ALEXANDER, ryley emilia

[ryley emilia alexander]

RYLEYEMILIA ALEXANDER !

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' In a time of need only few can see what's wrong
millions tend to crawl but only those who choose can make it through this all,
only few can sing like lions 'cause we sing until we're gone
and we've got each others backs until we're back where we belong,
a woman held my shield and through the battle we did wrong,
a man who taught me wisdom through the static we recall,
and maybe when we' re gone our names will echo through the stars,
every start's got it's ending even when we've learned to rise above it all, '[/center]

NAME: ryley emilia alexander
NICKNAMES: rys
AGE: fifteen
BIRTHDAY: april twenty-seventh
ORIENTATION: heterosexual
GROUP: secondary
PLAY BY: diva atlanta

If I'm (home suite or honeymoon) in a glass room, my jealousy threw stones to it.

LIKES: junkfood, peircings, music, experimenting, neon colors, shopping, thunderstorms, boys, texting, drawing, make-up, jewelry, the internet, making friends, movies, parties, hollywood undead
HATES: jerks, preps, homework, studying, conceited people, cheerleading, metal music(o.o), boyfriends that are jerks, smelly things, ugly things, stuff that doesn’t match, school in general, gym class.
FEARS: dying at an early age, getting her heart broken
GOALS: to graduate secondary school, go to college, get a job in fashion or have a band, get married,
HABITS: randomly taping a pencil on her desk in school, and must take her phone everywhere or she believes bad things will happen
LOOKS: ryley occasionally dyes her hair a different color, so you never know what color she will dye it next. Her eyes are hazel, which are a green/brown color. she is mostly seen wearing red lipstick otherwise she picks a natural pink or maybe just apply a clear gloss. when you see her out of school, she would be wearing some skinnies and a pair of converse or flats. she loves her extra high converse. So you could see her walking around wearing that. tops ryley could be seen wearing are graphic tees and maybe other shirts that look pretty. You will also see her wearing something neon, because she loves her neon colors. peircings are one of ryley’s favorite things but the only one she has for now if her septum piercing and her earlobe piercings. lastly, sometimes she could be seen wearing some accessories like necklaces and bracelets that are stylish and match her outfit perfectly.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: ryley is not at all the type you can say is hotheaded, or bitchy, or just plain mean. she can get along with almost everyone except the people who decided to cause problems with her. she could be a bit of an optimist and only part pessimist too. she even likes to have much fun and can be a bit childish too. when you invite ryley somewhere away from her house, she is definitely there to get away from her “definitely not sane” and embarrassing family. but, problem is, when it’s raining out there she isn’t going anywhere but staying home and watching tv and text her friends.
in school, ryley definately wants to reach her goals and get all the best grades she can get. that means she has no time to pass a note at times, but at rare occasions she has too because it’s an emergency. she hates some of her teachers and some teacher’s make is seem like they hate her for no reason. but really doesn’t care, she never cared if a teacher liked or disliked her anyway. she just wants to get homework done and receive a great grade. when there are breaks like lunch in school, ryley is definitely different. she’s loud, funny, and exciting to be around. it’s almost like classes stole her soul, but they returned it when she’s away from the teachers.

I press my head against a star,
To light up my thoughts or wish upon

NATIONALITY: mostly american, but has some australian in her because of her dad.
BIRTHPLACE/HOMETOWN: trenton, new jersey, america.
MOTHER: helena, 46, librarian.
FATHER: harvey, 47, doctor.
SIBLINGS: if any; hayley, 10, primary, ryan, 13 ½-14, secondary
PETS: if any; ginger, 2, orange tabby.
OVERALL HISTORY: ryley was born on april 27th to helena and harvey alexander. she was the most beautiful, and by looking in her eyes helena could tell she was “special” and had “some kind of amazing talent”. her parent’s would take her everywhere in new jersey for some early traveling. The three of them have had a goodtime together, and had loads of fun in new jersey, until one day ryley’s dad accidently sold their new jersey home, because he didn’t bother to read a “un-authorized” contract. so he decided that they go travel to austrialia and live with his parents until harvey and helena have found a house.
ryley was mostly accompanied and taken care of by her grandparents while her parents did a home search and while her mom and dad decided to bring their work to austrailia and applied for their occupation. so most of ryley’s younger years were with the grandparents, until mom had to stay at home when baby ryan was inside her. also, as ryley got older, her parents believed she was changing. she used to be all girly and cheerful, but then turned into some what they call a “punk teenager”. while she claims she only will remain having a nose piercing, and nothing else extreme. her parents are still closely looking at her wardrobe and check her body for any tattoos or another piercing. ryley usually feels a bit embarrassed and untrusted.

