Riordan O'Rylie

[riordan]

Riordan Aiden O'Rylie



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Loony
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 18 Years
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 5ish YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE Konstantine Skylar and Reagan
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS cheat and die!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Riordan Aiden O'Rylie
NICKNAMES: Prof. O'Rylie, Prof or sometimes Ri.
AGE: Unknown
GENDER: Male
RACE: Kitsune
CLASS: Magical Creatures in Literature
PLAY BY: Ooshirou Shirogane[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] Blue
HAIR: Very ginger (like auburn).
SKIN: Paler than anyone you've ever seen. Probably.
BODY: Tall. Incredibly attractive and muscular, but not too muscular. Just perfect.
UNUSUAL: Nothing permanent, except for a scar from a burn across my torso.
OTHER FORM:
You've seen a fox right? A red fox specifically. That's basically what my other form looks like, with some...subtle differences. First off, instead of the orangish red most foxes are, my pelt is the same color as my hair. Auburn. My eyes are the same piercing blue too, while wild foxes more often have amber eyes. The tips of my ears and my feet are still black, but are surrounded with a sort of black flame. My white-tipped tails are similar, but with white flames. There are odd black markings that decorate my face as well, but may I just say they only add to my exotic beauty as a Kitsune. Oh, and I have four tails, clearly not considered normal for a fox.

I also have a semi-human form. Basically, my human form but with my ears and tails showing. Oh, and the patters on my true form also appear on my body, rather like tattoos.

APPEARANCE:
Usually I appear in my human form. It's simple, and less distracting, though I suppose if I don't pay attention, I slip up and appear in my semi-human form instead. Anyway, my usual human form, is of course incredibly attractive. Well carved body. Muscular but lithe, just like a fox, of course. My hair, being as long as it is and fairly messy, usually needs to be kept under control, so I often wear it in two braids. If I'm out at night for some reason though, my hair is usually loose, and reaches down to my waist about. I've been asked once or twice why my hair is long, and it's as simple as this: I like it.

Now when it comes to style, I'm just as snappy in clothing choice as I am attractive. Usually, I walk around in some sort of suit. I enjoy looking sophisticated, but I always give myself something of a personalized look too. Also, I wear reading glasses during my class session, as my vision is somewhat fuzzy, though not enough to really matter unless I'm reading like I do for my class. Sometimes, I wear goggles too. They're prescription, like the glasses, and really, I just sort of like the way they look. I suppose the part of my style that stands out most are my boots. Usually, I wear white dress boots with a black suit. Even when I dress more casually though, I usually wear my white boots. Hey, what can I say? They're comfortable.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b] Myself, women, literature, fun, games, darkness, rain, shiny things, noodles, cats, photography
DISLIKES: Dogs, rambling kids, pain, blood, chaotic noise, boring people
STRENGTHS: Speed, strength, hearing, smell, literature, relationships, trickery, cooking, photography
WEAKNESSES: Fear of dogs, sight slightly impaired, blood, commitment, making deserts, water (namely, water abilities)
SECRETS: I'd never admit my deathly fear of dogs. This of course, is my exception to that rule, but DON'T. TELL. ANYONE. Also, though I love the beach, I'm afraid of deep water because I can't swim.
OVERALL:
Well, well, well...what can I say about myself. I'm strong physically, and incredibly handsome. Some people might call me self-centered, but I think everyone could use a little healthy pride. And really, I think they're just jealous of my confidence. I mean, you're asking me to describe myself, so I don't mind saying I'm attractive. It's not like I go around saying it all the time though. I could probably use some humility, but I rather think my pride is well earned.

On my own, I'm quite a calm person. I enjoy to do things like read by the fire on a cold and snowy or rainy night. My collection of books is immense, and I'm quite proud of it. Even on my own I enjoy card games as well, like solitaire. I've never been much for technology, other than cameras. I've been around for quite a while, and now everything's just too complex and changing too fast. I'd rather read. I do enjoy all kinds of music though. Some people are surprised when they visit me and find me listening to something like rock instead of classical music. Not that I'm against classical music either. Truthfully, I like to sing to myself too. I have a pretty good voice, though I'm no rockstar. At least I can keep on key. I can play a few instruments too, but only very roughly.

