Post by Rian H. Kingsley on Oct 14, 2015 20:56:45 GMT -6
RIAN H. KINGSLEY
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RIAN (read as Ree-ann) HALE KINGSLEY
GHOST
NINETEEN years old
PERSONALITY
+ Open:
There is no such thing as too much information when it comes to Rian. This nineteen year old apparition will wholeheartedly discuss anything with anyone. One cannot uncover many skeletons hidden in his closet.
+ Carefree:
No longer plagued by the responsibilities life can throw at a person, Kingsley spends his days relaxed and free of tension. The life of a specter is a blithe one.
+ Daring:
An adventurous soul, Rian is all for ridiculous escapades. Exploring the unknown is exhilarating to the young adult and he'll gladly attempt to drag others along.
- Freewheeling:
Just as he was when he was alive, Rian acts with sheer lack of consideration towards rules and regulations and completely disregards the potential consequences.
- Mischievous:
What else is there for a ghost to do at three in the afternoon? Rian takes pleasure from "haunting" unsuspecting humans and playing other tricks to fill his dull days.
- Uncooperative:
Since becoming a phantom, Rian is even less likely to aide those around him (primarily those foreign to him.) A closer friend may get compliance but others should seek help elsewhere.
HISTORY
Thunder clapped outside of the battered saloon as a lithe woman lay restless on the floor sucking in sharp breaths. Surrounded she was by a herd of good-natured towns folk, their eyes gleamed as they all waited, whispering amongst each other, overjoyed to welcome a new being into their small town. His father, Lochlan, squeezed his mother's hand reassuringly. At 7:02 PM on a stormy June night, Rian Hale Kingsley was born. The celebration was cut short, however, as Rian's mother, Katherine, took her final labored breath.
Devastation cut through Rian's father like a knife. From then on, since day one, his father became detached. Reserved. Any conversation was treasured for how rare it was. Most days, he was left with the elders of his town, spending the slow days with them. Listening intently as they recounted the various tales of the rambunctious kid that was his mother while his father slammed mug after mug on the saloon counter, attempting to fill the gaping whole his love left behind.
It became clear whom he took after, both in personality and looks alike - his mother. By the age of six, Rian was becoming quite the troublesome child. Was it a cry for attention from the only family member he knew, or was it simply his personality blossoming into its true form?
The absence of a true role model was evident when looking at Rian Kingsley. The entirety of his young childhood was spent causing mayhem with immature pranks and getting chastised by the town's responsible adults.
As Rian grew into his early teen years, he couldn't help but wonder what his old man did day in and day out. They rarely saw each other. Rian was an early riser and was out of the house before 6 AM. His father typically slept in and came home late. It was routine not to truly see his father for weeks. He wasn't sure he'd ever uncover what exactly his father did for the majority of his days.
On his sixteenth birthday, his dad surprised him. Shocked him down to the core. Lochlan wished to move. Pack up and leave their quaint town which, was beginning to boom with all sorts of people from different walks of life wishing to move in. He had already gotten a young couple to purchase their home, and they'd be off at 7 o'clock sharp the very next morning. His father landed a job somewhere in Louisiana. It was the only information he'd been able to pry out of Lochlan. The next morning, the town was at their backs as they sped off towards Louisiana. Rian felt empty as he was torn from his roots. The father he once looked at with indifference, now faced a glare of resentment.
Upset as he was by the move, Rian still couldn't deny that it was a spectacular change of pace. Enrolled in his new school, it wasn't long until he made friends. Questionable ones, but friends nonetheless. They settled back into the same routine. His father was always "working," while Rian slacked at school and stayed out all night with his pals.
It went on like that for years. The pair were accustomed to the schedule. However, things were typically not eternal or everlasting. His father had a knack for dropping bombs on his birthday, that was for certain - on the day of Rian's eighteenth birthday, Lochlan introduced Cammi. Cammi. The woman his father had been wasting his time with instead of genuinely caring for his son. Had he been parading around with her instead of attending his son's basketball games? Instead of attending his conferences? He was becoming fed up. The last conversation he had had with Lochlan was a bitter one. He broke out his colorful vocabulary and threw the word "hate" around like one would do with the word "love," when usually talking to their family, their loved ones. He'd stormed out of the house, pissed off at the world. Looking both ways before he crossed the street in front of their home hadn't crossed the preoccupied teen's mind. It was never usually a busy road in the first place. His father calling from behind him encouraged him to quicken his pace. The last thing he knew, his world went black as an impeccable force collieded with his body. The last sound that filled his ears was Cammi's high pitched screams.
