Post by zzz - Jared Ryder Crowe on Dec 20, 2011 16:29:14 GMT -5
Jared Ryder Crowe
---- THE BASICS
Character's Full Name: Jared Ryder Crowe
Nicknames and Aliases: Ryder, Ry.
Age: He is 26.
Species: Human / Hunter
Played By: Cam Gigandet
Appearance: Ryder enjoys working out and staying in shape. He is has nice muscle definition but not too much and maintains a healthy weight.
He's got true grit. And his eyes are purdy.
He isn't much into fashion, but he wears clothes that fit him well and will withstand his line of work. Mostly its jeans and leather jackets but sometimes he'll sport a pair of leather pants for the hell of it. Shit kickers on his feet and weapons in every place they can fit. Yeah. That's his style.
Personality: Ryder is a really good man. He is a hard-working cowboy and hunter; the kind of person that tries to stay positive and keep a smile on his face no matter what the situation.
Though he has lost his faith in religion, he has not lost his faith in mankind, and does what ever it takes to protect them from the kind of monsters that are kept secret from the masses. Things like angels from heaven.
He isn’t a real big ladies man but the boyish smile on his face and his optimistic outlook doesn’t hurt him in the romance department. Don’t rush it with him though. He is still the young man he was brought up to be. Kind of old fashion.
Relentless is another good word to describe this cowboy. He is bound and determined to make a dent in the war against the supernatural and works more than he plays.
But when he does play, Ryder is just the kind of fellow you’d want to be with. Good-natured, fun-loving, loyal. This is the kind of man he is.
Powers and Strengths: This modern day cowboy can do lots of things. He can break a wild stallion. He can run a ranch. He can handle a gun and fist fight like nobodies business. Lets just say he can get the job done and he doesn't have any of those fancy supernatural powers. He can't dance though. No, the boy cannot dance.
As far as strengths? Here are a few of his: He has a left hook like a freight train, can shoot a bottle cap off a lady's head without messing up her 'do', has more determination in his pinky than most do in their whole body.
He is a good man that does right. Karma gives back sometimes. Ry is also extremely loyal.
Vulnerabilities and Weaknesses: Well, since the man is a regular ole' human he doesn't have the strength, speed or agility as the types of things he hunts. Unfortunately, as well, his eyes have been blurred by pain and anger, so he is pretty much a shoot first and ask questions later kind of man. Thats pretty weak if you ask me. Its more difficult to try and understand things you aren't familiar with.
Religion is also his weakness. He misses it, but has completely given up on those things he believed in so vehemently. This has left a huge hole in his soul.
He hates to break the law, even if it is for good.
Crown Royal and 7-Up is something he can't abide just sitting around getting dusty.
A woman's tears will bring him to his knees. He has sort of a hero complex.
Wild Horses (literally and figuratively)
---- HISTORY
Jared Ryder Crowe was born in the foothills of the mountains of Bozeman, Montana.
He was the offspring of a farmer/rancher and his young bride, as well as the son of a preacher man. His father was not only a hardworking farmer and doting family man; he was also the reverend of a small southern Baptist church in town.
Growing up on the ranch, Ryder was a happy youth. He was a loving son, a studious pupil and a god-fearing Christian boy.
The child lived to make his parents proud, and how very proud James and Nora were. They could not have asked for a better behaved little boy. He excelled in everything that he did, stayed out of trouble, and was cuter than a button. He was loved and well cared for. Wanted for nothing. And his home was absolutely beautiful.
Time took him from childhood to the teenage years, and though his dreams had grown with him; Ry was still a good kid. He enjoyed what every normal youth did; sports, ranch life, girls, adventure, and used his better judgment to remain devout in his faith. His parents and the church were so pleased with him, and he felt a satisfaction for having an inner strength which kept him committed.
Of course, his faith never stopped him from having a good time out of life. He never broke the law, but he broke a few hearts, snuck out a time or two, skinny-dipped and shot his papa’s gun without permission.
It was one hell of a good time.
The party ended not long after Ryder graduated high school. He was really itching to get out of Bozeman and go to college, but his father needed him home to work the ranch and his mother’s health was failing.
Ry was nothing if not a good son. He exchanged high learning for blisters on his hands and dirt on his boots. But he loved the life and he loved his family.
His mother became frail and he spent a lot of time by her side. Ryder wasn’t exactly a mama’s boy but…well…he adored his mama.
Having been taught that God was a loving deity and angels were mankind’s protectors; Ryder could never have expected what was to become of his life.
While his mother was on her deathbed James left Ryder to tend to her and the ranch while he gathered the townsfolk for a candlelight prayer.