Around other people, I'm quite social. I enjoy playing games and discussing literature. I especially love parties! I won't lie, I can get a bit crazy with a drink. My favorite thing though about socializing is probably women. Women are not only enjoyable physically, but mentally as well. They amuse me really. I don't know if I've ever met a woman mentally stimulating enough to fall in love with though. Or maybe love is just for weaklings. Haha. Some might say so. Personally, I'm not a romantic. Many people might describe me as quirky, as I can be a bit odd, especially in a crowd. I'm known to always carry around a camera, ready to take the kind of pictures that only present themselves once in a while. And I'm not shy, so I'll jump into a conversation and state what's on my mind without a second thought about it.

I suppose the other most known fact about me is my love for cats. I really do love cats, almost as much as I love foxes. Especially my cat Belle. She's a wonderful little black cat I found a few years ago abandoned on a street corner. She's the sweetest little thing you'll ever meet, and some joke the only woman I'll commit to. Haha. Belle often sits by me when I work, or on my lap when I read. Sometimes she even follows me to class and hangs around while I teach. Usually, if Belle comes with me anywhere, she's on my shoulders.[/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Unknown
FATHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: Unknown
OTHER PEOPLE: The orphanage staff and occupants, Connor, Rosie and Constance O'Rylie
HISTORY:
Well to begin with, I was an orphan. Technically, I suppose I could still be considered an orphan, but as an adult, I don't see that it matters. My earliest memories are from the early Victorian age. I was a young boy found wandering on the streets of Ireland without any memory. Judging by the massive burn on my chest, many guessed I had been through some sort of fire. I was taken to an orphanage, but no one ever came to retrieve me. So, I grew up in the orphanage, and was given the name Riordan. I spent most of my life there. I got along well with the other kids, and gained a sort of popularity among them, though that may have been my usual fox ears and tail...

You see, at a young age, I was unable to hid my ears and tail, like most of my species. Of course, that didn't bode well with most people. Really, I'm lucky the Scottish woman who ran the orphanage found me, as she too was a nonhuman. A fairy actually. I never knew her name, as I always refused to her as 'mum', and most of the other children referred to here as 'ma'am'. However, keeping me a secret was difficult. Rumors went around about a fox boy in the orphanage that only ever came out at night. That was mostly right actually. Though sometimes I did get to venture out during the daytime with a had and cloak, I mostly stayed inside. It was a bit nerve-wrecking for a young boy.

Anyway, I grew, and Mum continued to instruct me in the ways of non-humans. Sometimes, Sissy, Mum's daughter, would help too. She was kind, but did not seem particularly excited about the prospect of taking over the orphanage eventually. They were sort of like my real family I guess, but at the same time, I was still just an orphan. In order to help me fit in with the real world, Sissy took it upon herself to teach me how to hide my ears and tail. It took a lot of work, but eventually, I learned.

Soon, I had grown into a full man. I had discovered women, and people in general, and began disappearing from the orphanage for longer and longer amounts of times. Mum seemed to grow upset with me, but I figured I was a man, old enough to make my own decisions. That is, until I got in trouble. One night, I'd gotten a little too drunk and tried to take advantage of a woman. The next morning, I woke up in a jail cell, staring up at Mum. Her gaze was so disappointed it actually hurt.

After that, I calmed somewhat, never wanting to feel that stare again. Soon, I was old enough to go out on my own. I was taken on as a photographer's apprentice. The idea of photography greatly interested me, and though it might not have been as well paying as some jobs, I was determined to do it. I'm still very interested in photography, but with the modern cameras, it has become a pastime for me while I have taken on other interests. My mentor's name was Connor O'Rylie. He was a kind man, and became something of a father figure to me. I learned a lot from being his apprentice, and not all of it was about photography.

Connor was kind enough to offer me room and board as well, so I became quite familiar with his family. His wife, Rosie, often told me I was too thin and was quite fond of making meals for me. The one I began spending quite a bit of time with though was their daughter, Constance, or Connie as we called her. Connie was a wonderful lass. She introduced me to literature. On cold nights, she would read to me by the fire, after making us some tea. Shakespeare was her favorite. But not the romances, the tragedies. Her favorite was Macbeth.

I suppose you can guess what followed that. Connie and I began to fall in love. I know, after telling you all I'm not a romantic and I won't commit. Well, I never said I never committed at all. Connie was a unique lass, different from any woman I've ever met. Patient and kind, but not afraid to speak her mind or put you in your place. She was a teacher actually, to children.

Eventually, Connie and I got married. As I had no last name though, I took the O'Rylies' last name. Conner was very happy with our pairing, and said I was already a part of the family anyway, that it was only right I took their last name. So yes, at some point, I had a loving family. It was wonderful. But it will never happen again.

