Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2014 3:57:24 GMT -5
RYKER IZAAK VANDERBILT
FULL NAME: ryker, izaak, vanderbilt.
NICKNAMES: Dutchie (much to his dismay)
AGE: Twenty- Two years
GENDER: male
SEXUALITY: pansexual - with a prefrence in men
STATUS: single - looking
GROUP: Student
GRADE: Junior
MAJOR: Photography
JOB OCCUPATION: Baker at SophisticakesHAIR: naturally dark, kept short - med. and colours varying from pink, blue, green, teal, purple, orange and yellow but mostly it's pink.
EYES: blue - green
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: small dark birthmark on his shoulder, nothing sophisticated or to be made a huge deal of
TATTOOS: none
PIERCINGS: stretched ears, septum, snake bites, hip surface piercings
PLAY-BY: radical kibaLIKES: photography, film, cameras, jewelry, hair dye, philosophy, body modifications, cosmetology, music, artisan crafts, nature, animals, local bands, sunny days.
DISLIKES: bodies of water, swimming, beaches, organised religion, closed minded people,
FEARS: drowning, being alone, heart failure
SECRETS: "Through out life, people ponder curiously where they're going, what they're going to do, and how they're going to get there. They fear what might be to come. Fear is an emotional response to a perceived threat. It is a basic survival mechanism occurring in response to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger. I fear many things. Secrecy is the practice of hiding information from certain individuals or groups, perhaps while sharing it with other individuals. That which is kept hidden is known as the secret. What's my secret you ask? Why would I tell you? Alright, if you promise not to tell, I do have a few of them. I do drugs to forget them, at least, that's what I tell myself. There's one of the many Secrets I with-hold in me. Another? Why? You mean nothing to me, so what will telling you hurt? When I'm talking to someone [like you] I'm always looking for a way to end conversation before things get awkward. And to be fatally honest, I always feel like I'm on the road to no where and no one is allowed to give me a map."
PERSONALITY: dependable, self-confident, reliable, creative, outgoing, ambitious, honest, enthusiastic, hard-working, thrifty, sincere, socially independent, messy, intimidating, impatient, irresponsible, picky, rude, brutally honest, indecisive, spiteful, arrogant, selfish, unsympathetic
In Ryker's words:
"It's time for a reality check. I'm the kind of person, you might not want to ask to babysit for you. You can depend on me to do something for you, but chances are that I get it done on time? You're only kidding yourself by asking me. I'm a self-confident person, and I can be arrogant no lie there. I know my looks, I know I look good, thanks for the report Captain Obvious. I'm messy, and more often then not I lose the things I need, like homework. I'm rude, spiteful and brutally honest. These are more expressed traits in me since Claus died. Claus was like a brother to me, and now that he's not around, I've got nothing to support the happiness that usually sugar coats my veins. Don't ask me if that dress looks good on you, because the answer I give, may not be one you're looking for. I'm intimidating to people that do not know me. People are afraid to walk up to me on the street, and I really don't know why, it doesn't matter though because if they're too insecure about themselves to come talk to me, I don't need them. I'm socially independent, I don't group myself with anyone, not the stupid scene kids, the generic jocks, the stupid ass emo kids, man, I am not a soup can, I'm a human, and I'm just RYKER. I'm kind of a selfish person. I'm pissed off that Claus left me here to deal with life on my own, I want him back so I can be happy again. I'm kind of picky about who I'm seen around with, and not because of my image, but for their own safety. Meanwhile, I can be very hard-working and enthusiastic, I'm easily amused when it comes to things like cameras and electronics, I like to tear them apart and enjoy the innards of them. Despite the fact that I am in fact brutally honest, I'm at least honest, right? Honesty is key to success, isn't it? Thrifty, Crafty and Creative, those three words are probably the most positive you'll ever hear about me. I make new things from old things, new clothes from old ones, new styles from old ones. I bead necklaces and bracelets to openly express myself through minor accessories, and I'm rarely without them.
Hobbies and Interests, they're obviously a big part of life without them they would be boring. I'm interested in an assortment of things, like photography, film, cameras, jewelry, hair dye, philosophy, body modifications, cosmetology music, artisan crafts, nature, animals, local bands and there's so much more. Out of interests come hobbies, like for me: from my interest in artisan crafts, I make beaded jewelry. From my interest in cosmetology and hair dye, I cut, bleach, dye and style my own hair and from that interest of body mods, I destroy (or improve) people's faces with metal rods and rings. I'm not an excellent swimmer, and I don't enjoy being around massive bodies of water, I do not however mind going and laying about the beach for a while. While my cousin, Claus, was a devout Catholic, I absolutely despise organised religion. I will not call myself Catholic, nor Christian, nor Atheist. It's all organized underground crime. I do not believe in a superior being, nor do I believe in a fallen angel damned to the fiery pits of hell, but I accept your beliefs and will move on. While I'm above hitting women, I'm not above the influence of drugs. One's ability to comprehend sobriety is astounding to me on many levels.
I favourite sunny days, when opportunities are clear as that bright blue sky. Photographic opportunities are the key to my heart, they drive me into a happiness, a profound artistic attitude that I find hard to destroy. Photographs are memories, once in a life time opportunities and if you do not catch them, then they're gone forever. You can never truly recreate a memory. Life shouldn't be taken for granted, and I, am one that knows that on a personal level, while I do not dwell in the past, I do not reside in the present. I look forward to the future and I keep moving forward, keep moving towards the better life of tomorrow. While I say this, it's not to say that I don't enjoy looking back, as I do, I love to look back to the past, and remember what was. I don't think about what could have been, as that would be regretting, and I do not regret.
