HARTMAN, rylan michael

[rylan hartman]

Application


{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name
Rylan Michael Hartman
gender
male
discipline
music;;[guitar]
age
seventeen
sexuality
bi-sexual


{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,


history
Rylan was born in a small New Jersey town on the 31st of October. He was the youngest of two children, having one older brother named Landon. Landon was by far the star child in the family. He had good grades, nice friends, was polite and had a job. He even got into the college he wanted and moved out by age eighteen. This left twelve year old Rylan alone with his parents. He was tired of being overshadowed by his older brother. It seemed everything he did wouldn't be good enough because Landon had already succeeded in that. His parents cared a great deal for their son, but had no idea what to do when he began spiraling out of control. Jack's grades dropped, he started hanging out with a notorious group of boys, and was often out late at parties. Many times he would go missing from home for days and days. His parents called the cops on him twice for suspected running away and each time got him another point closer to serious trouble.

The older he became, the worse his actions were. His parents tried talking to him, but nothing worked. Landon couldn't even change Jack's actions. The only thing Rylan seemed to care about anymore was his music. When he wasn't out, he was locked in his room practicing for hours. It was the one thing he felt good about, and the one thing that made him feel amazing without the use of alcohol or cigarettes. When arguing with his parents, they now would often set Landon as the example Rylan hated. Why couldn't he be like his brother? Why couldn't he just be a good kid? Rylan was on the verge of flunking out of school. He was skipping tests and classes, never turning in homework and back talking his teachers. Not to mention the fights he would get into on school grounds. He was losing hold on his life and pulling himself down. Yet Rylan had yet to see that himself.

Rylan had been in trouble with the police, but usually it was just warnings. Of course those warnings kept on piling up. One night, Rylan found himself at a party. He was drinking of course, and when he was drunk, his feelings were often stronger than ever. He had a bad temper as it was. Meaning that if someone pissed him off, his reaction would be off the wall. For unknown reasons, he and another kid ended up getting into a shoving fight. A lot of yelling, punches, tackles, and kicks later, Rylan and the other boy had beaten eachother into bloody pulps. Both ended up at the hospital, nothing too serious thankfully. When his parents came and picked him up, for the first time, Rylan saw the disappointment in their eyes and it made him sick.

That was what it took to open his eyes. For one reason or another, Rylan realized the mess he had become. It was a hard journey from rock bottom, but he was sixteen and had all the time in the world. He slowly took steps closer to his brother, trying to mend and lessen the rift between them. Landon was his brother afterall. And he needed him, as much as he had tried pushing him away. His parents kept a closer eye on him, so Rylan was often confined to his room and his guitar. The music helped him through the hard times. It was like a life line and he soon realized it was what he wanted to do. He wanted to save people with music. He instantly had the idea of starting a band someday. He also knew that in order to restart and have a clean slate, he needed to go far away though he hated leaving his town. At the end of his sophmore year, Rylan ended up c oming to Hoffman and finished out the year there. He has been here ever since and has shaped up and is really trying hard now.


parents
William Aaron Hartman;; father[44, doctor]
Kathryn Anne Hartman;; mother[42, nurse]

siblings
Landon Aidan Hartman;; brother[24, journalist]

{ am I losin' way too much


personality
Rylan has been known to have more than one key phrase in his life. Things he often says many times. Yet one phrase has been used much more than others throughout his life. That would be just two short words: 'Watch this.' Ever since Rylan was a small child, he was often caught doing things he shouldn't be doing and would show that off to others. Whether it be jumping off the roof onto the trampoline, eating something extremely unsanitary, or causing mass chaos, attention is one thing that is usualy always on Rylan. Many times, it's not even intentional.

As he grew older, his 'watch this' phrase remained, but with different effect. It could refer to talking to a pretty girl, testing a teacher's patience, or doing something completely and totally wild. Either way, his friends find him amusing and hysterical. So do many other people. He can usually always get a laugh or a smile out of someone and is known to be excellent at cheering people up when they're down. He's very outgoing and friendly, which makes him easy to talk to. Rarely will he ever be found in a shy moment and has never once held back from doing something for fear of making a fool of himself.

