RY

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RY
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NAME

[/b][/font] Ry, just Ry. Pronounced 'ree', by the way.
NICKNAMES[/b][/font] ANYTHING YOU WANT, BABES!
BIRTHDAY[/b][/font] February 33 (do the math)
AGE He looks like he's a freaking ten year old girl (he's 17, okay?)
ORIENTATION He's a FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL
SEX 10 YEAR OLD GIIIIRL (he's a he, thank you)
ALLIANCE Nyx!
ALLIANCE ROLE Scavenger[/blockquote][/blockquote]

_{FORGET SUPERNATURAL, CAUSE ALL}

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THEPHYSICAL
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BUILD Skinny, skinny, skinny stick boy. Well... Almost. Actually, most think he's a prepubescent girl. Right next to zero muscle (or even meat) on this boy, he's tiny enough to fit into a dress. He's a mere 5'4 and it's rather unlikely that he'll continue to grow by very much. I know you're tempted to poke his ribs. I dare you. To make up for that horrible lack in physical strength, he has agility and flexibility, enabling him to fit into small spaces or hide rather easily.
HAIR COLOR A leeeetle bit beyond ear length, ranging from brown to blond-brown depending on how much time he's spent under the great ball 'o fire.
EYE COLOR Plain old brown
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Other then the flippant amount of piercings all over his mouth and the fact that he dresses like a girl (literally), nothing too distinctive... Oh wait, never mind. The fact that this little boy runs around in skirts and tube tops and bright pink dresses doesn't help his cause much. The zombies would probably be spending too much time gawking at this flaming homo to eat him (hehehe).
PLAYBY
Tsukiyama Akiharu (Miku from An Cafe)

_{ACROSS THE SKY, THEY CAN HEAR YOU ON}

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THEPERSONALITY
THE OTHER SIDE A SCREAM THAT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD![/center][/font]

LIKES
> Piiiiiiiiink
> His 'daddy'; Ichirou
> The rest of his adoptive family (to an extent, hates Kou though)
> Taking it up the butt, in the mouth, and pretty much anywhere else (that little ho)
> Pretty, pretty, shiny things
DISLIKES
> KOU, THAT DAMN BASTARD
> Damn zombies *grumbles*
> DO NOT touch his hair
> The ever growing dark
> The cold
GOALS
> Stay alive, STAY ALIVE
> Stay as close to Ichirou as possible
> Learn to use a knife for proper zombie slaughter
FEARS
> Flipping terrified of water
> Drowning (see above)
> Abandonment
OVERALL PERSONALITY So, I see you've briefly met Ry. Yes, he seriously does not have a surname (at least not one he remembers). As you can tell, he's a FLAMING FAGGOT in a skirt and tie and likes to take it up the butt, if you don't mind.

So, as you can probably tell from his clothes, Ry likes bright colours. Yellows, reds, oranges, the warm ones that catch people's eyes. Unlike most other boys, he wouldn't mind showing that he liked pink. He doesn't like to keep all to himself either, so he is found outside a whole lot. He doesn't care if people stare at him; he just likes being outside, whether it's simply walking down the street or frolicking in the park. Ry grew up very close to nature, living mostly in the hot jungles of Cambodia, so even if he's now in a city, he likes sticking close to what he grew up with. Of course, after all the running around outside, he likes to take a nap once in a while. Actually, he likes to get his sleep and wakes up rather late, much to the annoyance of some others.

Since the flood that destroyed his village and nearly killed him, he's been terrified of water. He won't go near pools and doesn't love the beach like he used to anymore. He's afraid of drowning, so doesn't like putting water near his face. A little bit is fine, but anything deeper then a small bucket and he'll freak out. Ry also greatly dislikes loud noises, especially if they come suddenly. That doesn't mean he doesn't like music played loudly, it's just that he doesn't like it when you pull a stereo up next to him and blast it in his ears without warning. The boy never really had to stand up for himself or at least not too much on his own. Though he'll listen to those he knows, having people demand things of him isn't a nice feeling. He'll do it if you ask nicely.

Let's just say Ry didn't grow up in the best of environments. His village was very poor, and so he often didn't get very much to eat. He's more of a scavenger then anything, knowing how to hunt and fish and collect fruits and vegetables, and being able to eat most things others would consider inedible. However, living off scraps doesn't make for a very healthy diet, especially for a growing boy. He had always been sickly and weak. Ry is still very young, so when it comes to many matters, he doesn't know what to do. He's inexperienced and rather naive to begin with, so a simple lie would probably work fairly well. However, he does pay good attention to details, so make sure you have your facts straight.

Despite all that had happened, he is still very optimistic about life and figures that if he absolutely has to do something, he might as well do it with a smile on his face. He's all sunshine and daisies, it seems, and it's hard for him to see the darker side of things. His physical features seem to help him in a lot of things as well. He isn't handsome; at least, that's now how you would describe him. Many would call him 'cute' or 'pretty', and it's hard to resist those doe-eyes and puppy pouts. Unlike many other teenagers, he's quiet and respectful of others. He'll give you your personal space and won't whine or go on and on about something of little importance.

