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I swear any character I draw with shorts look more cute than I assume-- whatever. 8C It's too late to turn back lmfao- After all the distractions by the whole world around me it took 7 hours to finish. BECAUSE ALMOST SOME DISTRACTIONS WOULD BE AN HOUR LONG. Aahh so sad. Oh well, at least I'm done.

Haven't done App descriptions in a long time I might just die doing this adjksfk
THE SIGNATURE WAS PURE RAGE

[N]ame:

Ryller Brody
(Rai-ler || Bro-dee)

[G]ender:

Male

[A]ge:

Twenty ( 20 )

[H]eight:

5' 11"

[W]eight:

169 lbs.

[T]arot:

Justice ( Alexei "Narcissus" Viride )

[W]eapon of choice:

Daggers ( hidden under his jacket )

[L]ikes:

✓ Japanese Culture
✓ Pancakes and Maple Syrup (//slapped so hard)
✓ Reading
✓ Work
✓ Beanies
✓ Sharp Objects
✓ Classical Music
✓ Field Work

[D]islikes:

✖ Bullies
✖ Hard candy
✖ Idiots
✖ Being disturbed when doing something important
✖ Ghosts and Supernatural things or stories. ( He's so wimpy against this )
✖ Spicy food

[P]ersonality: Hard to read || Patient || Hard working || Studious || Naive || Shy

Being lonely, he's learned how to become a very not so easy to understand person. He's also not used to being sociable, so he's shy in his own way, but alone he is very confident in himself. Due to his job, his life, he's dedicated to being a very hard worker. Never to please others, but to satisfy himself that he's done a good job on something. You could call it workaholism, but he calls it dedication. Also because of the bullying that passed through his life, he's become patient and has learned that he should always treat others with respect, so people won't see him in a negative way, even if he's never really made contact with other people.

Alexei's an exception though, he can get short tempered with him sometimes.

[H]istory:

Ryller was born in on of the chilly homes of Canada. Born into a financially struggling family, he never asked for anything he wanted, no matter how much he did. He wasn't like kids growing up with teddie bears and stuffed dinoaurs, he'd be helping his family with the work they had to do. He didn't have time to make friends as a little boy when his father and mother would order him around to do the errands they should've been doing themselves. When he actually had the free time to make friends and play, he couldn't have the courage to do it, because he felt like he wouldn't be accepted because of his low knowledge of activities and games to play. Instead, he just chose to use the time he had to read or study, making him a studious worker.

In middle school, he tried to make friends, even though he was usually isolated, they say the most lonely are the friendliest and kindest, which in the case of Ryller, was true. He wasn’t easily accepted though, just like his parents, they’d order him around in school, being used. At first, Ryller was fine with it because he actually had people to talk to, converse with. As the
requests became more irrational, he chose to stop and turn the other way. The bullies that were using him didn’t quite like what he’d done. One day they just cornered him in an alley, and beat him til he bled. He came home beaten badly, his parents uncaring. It was like this everyday, and Ryller was waiting for the chance to stand up for himself.

In the later years of his middle school life, just like before, he was alone. The lonliness did bother him, but he thought that this was his chance to stand up to the bullies that still kept haunting him til now. One day he passed by a shop that sold antique weapons. That’s when he saw it, an old pair of blunt daggers the old man was cleaning. His mind didn’t even think. He just found himself asking the man if he could buy them. The old man simply smiled and told him he could have them because they were too blunt to sell. Ryller was excited to use them, from all the books his read, he’s sure to have had one about how to use them.

It took a year for him to be really good at using them, throwing them, making his own dummy in the backyard to beat it up all over. He taught himself how to fight, while balancing his academics and working for his parents. Finally, the last year of middle school has arrived, the bullies were looking for him to give him another lesson of pain. When they did, they saw him wearing a jacket, wondering what in the world he was doing. When the fist bully tried to hit him, he managed to retaliate and scared them with the two daggers. They stopped bullying him after that. He was finally free from their cruelty, but it didn’t stop him from being alone.

High school was easy for him. Top grades academically, while still helping his parents, though in his mind he was tired. Tired of being pushed around by his apathetic parents and having no friends still. Everyone noted and told each other that he’d probably shun them for being less smart as he was, which made him become avoided by everyone. It was a depressing time for him. It caused him to have vices he never wanted. He started to secretly smoke in the back of the house, hiding the cigarettes in the basement of their house, since that ‘s where only he usually went to. He still played around with his daggers, using it as target practice when he needed it, and kept teaching himself mixed martial arts under the basement.