I'm slipping through my village green,
blues

Hello there, I'm charleen , I found you from Melissa because she rocks ;] . You'll stalk me through msn,c-box, pm. I've blown out 1000(yeah I made that cake explode) lmao jokes, I’ve blown out thirteen candles, i'm kinda busy when theres school and the teachers pile millions of homework during the week . Well you seem like a good person, welcome to Tarragella young one!

RP SAMPLE:

Sometimes a day in a hotel hoping for peace and no disturbances isn’t the best thing to hope for. After Addison checked into the hotel after a long day, she got out a notebook with some song lyrics and notes for her band Falling Down Hill. Addison and her band figured out the notes and beats today, so she can finally practice something alone, and maybe make a new hit single.
When she dropped her bags on the floor and immediately took out her bass guitar, she sat down next to a music stand she had set up hours ago. After she plugged in the bass guitar, she began to strum some notes that we’re printed on a piece of paper. She slowly tried to play the music in front of her considering she hasn’t practiced her bass in a week because her and the band was trying to figured out the correct sound and notes. She’s only played the bass if they we’re trying to makesound right and, they all decided to take out any notes that sound weird. Addison was a bit rusty at guitar at first, but after a few minutes she got a song going along, and had fun playing her music. Actually, in fact, she felt like a real rock star and began acting like one by playing some cool notes that had an awesome rhythm. She felt free, she also felt surprised at the fact she can figure out a cool beat within seconds. Addison stopped for a split second, and sat down in her chair playing her notes slowly again until she heard a knock on the door. She put her bass on the hotel bed, and opened it.
Addison recognized the guy from a certain band she listened to a few times before (okay a few is actually a lie of some sort), and recognized his face from a poster she had a long time ago. She knew his name started with a T. She began thinking about it. Toni? Terrance? TJ? Tyler? OH THERE WAS A TY IN IT! It might just be Tyson, or Tyron. Oh wait that’s close too, yay I’m getting warmer. Her thinking moment was cut short when this drummer she recognized spoke to her.
"Uh...could you keep it...like, down a notch? Please? Would it kill you?"
Addison sighed, she didn’t even know she was too loud for her “neighbors”, but before she could become hot-headed and angry the guy for no apparent reason. To her he sounded a bit rude, but at the same time she knew he didn’t mean to be so she should just calmed her angry brain before she went off on someone.
“Okay, I’m sorry I was disturbing you,” she said sighing once again looking at her shoes. The way she said it was so fake, like she didn’t mean to be sorry because Addison still had that slight “OHMYGOD YOUR RUDE!” anger in her system. But she looked back up at his face and smiled, she thought she would bring up the question about his band immediately, and before thinking she shot the question.
"You're from...um...Regrets and Romance, right?" She asked him, she was just wondering before she was stupid enough to go bananas and be like “OH YOUR FROM REGRETS AND ROMANCE! I NEED AN AUTOGRAPH! BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE MY EFFING HERO!” Okay, that would be just stupid and she would be a complete idiot for yelling that crap. He would most likely walk away and say to himself “She’s a bit weird, and she may need to check in with her local doctor.” Addison cringed at that thought about what she would’ve said maybe, if she weren’t so mature right now. Oh well, what she said was a bit more, normal, you can say I guess.
Actually, forgetting that unexpected knock on the door, please keep the noise down incident, the guy whose name started with a freakin’ T, didn’t seem bad anyway. Not because, she absolutely listened to the band, and thinks every one of them is amazing no matter what they say to you, but because there was something past the fact he was famous, and she was just one of the first fans to meet them. Yes, she is still a fan, and will consider herself a fan, and not a famous person in Falling Down Hill, that had a chance to meet him after all.
"Tyran. Drummer. You're a bassist. Glad we met." He said immediately shutting off what could be another train of thought she had. She blinked once. OH YEAH! THAT’S HIS NAME! I KNEW IT! AHAHA! I WIN! YOU LOSE! …wait there was no one here to help me guess his name. Nevermind. BUT HE KNOWS ME TOO! …oh wait everyone knows me actually, I’m a bassist from Falling Down Hill, aha, who doesn’t know us? Well, people who don’t listen to rock, but still. Wait, a minute, he knows what instrument I play but not my name, crap.“Um, Yes, I do play the bass guitar in fact,” she said pointing to the guitar on her bed behind her. “So hey, I’m a bassist named Addison.” She said smiling again. I wonder if Addison is a name that’s difficult to remember. Okay, he hasn’t met me till now so he has an excuse. What if he forgets again? “You probably have something important to do right?” She asked, and back up slowly, as she really wanted to play her bass guitar again. She really, really, didn’t expect to hear an answer but, she really didn’t believe that Tyran would want to hang out with her. Why would he? I mean there’s nothing special here. Just another band member and her lovely noise from a bass guitar. Wow that’s funny. This is a funny and awkward situation. she thought.

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