That had been a year ago. Rian woke up as an apparition at his own funeral. It had been so surreal. He had watched as his father mourned his passing, his friends, and how the elders that hadn't passed on from his hometown made the journey to Louisiana to pay their respects to the boy that used to harass their chickens. For months he stuck to Lochlan like glue, all the while getting used to his new predicament. Food was no longer a necessity. Nothing that had once sustained his life was no longer needed for him to function. He didn't need anything to exist, he just.. did.
It had taken his passing to finally get to know his father. Rian observed how his dad interacted, what he liked and disliked, and how much Lochlan had truly loved him. Rian Kingsley stood by idly as he watched his father suffer from the loss of his only son. Lochlan was shoving the blame on his shoulders. He was convinced his son's accident was all due to him. When in reality, it was Rian's own recklessness.
No longer able to just be a bystander to his father's misery, he spoke to his father while he was in a state of partially asleep and awake. Consoling the man he had once held such negative feelings for, he whispered in his ear, reassuring him Rian didn't hold anything against him. That the accident wasn't his doing. It had been just that, an accident. It did the trick, Lochlan was steadfast on the idea his son contacted him through a dream.
Realizing he needed to move on, Rian drifted from town to town. He took pleasure in tormenting the humans as a way of entertainment, and was always chased out by ghost hunter after ghost hunter. One town, however, had struck his fancy. Hollow Falls. He'd never seen so many fellow specters in one cemetery. Swapping tips and tricks, and life hacks for living as a phantom, Rian walked away more knowledgeable. Deciding the town was not as sleepy as it let on, Rian decided the cemetery was just to his liking, and nestled in for the long haul, sensing restless spirits weren't the only unnatural creatures lurking around the corner.
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RIAN (read as Ree-ann) HALE KINGSLEY
GHOST
NINETEEN years old
PERSONALITY
+ Open:
There is no such thing as too much information when it comes to Rian. This nineteen year old apparition will wholeheartedly discuss anything with anyone. One cannot uncover many skeletons hidden in his closet.
+ Carefree:
No longer plagued by the responsibilities life can throw at a person, Kingsley spends his days relaxed and free of tension. The life of a specter is a blithe one.
+ Daring:
An adventurous soul, Rian is all for ridiculous escapades. Exploring the unknown is exhilarating to the young adult and he'll gladly attempt to drag others along.
- Freewheeling:
Just as he was when he was alive, Rian acts with sheer lack of consideration towards rules and regulations and completely disregards the potential consequences.
- Mischievous:
What else is there for a ghost to do at three in the afternoon? Rian takes pleasure from "haunting" unsuspecting humans and playing other tricks to fill his dull days.
- Uncooperative:
Since becoming a phantom, Rian is even less likely to aide those around him (primarily those foreign to him.) A closer friend may get compliance but others should seek help elsewhere.
HISTORY
Thunder clapped outside of the battered saloon as a lithe woman lay restless on the floor sucking in sharp breaths. Surrounded she was by a herd of good-natured towns folk, their eyes gleamed as they all waited, whispering amongst each other, overjoyed to welcome a new being into their small town. His father, Lochlan, squeezed his mother's hand reassuringly. At 7:02 PM on a stormy June night, Rian Hale Kingsley was born. The celebration was cut short, however, as Rian's mother, Katherine, took her final labored breath.
Devastation cut through Rian's father like a knife. From then on, since day one, his father became detached. Reserved. Any conversation was treasured for how rare it was. Most days, he was left with the elders of his town, spending the slow days with them. Listening intently as they recounted the various tales of the rambunctious kid that was his mother while his father slammed mug after mug on the saloon counter, attempting to fill the gaping whole his love left behind.
