`` Riley Chance Jennings [DONE]

[riley chance jennings]

`go shake it RI!
`How many times do I have to break before I shatter?.

[/b] Asha
age; Seventeen
rp experience; About two years or so.
how you found us; Advertisement somewhere. =P
contact; PM
other charries; None
other; I love you? XDD
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

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Riley Chance Jennings

but it's okay everyone calls me;

Ri, Lee

i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo;

August 03, 1989

actually i'm some sort of;

Leo

this place was such a s.hit hole;

Seattle, Washington

ah, so like paradisefor me;

Richmond, California

i don't look it but i'm actually;

White / German

it's just the way the wind blows;

Straight

baddest b.itch all up and through here;

Fourth ; Psychology ; N/A

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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

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Oli Sykes

you know i could just swim in those;

Light Hazel, Blue with his contacts

does the carpet match the drapes;

Brunette

i wish i could lose like three pounds;

One-Hundred and Forty Two

she looks like a freakin giraffe;

5'10"

and then i got one on my a.ss;

Tattoo's cross his entire chest and down both of his arms, he also has one in his right hip.

they always seem to notice my;

Tattoo's and long hair. People either love it all or hate it, yet either way there's never been a person to walk past him without taking a second look.

you'll never see me without my;

Riley's body is fairly slender and lanky. He has delicate and yet brawny features, equaling out his look. Standing at 5'10" he's not the tallest guy around yet the fine layer of muscle beneath his fair flesh shows he can fend for himself. Longer dark brown hair flows over his shoulders, fairly straight by nature and full of volume. Riley's eyes are a bright hazel, though can appear dark from afar. A near black tintage outlines his golden eyes, accentuating the darkness. He does however, frequently wear contacts which are color a brilliant blue. Overall Ri holds a very bold look. His style of clothing only accentuates that. He is often found in some crazily designed band tee and a pair of skinny jeans. Converse' and vans are his shoes of choice and they are always found covering his size ten feet. He's never been one to really care what other people thought of him and blending in with everyone else seems far too original.

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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

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Parties, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, hott girls, being crazy, romantic nights in, wild nights out, sex, food, drawing, water, rain, snow, challenges, fighting, intelligent arguments.

i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;

Whores, anything easy, being sober, stupidity, politics, history, rap, sunshine, early mornings, hangovers, overly-happy people, hypocrites, being judged.

it's like my signature kinda thing;

A good fighter, very manipulative, intelligent, good at figuring out people.

oh god not this again, i so suck;

Easily distracted, short anger fuse, pessimistic, violent.

it's like children of the corn but worse;

Loving someone, not making something of his self, being as worthless as he thinks he is.

you know one day i'm going to;

Be a psychiatrist, meet the girl of his dreams, start a family, be remembered.

it's just this weird innate thing;

Taps his fingers, mumbles under his breath, doesn't think before he speaks, flips off anything and everything, sighs when sad, bites his lip when concentrating, fidgets with his fingers when nervous.

some things just make me scream;

Dark hair, bright eyes, knowledge, kindness.

that is the most disgusting thing ever;

Easy sluts, blondes, fake tans, simple-mindedness.

you best remember this b.itch;

