O'RYAN, DYLAN CHASE

[DYLAN CHASE O'RYAN]

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[atrb= border, 0, true] dylan chase o'ryan. [/style][style= width: 194px; height: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/DcSRK.jpg);] [/style][style=width: 194px; padding-top: 19px; padding-bottom: 19px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]allie.

my name is dylan o'ryan. i'm fifteen years old but i look about seventeen, maybe eighteen. it's kinda weird but i choose not to recognize it and it goes away until i tell someone my age and they gap in awe. some of my favorite things are the color blue, spaghetti, music (indie), video games, and most of all lacrosse. i'm pretty attached to the sport. i'm a little pissed because i missed some of the season during a trip i took, but i'll get back to that later. i have a shit ton of friends but truthfully, only a handful mean something to me. i've got my best friend, zane, and he's like a brother to me, but most of my other friends are just sort of like puppets. they're good for partying and having a good time but i wouldn't trust any of them with anything. i'm not paranoid. i just don't fucking like people when it comes down to it. as for that handful i do care about, well, i'd do just about anything for them. i'm a lot sappier around them and they actually know whatever's going through my head because i can talk to them about anything and they know they can trust me too. when it comes to someone i give a damn about, i really just want to make them happy, comfortable, whatever. i have this issue. i get really mad, all the fucking time. if not mad, then irritated. i hate it, but there's not much i can do about it. i don't know why i'm like that but it sucks. about a month ago, i got into a really bad fist fight with a guy. why? he pick pocketed me. so naturally, i go hulk on the guy. it was so stupid. i wound up in a facility where they worked with me on my anger management issues and now i have a fun little ball i can squeeze whenever i get upset. cute, right? i don't think it's as severe as the people there or my dad make it out to be but i know it's an issue. my family life is alright. i'm a trust fund kid so that's pretty good. but uh, my dad can go jump off a cliff. he's convinced that i'm possessed by satan or something. my mom has to back me up on literally everything, even small shit like whether or not my room is tidied up. i also have a twin sister. she's a bitch. [/style][style= width: 188px; height: 100px; background-color: #D1D1D1; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; font-size: 09px; color: #656565; border-top: #D1D1D1 2px solid; border-bottom: #D1D1D1 2px solid; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; overflow: auto;]sample roleplay here.

male. [/style][style= width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]fifteen. [/style][style= width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]freshman. [/style] [/style][style= width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]hostile. [/style][style= width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]smart. [/style][style= width: 100px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; background-color: #656565; font family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; font-style: italic;]athletic.

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