just who he'd become. But the record had followed him, the man-whore factor had increased insanely as he struggled through courses and such. He chose to study criminology, hoping to find some kind of loophole in his fathers threats. If he where a lawyer, then he'd be required to report the abuse that took place in the household.

Now, Ryder is nineteen years of age. And alot more then just reporting the abuse happened. Instead of his reporting the abuse, his father did himself in. No, he didn't kill himself. He beat his wife so severely that she died of severe head trauma later that night in the hospital. The man had the audacity to call and tell Ryder of his mothers misfortune. Ryder then reported that his father had been abusive his entire life, and pushed to have him locked away. The case is still pending, though the man is currently locked away in a jail cell.

That was the end of Ryder's empathy. That night, he swore he'd never be happy ever again. So as opposed to trying to find love, happiness, and all that good stuff, he's chosen to continue behaving the way he's been behaving all his life. Born a slut, die a slut. Thats his ideal motto. If only his family could see him now.

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"How are you, handsome?" she asked softly. She could feel eyes on her, and she sort of knew it was his ex. Juliet wasn't one to get in the middle of drama, so she bit her tongue. Had the girl stayed, juliet probably would have turned around and glared right back.She was the captain, after all. They had to have some level of respect for her. "I've kind of missed you." she stated, biting down on her lip as she looked up at him. It was weird being so tiny, Brenden pretty much towered over her. But at the same time, it meant she was perfect for her positions on each of the teams participated on. Julie sort of blushed when he kissed the top of her head. Everytime he touched her adreneline began to course through her system...She'd never been so physically attracted to anyone before. She leaned up onto the tips of her toes and pecked his lips playfully. "Good thing everyone knows how much you enjoy females, no ones gonna be suspicious about this." part of her was jealous...jealous that so many other girls had shared some kind of connection with him. But on the other hand, she knew none of them had shared the same connection. She was special to some degree, she could tell by the way he looked at her.

"Just 'iight'" She teased, grinning some. "From where I stood it looked pretty hot" she nudged him, brushing a strand of her hair from her eyes. She was covered in a sheer layer of sweat from practice, her blonde hair was messy and her pony tale barely hanging on. "I have to change into real clothing and I should probably shower too.." she mused softly. She didn't want to be gross around him, it just felt wrong to not try her hardest to impress him. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Bren." she teased, his kiss made her head spin. It wasn't a passion filled kiss, but it was sweet .She smiled when he pulled away, nodding. Julies hand touched his cheek lightly, "You're definitley the cutest guy i've seen in a while." she teased, hugging him for a moment. "Alright. I'm giving you half an hour before i kick your butt for being late for dinner" she stated jokingly. She figured he'd know she was kidding, there was no way she'd ever hurt him...and no way she had the capacity of hurting him. She kissed him one last time, then faltered. "Any requests for dinner? she asked, raising an eyebrow.

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