Rude `` Riley is someone who just doesn’t know when to bite his tongue, He always says what is on his mind and doesn’t think before he speaks. If he doesn’t like you then you would be a fool not to notice, as he would make it very clear. Everything he says usually does have a very rude tinge to it, unless of course you get to know him and figure out the real person beneath the mask.
Arrogant `` Being someone who is very opinionated, arrogance quickly follows. If he says something then he is right, there’s no changing it. He also has a hard time looking at things from a perspective other than his own. Egotistical hardly covers it. In his twisted mind everything revolves around him and the way he sees things. If he doesn’t like something no one else should, if he thinks something stupid then its downright imbecilic, if he loves something, well he will hate anyone who doesn’t.
Harsh `` Ri is not someone to go for when your looking for sympathy. Never ask him “does this make me look fat?” or “do I look good?” Chances are, whether or not his answer his honest, he will say the rudest thing that comes to his mind. “Yes, your love handles are showing.” Or “No, your hair looks like it was eaten by the blow-dryer.” Being a pessimist doesn’t help this fact either.
Outgoing `` Whether or not its in a negative or positive way Riley has never really been a ‘shy’ person. Sure, there are times when he would prefer to be alone, or when he would really rather not talk to certain people, however he is far from shy. He doesn’t have a problem striking conversation with a random stranger or speaking his thoughts, so long as he isn’t in a horrible mood.
Romantic `` A side of his that hardly anyone ever gets to see is the loving and romantic part of him. Afraid to fall for anyone he uses his negative traits to keep others at bay and away from the true part of him. At heart he is a true romantic. He has planned out millions of different scenarios that he is ready to reenact, if he found anyone he could fall for anyway. Not just anyone would get to see this part of him.
Loyal `` If you get on Riley’s good side then you have made a friend for life. He stands proudly by the ‘you stand up for your friends no matter what the cost’ motto. He would do anything to protect a close friend. Although they might not always get treated with love, as his rudeness and harshness is still apparent through friendships (just more taunting then serious); he would never do anything to truly hurt them.
Determined `` If Ri’s mind is set on something then it becomes very hard to discourage him or deter him from it. Though when he gets extremely determined it becomes more of an obsession then anything else.

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`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

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Alyssa Jennings [32 ; Deceased]
Jonathan Jennings [36; Deceased]

it's cause you were dropped as a child;

Unknown ; N/A

that's what i'll look like when i'm old;

Unknown ; N/A

you know the different kind of uncle;

Unknown ; N/A

and the one that looks like a rat;

Unknown ; N/A

pretty freakin sure we're not related;

Unknown ; N/A

yea they used to eat my shoelaces;

Ahbahkar [Corn Snake ; 2 1/2 yrs.]

it's like hell but only faster;

Riley Chance Jennings was born August 10, 1989 on a stormy night in Seattle Washington. Brought into an already breaking family he never had the chance to hold a truly good life. Wealthier then the average family he had any materialistic thing he wanted, all he was missing through his younger years was actual parents and love. His mother and father were never around, and when they were together all they did was fight. Riley would stay awake at nights and listen to the infuriated screeches of his father and his mother’s wails. Occasionally he would hear loud crashes or thumps, noises to cause worry, and yet he was always too afraid to go look. Mornings after those horrible nights he would find bruises on his mother’s arms and face, a couple times she’d even been sent to the hospital. Ri was too young to really understand anything though, aside from the fact that something was wrong.

One night he was awakened by his mother, bags full of god-knows-what strapped over her shoulders. He heard the fateful words ‘we’re leaving’, and was carried away from the only house he’d ever known. At the young age of nine he and his mother fled to Oregon, living in two-bedroom apartment, though they could afford better. It was peace for nearly four months, though he was always alone. His mother was an aspiring actress, making plenty of money to keep them in wealth, alas her absence did more to Riley then he let on. He slowly became destructive, rule-breaking. He too was soon never home, off doing things that children at the age of nine shouldn’t even know of.

One night when he was laying in bed, his mother home for a weekend break, there was a loud pounding on the door. It was early in the morning, too easily for any sane person to be knocking on someone’s door. Nonetheless Riley’s mother Alyssa got up wearily and answered it; little did she know she was opening the door to her death. Standing at the doorway was none other then Riley’s enraged father, his breath wreaking of alcohol. He pushed Alyssa inside, and the familiar sounds of shouts, stumbles, thumps, and even screams sounded, only this was worse then other time he’d heard before. He couldn’t help himself his time, so tediously moving toward the front door of his room he pushed it open silently and peeked out. His gaze fell to his father Jonathan, his hands covered in blood as he hovered above Alyssa’s body. It took all Riley had not to scream, he bit his tongue as he shut the door praying to any god there might be that Jonathan hadn’t heard him.