_{ALL ALONE YOU BOUGHT TICKETS FOR}

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THEHISTORY
THE NIGHTMARE AS YOU WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! OH![/font][/center]

PARENTS BIOLOGICAL N/A, FOREVER AND ALWAYS.
Ichirou Tachibana: the adoptive father
SIBLINGS
Biological: ABSENT
Sang Thao Trieu: adoptive brother
Xiao Shen Cheung: adoptive brother
OTHERS
Kou Tachibana: adoptive uncle (hate hate hate)
Delirium Hyacinthe Glaisyer: adoptive aunt
HISTORY
It all started when he was born... Ry started from very, very humble beginnings. He was born Phirun Ouk in a small, nameless Cambodian village, with the sea on one side and a dense, tropical jungle on the other. The village was closed off from all outside contact and the people sustained themselves off of nature. The boy was born into a normal family and raised such as any other child in the village was raised. At a very early age, he showed that smile and sunshine of his, and became that one child that everybody wished was theirs. He wasn't loud at all, respected his parents and did his chores and work on time.

However, even if he was the sunshine in everybody's day, he still suffered like everybody else did. The village was regularly flooded by the ocean, which didn't make the land suitable for farming. Food and clean water was very scarce. This was too bad for him, as he was already small and a bit weaker then the other boys to start with. As he grew, he only fell behind the others. Even though he was young, he never really thought of the world beyond the jungle he called home. He always thought that this small village would be his home forever. Forever wasn't home for long. It was a very late night when the earth rumbled and his life would never truly be the same again.

Fast foreword a bit; the earth cracked in half. Well, not completely, but it cracked enough to send a giant wave into his village and absolutely wipe out the entire population in a few minutes, save for the little boy who learned to climb trees before he could even walk. The tree was his home for the next two days until a strange man came. The strange man had long hair, pale skin and bizarre eyes. Despite his looks, the man was kind. Kind enough to save his ass from that tree and bring him back to his camp. The near-drowning experience must've done something to the boy's head, as he couldn't remember a single thing that happened, nor could he remember his name or age. The man was named Ichirou Tachibana, and he took to calling the boy Ry. Just Ry.

Of course, not everybody took to loving him as much as Ichirou did. Xiao Shen and Thao were cool new brothers, and though Delirium was wacky, she was alright. Kou, however, hated his guts. Kou didn't like children in the first place, and absolutely hated his brother's habit of bringing home 'strays' all the time. So Ry stayed as close to Ichirou and as far away from Kou as possible.

So the group of five traveled the world for years and years, but happened to come to Fritch at the worst possible time. A week after getting into the Texan town, the whole place was quarantined and there was zero way out of this mess. One thing lead to another and the next thing they knew...

ZOMBIES

Great, huh? Amidst the confusion and general widespread chaos, Ry somehow managed to stay close to Ichirou's side. Kou, Thao, Delirium and Xiao Shen, after the initial wave of anarchy, were nowhere to be found.

Yep, I can sense this kid is gonna grow up completely normal.

_{THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! AN EMPTY HOLE IN YOUR}

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YOUR NAME Flo
AGE Crazy over-13-year-old here who can handle zombies. I'm all good. XP
OTHER CHARRIESRight now, nobody. Gonna get that changed soon.
SAMPLE

Wei Feng had never liked physical education classes, especially now that he had died and come to this school. Not only was there too much competition, but the students were about ten fold more aggressive then when he was alive, with some having supernatural abilities to boot. It was bad enough that the demons were breathing hot soot down his neck while playing soccer, but even the angels, the freaking angels picked on him consistently. After the first few classes, he skipped out every day all together.

So it was quite strange to be seeing Wei Feng in the gymnasium, of all places. Really, he wasn't too sure of why he was there either. He had been wandering around a lot as of late, but he couldn't seem to leave the school grounds. Everything else was surrounded by fog, and though he knew of others who would probably waltz right in and call it home, he was too afraid to venture any further.

However, he was rather disappointed when he came into the gym. There must have been something going on in here, because the floor and bleachers was littered with trash. He could live in filth and adapt to it pretty well, thanks to his previous living conditions. He might as well have died in a ditch for all anybody knew back in the living world. He had been sick and starved and could barely walk during his last few months alive, so he really wouldn't bat an eyelash even if his breakfast was eight day old dog road kill. But like every other human being with some sort of standard, he really preferred things clean. Nobody was here, so he might as well occupy some time.

Thick black stitches crawled out from under his clothes and reached out as he walked. They curled around the bits and pieces of trash, withdrew and tossed them into the trashcan at the end of the gym. Wei Feng was small compared to the other boys here, and he was extremely weak as well, but he had a decent throwing arm, which meant he had decent throwing tentacles as well. Eventually, the main floor and surface of the bleachers were clean. It was only under the bleachers next, but to tell the truth, the spaces were dark and cramped. He didn't like the dark, and though he was fond of small spaces, it only worked if they made him feel safe.

Wei Feng sent his stitches under the bleachers, and they picked things up by feel. It was weird, because his brain registered if they felt or got cut or if they hurt. They were like extra arms that synched with the rest of his body like they were there all along. One of his 'extra arms' slid under the bleachers at the far end and felt around for any garbage. At first there seemed to be nothing there, as all he felt were the metal beams holding the seats up and the waxed floor.

The boy began to withdraw his tentacle when the tip brushed up against something. Thinking he had found a bit of garbage, he wrapped the stitch around the object. However, it felt strange, like it was made of fabric. It was also long and slender, unlike the cans and pieces of paper he had so far picked up. There was only a slight pause before he gave up on trying to figure out what it was and gave the object a quick, none too gentle yank to pull it out from underneath the bleachers.