It became clear whom he took after, both in personality and looks alike - his mother. By the age of six, Rian was becoming quite the troublesome child. Was it a cry for attention from the only family member he knew, or was it simply his personality blossoming into its true form?
The absence of a true role model was evident when looking at Rian Kingsley. The entirety of his young childhood was spent causing mayhem with immature pranks and getting chastised by the town's responsible adults.
As Rian grew into his early teen years, he couldn't help but wonder what his old man did day in and day out. They rarely saw each other. Rian was an early riser and was out of the house before 6 AM. His father typically slept in and came home late. It was routine not to truly see his father for weeks. He wasn't sure he'd ever uncover what exactly his father did for the majority of his days.
On his sixteenth birthday, his dad surprised him. Shocked him down to the core. Lochlan wished to move. Pack up and leave their quaint town which, was beginning to boom with all sorts of people from different walks of life wishing to move in. He had already gotten a young couple to purchase their home, and they'd be off at 7 o'clock sharp the very next morning. His father landed a job somewhere in Louisiana. It was the only information he'd been able to pry out of Lochlan. The next morning, the town was at their backs as they sped off towards Louisiana. Rian felt empty as he was torn from his roots. The father he once looked at with indifference, now faced a glare of resentment.
Upset as he was by the move, Rian still couldn't deny that it was a spectacular change of pace. Enrolled in his new school, it wasn't long until he made friends. Questionable ones, but friends nonetheless. They settled back into the same routine. His father was always "working," while Rian slacked at school and stayed out all night with his pals.
It went on like that for years. The pair were accustomed to the schedule. However, things were typically not eternal or everlasting. His father had a knack for dropping bombs on his birthday, that was for certain - on the day of Rian's eighteenth birthday, Lochlan introduced Cammi. Cammi. The woman his father had been wasting his time with instead of genuinely caring for his son. Had he been parading around with her instead of attending his son's basketball games? Instead of attending his conferences? He was becoming fed up. The last conversation he had had with Lochlan was a bitter one. He broke out his colorful vocabulary and threw the word "hate" around like one would do with the word "love," when usually talking to their family, their loved ones. He'd stormed out of the house, pissed off at the world. Looking both ways before he crossed the street in front of their home hadn't crossed the preoccupied teen's mind. It was never usually a busy road in the first place. His father calling from behind him encouraged him to quicken his pace. The last thing he knew, his world went black as an impeccable force collieded with his body. The last sound that filled his ears was Cammi's high pitched screams.
That had been a year ago. Rian woke up as an apparition at his own funeral. It had been so surreal. He had watched as his father mourned his passing, his friends, and how the elders that hadn't passed on from his hometown made the journey to Louisiana to pay their respects to the boy that used to harass their chickens. For months he stuck to Lochlan like glue, all the while getting used to his new predicament. Food was no longer a necessity. Nothing that had once sustained his life was no longer needed for him to function. He didn't need anything to exist, he just.. did.
It had taken his passing to finally get to know his father. Rian observed how his dad interacted, what he liked and disliked, and how much Lochlan had truly loved him. Rian Kingsley stood by idly as he watched his father suffer from the loss of his only son. Lochlan was shoving the blame on his shoulders. He was convinced his son's accident was all due to him. When in reality, it was Rian's own recklessness.
No longer able to just be a bystander to his father's misery, he spoke to his father while he was in a state of partially asleep and awake. Consoling the man he had once held such negative feelings for, he whispered in his ear, reassuring him Rian didn't hold anything against him. That the accident wasn't his doing. It had been just that, an accident. It did the trick, Lochlan was steadfast on the idea his son contacted him through a dream.
Realizing he needed to move on, Rian drifted from town to town. He took pleasure in tormenting the humans as a way of entertainment, and was always chased out by ghost hunter after ghost hunter. One town, however, had struck his fancy. Hollow Falls. He'd never seen so many fellow specters in one cemetery. Swapping tips and tricks, and life hacks for living as a phantom, Rian walked away more knowledgeable. Deciding the town was not as sleepy as it let on, Rian decided the cemetery was just to his liking, and nestled in for the long haul, sensing restless spirits weren't the only unnatural creatures lurking around the corner.
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