He stumbled toward the only place he could think to hide, his walk in closet. He shut the door behind him, grabbing the extra blankets resting above on shelves and yanking them over his body to cover himself. Jonathan never came in though, and Riley sat there all through the night. He never once moved. Not to go to the bathroom, not to see what was in the other room, not to go to school, not to eat. He probably would have died there if someone else hadn’t come to his house. Riley wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the closet, but it was late at night when a detective opened the door to his closet confinement. He was rushed to the hospital to be checked for injuries though there wasn’t even a scratch on his body.

He was then sent down to Richmond, California where he was put into foster care. Because of his annihilative behavior he bounced between numerous foster homes, never staying in one for longer then a year. He got into fights, found himself in a gang, started drinking and doing drugs, and before long he’d given up nearly all of his life. He stopped attending school and gave up on himself. It wasn’t until he was eighteen that his life took the slightest look up. He was contacted the day of his birthday by his social worker who informed him that his mothers death, and little did he know his fathers as well, had left him a nice sum of money that he was now able to access. His social worked showed him a few good boarding schools where he could possibly pick up his life and little. Having nothing left to lose he agreed to attend unwillingly, and before long found himself at Darmon Academy.

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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

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sunset horizon

i don't know what it means, something with;

Fourth year ; Majoring in Psychology

it's six am in the morning middle of winter;

Nada

you must be smelling your own crotch;

Gripping his head tightly Riley almost snarled under his breath as the hands of the clock on the wall before him ticked by at what seemed an even slower pace. Perhaps drinking last night hadn’t been his best decision. Well, at least he shouldn’t have finished the rest of his alcohol. Never get drunk and leave yourself open to a hangover in the morning without more alcohol to get rid of it later. Now he had to deal with a hangover during all his classes today, as if they weren’t hard enough to attend as it was. Riley had never really mixed well with school his entire life. It was almost as if he were destined to be a fuck up. Thankful for the sudden loud bell that caused the pain in his head to intensify, for it saved him from his own thoughts, he immediately sat up in his seat and meandered out of the classroom before anyone else has never gathered their books.

Riley moved automatically toward the cafeteria, it was his lunch now. As he slid inside the entrance doors too the diner room behind numerous other students he walked hastily to a desolated table in the far corned of the cafeteria room. Both hands were stuffed into the confinements of the pocket sewed onto the front of his large black hoodie. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows so his tattooed arms were revealed to any that looked. Although he didn’t concentrate on everyone he passed he couldn’t help but snicker lightly as he heard a couple ‘wow’s’ behind him. Apparently it wasn’t an average thing for a nineteen-year-old at school to be immersed with permanent ink. He shrugged, his shoulders rolling languidly as he took a seat on the bench across from the table he’d been eyeing. A small, four-person plastic inside bench, one of the few tables left that was empty.

The only person he really wanted to eat lunch with him was his best friend Burke, though she had a different lunch then him this term. He sighed at the thought; lunch without Burke would really be interesting. At the thought of her he decided to pull out his sidekick, flipping it open to see if she’d texted him, a negative. She wasn’t still sleeping was she? A devious smile almost curved over his lips; perhaps he should text her to warn her that she did have a test in her bio class. He checked the clock; she’d be late if she weren’t there now anyway. No need to bother her.

He closed his phone and placed it back into his pocket, flickering his gaze up to the long lunch lines. Eh, he’d get food later. He began to avert his gaze throughout the lunchroom, eyeing all the people and cliques around him. He was a people watcher, a good way to get observations for his class as well. Most were talking about the average teen stuff, boys, girls, homework, drama, blah. Nothing caught his interest so instead of continuing to pry into conversations he really knew nothing about he looked away and then down to the top of the table he sat on. Ri traced random designs within his forefinger, debating at the same time whether or not he should bring out some of his homework for his next class. He’d been a little to… un-sober to finish it.

[[ I just made one with him real quick ]]

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i love him <33 sounds a tiny bit like my character aaron.