Last year of high school was actually not so bad, someone actually had the courage to speak to him. Unlike the rumours, he was the opposite, he welcomed this new friend with open arms. They’d talk about so many things to each other, they became best friends, even if it was for a year. They even did things normal friends did. Watched movies, played video games, they actually smoked in the back of the school together once. The friend told him, “ Man, if only we never thought that you were unfriendly, you’d be so popular now.” Ryller just smiled and said, “ I’ve been alone for so long, I don’t think I could handle that much attention from people.” Their friendship had to part ways when they graduated, going to different universities.

Ryller as a college student, as usual was labeled as a lonely guy, but wasn’t that mindful about it anymore. He decided to finally move out and live on his own, and he did. He moved to Massachusetts, United States, where his other relatives took him in. The couple were kind and welcomed him in like he was their own son. Having been showered with kindness, he never asked anything from them. He learned how to be independent all those years and worked part time as an intel and recon for a man who just suddenly came up to him, wearing a dark black suit and tie. He earns a good amount from it, though until now he doesn’t know who he works for.

Second year came, and he chose to live on his own. He moved to a company apartment, since the company chose to take him as an employee, even though he was still a student. His time isolating himself as a child paid off. He had almost everything. His own home, gadgets he could actually afford, video games, clothes, yet... It was so empty. No one to share the place he called home with. Currently on his third year, he spends his time taking classes in mixed martial arts to keep himself fit, and continues to keep his grades up while working as one of the employees of the intelligence branch of a company he still doesn’t know about. At the end, he’s still alone, wanting for a companion.

His only wish is to have someone to spend time with, to feel human again.

[R]elationships:

TBA

[E]xtra:

He actually has a pet rabbit, its name is Esther.
He wears glasses when he works
He has a room where he just beats up this dummy and a target practicing board to practice with his knives and daggers
He's computer friendly
He brings a one piece earphone around with him all the time when he has field work

Description

I swear any character I draw with shorts look more cute than I assume-- whatever. 8C It's too late to turn back lmfao- After all the distractions by the whole world around me it took 7 hours to finish. BECAUSE ALMOST SOME DISTRACTIONS WOULD BE AN HOUR LONG. Aahh so sad. Oh well, at least I'm done.

Haven't done App descriptions in a long time I might just die doing this adjksfk
THE SIGNATURE WAS PURE RAGE

[N]ame:

Ryller Brody
(Rai-ler || Bro-dee)

[G]ender:

Male

[A]ge:

Twenty ( 20 )

[H]eight:

5' 11"

[W]eight:

169 lbs.

[T]arot:

Justice ( Alexei "Narcissus" Viride )

[W]eapon of choice:

Daggers ( hidden under his jacket )

[L]ikes:

✓ Japanese Culture
✓ Pancakes and Maple Syrup (//slapped so hard)
✓ Reading
✓ Work
✓ Beanies
✓ Sharp Objects
✓ Classical Music
✓ Field Work

[D]islikes:

✖ Bullies
✖ Hard candy
✖ Idiots
✖ Being disturbed when doing something important
✖ Ghosts and Supernatural things or stories. ( He's so wimpy against this )
✖ Spicy food

[P]ersonality: Hard to read || Patient || Hard working || Studious || Naive || Shy

Being lonely, he's learned how to become a very not so easy to understand person. He's also not used to being sociable, so he's shy in his own way, but alone he is very confident in himself. Due to his job, his life, he's dedicated to being a very hard worker. Never to please others, but to satisfy himself that he's done a good job on something. You could call it workaholism, but he calls it dedication. Also because of the bullying that passed through his life, he's become patient and has learned that he should always treat others with respect, so people won't see him in a negative way, even if he's never really made contact with other people.

Alexei's an exception though, he can get short tempered with him sometimes.