Over the course of my life, Family was important to me but now that they're gone, I realise that to depend on them too much, is to become spoilt, like milk. It's a form of malicious suicide. While you can love and trust your family, as one should, you shouldn't depend on them for your survival, hold your own weight and keep running, blinding yourself as the wind whips into your wide eyes. Don't stop running, no matter what happens. Don't let go of the light. I like to take some moments in my life and use them to better myself, while I can still be the arrogant, spiteful shit that I am, I can be rather productive and sincere when it's called for.
Humans are built so that we can live independently and we can live freely. We're designed to use our own resources and rely on our own independent minds. Those who cannot think for or depend on themselves, shall perish early in life. I have no sympathy for the weak, and I know that I am better then the weak, I choose not to gloat about it though. The drugs that I do, I am not dependent on, I'm free to come and go with them as I please."MOTHER: Aletta Vanderbilt & deceased
FATHER: Beric Vanderbilt & deceased.
SIBLINGS: Douglass & Deceased.
Aletta & Believed to be deceased, 20
OTHERS: Claus Van Schoonhoven & deceased.
Saskia Van Schoonhoven & deceased
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HOMETOWN: Rotterdam, NL
HISTORY: "Suffering, it's always been a part of life and it always will be a part of life. Life is one big roller coaster, your ups and your downs. I was born January eleventh, nineteen ninety- two to my mother, Aletta, and my father, Beric. I was the second child the Vanderpool family welcomed. I found a fond sensitivity in their hearts. It was when my older brother, Douglass, came into the room, to see his new brother that they knew I'd be a handful. He was three at the time, and he climbed into the bed by our mother's side. "This is Douglass." She said to me, I remember it oddly enough. "He's your big brother." Promptly after I bit him and he started crying and wailing, which caused me to follow in the act. Five years later, I was introduced to the daughter of heaven herself, Aletta. Aletta was named after our mother, and she was our new baby sister.
Life went well for the most part, we lived in a three bedroom house, which meant Doug and I shared a room. When I was seven, my father was laid to rest, he was thirty when he died from heart failure, it was injustice in itself, everything was spinning that year. Things finally calmed down and didn't really stir up again until I'd reached eleven years of life. It was then that I watched my mother be buried in the ground, next to my father who'd passed four years earlier. Us Vanderbilts? We were on our own for now.
We went to live with our Aunt Van Schoonhoven. They were brillant folks, I loved them dearly. They had a boy and a girl. Claus and Saskia. Saskia was two years older then Claus and Claus was a year younger than Douglass. Two years later, we suffered another loss, it was awful watching this one go. Sixteen year old Douglass died of Hypothermia. At thirteen it was like watching leaves fall off the family tree. Awful. Three years later I lost my sister, she had a more tragic death then the others. A drowning we did declare it. It was an accident, but when you're sixteen years old and you lose your eleven year old baby sister, you can only blame yourself for not watching her.
Claus, Saskia and I grew up together. Claus had lost his dad the same time I did, for the same cause. Heart failure ran in the family, and it was something we wouldn't escape. As Teenagers, Claus and I were partiers. There wasn't one club that we hadn't been it, there wasn't one night we hadn't come home drunk, or high on some high class drug. Ecstacy was our main game. Claus fiddled with heroin once, but the outcome was rough, so he strayed from it. Saskia was probably about twenty, Claus was nineteen and I was seventeen when Aunt Van Schoonhoven passed. God, she was such a good woman, we couldn't believe it. She like my mother died of cancer, unlike my mother, her cancer was lung cancer. Claus and I continued to Party and Saskia continued to worship and live in the shadow of God. Following the words to bible scriptures, acting on it as though she would find peace in life. She couldn't take our active lifestyle, that was too much for her. She killed herself four months after Claus' mom had passed.
Claus and I were horrified to find her bloodied body in the sheets of her bed. That's where Claus' life change happened. He took a turn for the better though, going into the priesthood, as his sister would have wanted. Claus worked to be a Catholic priest and he ended up in New York at twenty-one. I stayed behind for a few months, but followed him there not too much long after. When I'd got there Claus had left the church for a boy. A stupid mistake on his part, and I intend to not let the boy in question live it down. Claus went back onto drugs, and stabbed himself in the knee a few too many times. He'd ripped enough muscle in his knee to cause permanent damage and after that, I sent him back home, to The Netherlands. I rehabilitated him there, calmed him down, and then I brought him back here. He rejoined the priesthood, but left not too much longer after. He stayed clean this time, and seemed to fall in love with this other boy.
I'm not sure what happened between them but on November fifteenth, two thousand and thirteen the unthinkable happened. My heart was in panic, as Claus had gotten sick and stayed sick in October. It was that fifteenth day in November that I lost my bestfriend and beloved cousin. You wouldn't believe it if you hadn't seen the paper the next morning. The Obituaries generally aren't a joke. I remember crying so hard, I would vomit, it went on for two months, this crying and vomiting thing. I think, if I were to talk about him now, I'd be okay, but sometimes, when I'm alone and I think about him, I cry and I just don't stop. I had him buried here in New York, not in The Netherlands, as this is what he wanted, he really, really wanted this. Heart Failure's a bitch."
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