During the vigil, all heads bowed and voices stretched toward Heaven, a group of wild animals ravaged the group; killing many, and wounding others.
The 'wild beasts' were a pack of werewolves that had been calling the woods home for as long as the town had been there. They were a docile group, taking precautions to keep themselves as well as the humans safe during their shifts. Unfortunately, during Klaus's experimental tirade, they were transformed into murderous rabid beasts that had no control over mind or body. After the attack on the town the creatures perished, leaving the living with no explanation of how or why.
James was one of the civilians gravely wounded. Ryder had to put both his mother and his father in the hospital, watching then die side-by-side, mere hours of one another.
He didn’t quite meet the man in black himself, but something inside of him died that night and what arose from the ashes of the broken son was nothing what it was before.
The man lost all faith. Faith in his religion, in him self…what could he believe now that he knew all he’d ever know had been a lie. God. What a joke.
After months of putting his parents in the ground the young man finally left his ravaged home town and sought out anything and everything he could about the beasts that had slaughtered his people. What he found horrified him. There was more out there than he ever suspected. There was a war, and he was destined to be a part of it…
---- ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Ryder had been hunting this particular coven of vampires for two weeks. Even though he considered himself a decent tracker, these blood suckers were tricky; hiding their tracks real good or hiding the bodies even better.
Since he’d gotten into town the hunter had yet to hear a single thing about a murder, an unexplained disappearance, or even an attack that would point to the vamps, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Either they were really as good as he’d suspected at hiding the bodies or they were infecting humans and increasing their numbers. The young man hated to think this way, but he sure as hell hoped it was the former. A few ticks and a couple of stiffs he could handle. A fucking army of infected killers he could not. Without help anyway.
Having left his partner Honey back at the one bedroom efficiency he called home, the hunter was a solitary shadow creeping along the side of the abandoned warehouse where he’d tracked the coven.
Since the night he’d almost lost his golden retriever while out on a hunt, the cowboy has turned Han Solo, unwilling to risk the only thing in his life he could still trust completely. His dog; his best friend.
Back against the cold damp brick, Ry checked the clip of his handgun and tucked it into the waistband of his dark jeans. The bullets had been modified by him, and filled with dead man’s blood. He had machetes strapped to each thigh, and these too he checked and then checked again. Some blood suckers were going to die tonight. That was all he was sure of at this point. How many he would find in there was still a mystery, but he was gon’ find out real soon. Like now, in fact.
Taking a breath to steel his will Ryder held it in for a heartbeat, closing his eyes and…what? The cowboy had lost his faith along with his mother and father, so he wasn’t about to pray to a god he didn’t believe in.
Mentally planning out the attack to fill the void the hunter then let out the held breath with a hiss and got to work.
Forcing the door open with a shit-kicker, Ry rushed in, shooting at the first pointy-toothed male that sprung at him. A second and a third appeared right after that, so the hunter let loose a stream of crimson filled bullets, filling the silent night with the sound of chaos.
When the cowboy ran out of bullets there were still vampires coming at him. Letting loose a brutal war cry Ryder grabbed the sheathed blades and starting chopping off body parts and heads as they rushed forward.
A half and hour later, covered in blood from his tawny head to his cowboy boots, the warehouse was quiet once again, but still as ominous as it was coated in a fine sheen of red and guts.
Ignoring the dead bodies sprawled across crates and all over the floor, he moved deeper into the building until he found a sight that stopped him in his tracks.
Cots. Hundreds of them.
His earlier speculation was true. They weren’t building a coven, they were making an army.
Quickly shifting into movement Ryder made his way back to the side window where he’d snuck in.
He’d only taken down eight or so vampires which meant more of them would be returning to the den. He had to do something. Something to throw them off their game.
Fire.
Maybe if he burned down their sanctuary they’d…hell… he really didn’t know. Maybe it would make them vulnerable.
Angry too, most likely.
Rushing out into the winter chill determined to retrieve the supplies he needed to set the night on fire, he didn’t take into account his blood-splattered appearance when he ran right into a woman. With a gun.
“We gotta’ go now, Miss...Miss...Lady with a gun!” He yelled at her, sheathing his dripping weapons. “They’ll be coming back soon. You gotta’ get the hell out of here!”
(( its kind of a novel, I know-- sorry! Also, its from a SPN RP so the vampires are a little different. well you know.))
))---- THE PLAYER
Alias: Misery/Miz/Mizzy
RP Experience: A looong time. Maybe 9 years?
Contact: PM works best for me ,3