[H]istory:

Ryller was born in on of the chilly homes of Canada. Born into a financially struggling family, he never asked for anything he wanted, no matter how much he did. He wasn't like kids growing up with teddie bears and stuffed dinoaurs, he'd be helping his family with the work they had to do. He didn't have time to make friends as a little boy when his father and mother would order him around to do the errands they should've been doing themselves. When he actually had the free time to make friends and play, he couldn't have the courage to do it, because he felt like he wouldn't be accepted because of his low knowledge of activities and games to play. Instead, he just chose to use the time he had to read or study, making him a studious worker.

In middle school, he tried to make friends, even though he was usually isolated, they say the most lonely are the friendliest and kindest, which in the case of Ryller, was true. He wasn’t easily accepted though, just like his parents, they’d order him around in school, being used. At first, Ryller was fine with it because he actually had people to talk to, converse with. As the
requests became more irrational, he chose to stop and turn the other way. The bullies that were using him didn’t quite like what he’d done. One day they just cornered him in an alley, and beat him til he bled. He came home beaten badly, his parents uncaring. It was like this everyday, and Ryller was waiting for the chance to stand up for himself.

In the later years of his middle school life, just like before, he was alone. The lonliness did bother him, but he thought that this was his chance to stand up to the bullies that still kept haunting him til now. One day he passed by a shop that sold antique weapons. That’s when he saw it, an old pair of blunt daggers the old man was cleaning. His mind didn’t even think. He just found himself asking the man if he could buy them. The old man simply smiled and told him he could have them because they were too blunt to sell. Ryller was excited to use them, from all the books his read, he’s sure to have had one about how to use them.

It took a year for him to be really good at using them, throwing them, making his own dummy in the backyard to beat it up all over. He taught himself how to fight, while balancing his academics and working for his parents. Finally, the last year of middle school has arrived, the bullies were looking for him to give him another lesson of pain. When they did, they saw him wearing a jacket, wondering what in the world he was doing. When the fist bully tried to hit him, he managed to retaliate and scared them with the two daggers. They stopped bullying him after that. He was finally free from their cruelty, but it didn’t stop him from being alone.

High school was easy for him. Top grades academically, while still helping his parents, though in his mind he was tired. Tired of being pushed around by his apathetic parents and having no friends still. Everyone noted and told each other that he’d probably shun them for being less smart as he was, which made him become avoided by everyone. It was a depressing time for him. It caused him to have vices he never wanted. He started to secretly smoke in the back of the house, hiding the cigarettes in the basement of their house, since that ‘s where only he usually went to. He still played around with his daggers, using it as target practice when he needed it, and kept teaching himself mixed martial arts under the basement.

Last year of high school was actually not so bad, someone actually had the courage to speak to him. Unlike the rumours, he was the opposite, he welcomed this new friend with open arms. They’d talk about so many things to each other, they became best friends, even if it was for a year. They even did things normal friends did. Watched movies, played video games, they actually smoked in the back of the school together once. The friend told him, “ Man, if only we never thought that you were unfriendly, you’d be so popular now.” Ryller just smiled and said, “ I’ve been alone for so long, I don’t think I could handle that much attention from people.” Their friendship had to part ways when they graduated, going to different universities.

Ryller as a college student, as usual was labeled as a lonely guy, but wasn’t that mindful about it anymore. He decided to finally move out and live on his own, and he did. He moved to Massachusetts, United States, where his other relatives took him in. The couple were kind and welcomed him in like he was their own son. Having been showered with kindness, he never asked anything from them. He learned how to be independent all those years and worked part time as an intel and recon for a man who just suddenly came up to him, wearing a dark black suit and tie. He earns a good amount from it, though until now he doesn’t know who he works for.

Second year came, and he chose to live on his own. He moved to a company apartment, since the company chose to take him as an employee, even though he was still a student. His time isolating himself as a child paid off. He had almost everything. His own home, gadgets he could actually afford, video games, clothes, yet... It was so empty. No one to share the place he called home with. Currently on his third year, he spends his time taking classes in mixed martial arts to keep himself fit, and continues to keep his grades up while working as one of the employees of the intelligence branch of a company he still doesn’t know about. At the end, he’s still alone, wanting for a companion.

His only wish is to have someone to spend time with, to feel human again.

[R]elationships:

TBA

[E]xtra:

He actually has a pet rabbit, its name is Esther.
He wears glasses when he works
He has a room where he just beats up this dummy and a target practicing board to practice with his knives and daggers
He's computer friendly
He brings a one piece earphone around with him all the time when he has field work