You see, as time moved on, the world changed and the O'Rylies grew older, But it was around age thirty, that I realized I wasn't growing any older. I knew I wasn't human (the O'Rylies didn't, but I hadn't forgotten), but I didn't understand. I went to Mum, and she explained to me that I would not grow any older for quite some time. I didn't know what to think at first, then it hit me. I couldn't be with humans. Not like I was.

So what did I do? I faked my own death. I knew it would hurt Connie, Connor and Rosie but...it was better that way. It was better that they didn't know what I was. I watched from afar then, returning to the orphanage to work for Mum. I used to go out and watch for Connie to make sure she was alright. Connor grew old. Rosie grew old. Connie got over her mourning at my death and took a new husband. Then she grew old too, and had children. I went to each of their funerals when they died, but Connie's was the only funeral I could formally attend without being noticed. That was when my heart broke. That is why I don't get involved seriously with anyone.

Since then, in order to honor Connie's memory and favorite pastime, I've studied literature. I attended a college, and continued to keep up with my studies. I never forgot photography though, and for quite a while I continued to use that as my source of income. A hundred years ago, about, I got a teaching license and became a teacher. I never stayed at a school for too long though. That is, until I came to America to teach at the academy.[/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

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RP SAMPLE: Unpacking was the almost always the worst part of moving. Packing took effort sure, and was fairly annoying, but the unpacking was worse. Not only did you have to artfully pull everything you tetrised into a box out without destroying everything, but you have to find a new place for it. Sometimes things are broken, or worse, something breaks and ruins everything else in the box. But unpacking was part of moving, something Riordan was quite accustomed too. It seemed like he was always moving sometimes. He even wondered if there was a point to unpacking. But as far as he knew, the move here, to this American academy for non-humans, would be fairly permanent.

Pulling out a pocket knife, Riordan began slicing through the tape of a sealed box labeled "photography". Since he'd finished unpacking the heavy stuff like furniture, he was now moving on to his favorite things. First box of photography was filled with modern cameras and equipment. Carefully, Riordan placed them all on a shelf, except for his favorite camera (which he usually carried with him). That particular camera had earned a spot on his desk with his paperwork. Next box was more equipment. Tripods, stands lighting equipment, etc. This box was pushed to the side for later. Riordan would put that away in the closet. His unpacking mostly continued this way for a while. Next box was full of photography books, all placed on shelving near his desk, then some final equipment and extra parts, shoved aside with the other equipment. The next few were very old cameras and equipment all kept in very nice condition.

The following box though, was labeled "photos" instead of "photogrpahy". Riordan cut this open like the others. It was filled with several smaller boxes, each filled with photos filed away neatly. Riordan pulled them out one by one, careful not to spill their contents on the ground. As he was pulling each of these boxes out however, he wasn't particularly paying attention to the fact that his lovely cat Belle had come into the room now. He didn't pay much attention to her as she hopped up onto the couch and tried too...shit.

Riordan didn't realize until it was too late that Belle had pushed one of the boxes of photos off the couch. He leaped in a desperate but futile attempt to save the box. It spilled to the ground, the lid fell off, and many of the pictures scattered across the room. Groaning, Riordan began gathering up the photos in a pile so he could sort them into their places. Belle very innocently padded over to rub against his legs innocently. Setting the pictures on the coffee table, he sat down on the couch to set to work sorting.

Belle hopped up onto Riordan's shoulders and sat there, leaning against his head. He couldn't hold back a laugh. "I cant' stay mad at you lass," he mused, reaching up to rub her head lovingly. The box that she'd pushed over had been older photo, he noted as he began sorting through them. "Look at this," he said to the cat, holding up one picture. "That's Mum and Sissy. They were my first family. And here, some kids at the orphanage." He held up another picture, smiling. He continued moving through the pictures, many of which were of noblemen or others of the richer class who could have afforded them at the time.

Suddenly his stomach sank slightly as he picked up the last photo. Riordan was staring a picture he'd forgotten about a while ago. A picture of his only love. "This is Constance," he said softly, holding the picture up for Belle to see. He pointed to her in the picture. "The only woman I've loved. Other than you of course." The last sentence was said through laughter as Belle had mewed in an affronted as if she could understand him. "This here was her father, Connor, and her mother Rosie. They were my first family. I took this of them when I knew I had to leave. So I'd never forget what they looked like."

He stored the picture in his pocket instead of the box, then stood up, but begin stacking the boxes in the closet. He didn't want to forget that picture though. "Later, I'll frame it," he decided. "I think it's been long enough."[/size][/ul]

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