Spontaneous is a word that could describe Rylan perfectly, as well as wild. You never know what to exect from him next. With him, it's always a surprise. He is amused and bored easily, so is always finding some interesting and unusual way to entertain himself and others. Of course, sometimes this is dangerous and against the rules, yet it has never stopped him. Rylan is also known to be quite the partier. He throws parties, attends them, but his favorite is to crash parties. He has been known to crash parties, even if he was invited. It's just a good way to make an entrance or spice things up a little.

Rylan is also very sweet and charming. He can be a huge flirt and has had his share of flings and girlfriends/boyfriends. He has a mixed reputation, somewhere in between a partier, musician, flirt, funny, and nice guy. He has heard all and more. Of course, there are rumors too, yet truly he is a nice guy. He knows how to respect and treat others and of course knows how to treat his girl. He is very protective and loyal to his friends and family and will stand by their side through whatever may come.

likes
<3music
<3guitar
<3writing
<3parties
<3traveling
<3food
<3girls
<3eyeliner
<3boys
<3cookies
<3cigarettes
<3his hair
<3fans
<3reading
<3video games
<3horror movies
<3night
<3thunder storms
<3summer

dislikes
-liars
-failure
-rejection
-snotty girls
-being judged
-unnecessary rules
-authority
-being told how to live his life
-waking up early
-laundry
-hawiian punch
-spiders
-peanut butter & chocolate mixed
-country music
-fakes
-cold weather

ambitions
His greatest ambition is to record an album one day or to join a band.

fears
Failure.
Ending up alone.
A giant spider biting off his arm and forcing him to quit guitar.
Spiders in general.
His loved ones dying.

{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by?
Paul Griffiths
eyes
dark brown
hair
black
height
5'7"
style
He is into the eyeliner, tight clothes, and messy hair. He likes to think he has a good sense of style, which might be right. Usually, his outfits consist of a pair of tight, tattered jeans, a band tee-shirt, and a colorful pair of Vans or Chucks. Also, studded belts, fingerless gloves, and endless hoodies. You can never have enough clothes, wheter you're a guy or a girl.



{ and I'm telling you why


your name
Nikki
age
eighteen.
years of roleplay
three.
code sentence
if you like pina coldas and getting caught in the rain.
other
none.
sample post

Rylan swung his legs back and forth, sitting on the edge of a stage in the empty venue. It was strangely quiet, the only people roaming the tourgrounds were the actual band members themselves and the crew, who were finishing setting up for the next day's performances. Rylan was used to the loud chatter and yelling from the crowds, and music drifting from every single side of the grounds. It was sort of a nice chance, though Rylan liked the chaos just as much as he liked the quiet. He let out a yawn, stretching his arms over his head. His cell phone suddenly vibrated in his front pocket, making him jump slightly. He giggled at himself a little before digging his phone out of the pocket of his snug, black jeans. His hazel colored eyes swept the screen and read the message. Beach in fifteen minutes. He nodded to himself, grinning slightly before typing a message back. If he was fast enough, he'd get there in ten and beat Danger.

Rylan hopped off the stage and shoved his cell phone back into his pocket. He turned in a full circle, trying to remember which way the beach was. He had a pretty bad sense of direction and those who knew him, knew that well. He finally decided that going right seemed the best way to go. So he headed off, a slight skip in his step and a smile on his face. Really, Rylan was a kid at heart and tended to act that way a lot of the time. He waved at a few merch girls standing outside one of the tents before finally reaching the gate that led out of the grounds and to the city sidewalk. The air was warm and salty, the smell thoroughly beachy and made him contagiously happy. Rylan had always loved the beach, ever since he was a kid. The good thing about being here was that the beach was a close walk and never too crowded.

He remembered the white sunglasses he had perched on his head and lowered them over his eyes. Oh yeah. Now he was cool. Rylan grinned inspite of himself and headed in the direction of the beach. It didn't take long and before he knew it, his feet had hit the soft, gold colored sand. His feet sunk slightly as he walked closer to the shore, stopping just a few feet from the water's edge. He probably looked completely out of place, especially when compared to the tanned beach goers. He was pale and dark haired, with extremely tight jeans, large sunglasses, and too many peircing and tattoos. It wasn't hard to miss him. Rylan stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked around, searching for Danger but he didn't seem to be there yet. Rylan grinned triumphantly. He had beat him there. He dropped to the sand, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. The ocean water washed in, just barely missing his shoes. He hummed under his breath, waiting for Danger to come and find him.

[Razz Perkins]

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