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[ S a v i o r ] Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:09 pm
The Sinful Dreamer 
Character name: Rylenn Joseph MeGreggors
Age: 18
Nationality: Amercian
Heritage: American
Interest: --- {School of Magic}
Talents: ---
--This is Teh Bunnah Ninja's private journal for Rylenn Joseph MeGreggors. Please do not post without her permission. Violation of this rule will automatically get you up in the black list.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:17 pm
 [Table.Of.Contents]
.01. Mule Post
.02. Table of Contents
.03. Table of Contents
.04. About the RPer
.05. About Rylenn
.06. What Started It All
.07. Pictures of the Sinful Dreamer
.08. Relationships
.09. Class Schedule, Events, and Quests
.10. Items
.11. Reserved
.12. Reserved
.13. Reserved
.14. Reserved
.15. This and That
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:19 pm
[Updates.and.Rules]
4/1/07 - IMPORTANT! Ry gets to have his hair down next growth!
12/19/06 - Workin on stuffs..
12/18/06 - It was decided. I WON MY BEBE! 8D
.Rules.
1 - Don't be afraid to message me! 8D I'm fairly nice and I'll tell you if it's not a good time. My MSN is the best way to get into contact with me because if I'm online at all, I'll be on MSN. My AIM is on there as well, but I don't get on AIM very much simply because the school's firewall prevents it from working. (Stupid firewall)
2 - Don't post in the journal unless I've given my okay for it. I don't mind people posting here, but I want to keep it to a minimum. There will be little prompts or something telling if the journal was left out and basically if it can be commented on. If you DO comment, please, if it's OOC, just prod me elsewhere, but if it's IC, feel free. I'll ask that flaming and that kind of thing be kept to a minimum though. If you're angry at Rylenn or your character is angry at Rylenn, please don't put it in his journal. Ask to talk to him. Thanks, guys!
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:20 pm
[About.the.RPer]
Username :: Teh Bunnah Ninja
Preferred Name :: Buns, TBN, HEY J00!
Real Name (Not to be used on Gaia) :: Rae (Really Rachel, but Rae is the nickname I go by)
Age :: 20
Birthday :: August 31
Sign :: Virgo/Tiger
Marital Status :: Taken (Happily)
Spouse :: .Sephiros Immortal.
Occupation :: Student/Gaian Breedables Whore/Shop Owner
Likes :: Sushi, RPGs, FFVII, RP, Plotterific Smut, Drawing
Dislikes :: Beans, bad drivers
MSN SN :: muse_studio@hotmail.com
AIM SN :: mizushiaurion or keirsaurai
Current Mood :: Amused
Current Project :: RYIS! Christmas and Customs
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:21 pm
[About.Rylenn]
Pronunciation : [Rai-len Joe-sef Me-Greg-g-oars]
Age : 16
Race : Caucasian
Heritage : Irish/Greek
Birthday :
Father's Birthday : April 19th
Zodiac :
Skin Tone : Olive
Eye Color : Gray
Hair Color : Brown, but dyed red
Normal Wardrobe : The school uniform or a tank top, jewelry, and loose jeans
Favorite Past Time : Drawing, but he won't admit to it
Favorite Food : Pizza
Favorite Movie : n/a
Favorite Song : n/a
Likes : drawing, magical beings, magic, books, fantasy
Dislikes : Catholics, most women, pornographic materials, prostitutes, drugs
Personality : Rylenn is a generally untrusting individual. He fears being rejected so he has developed a dislike for most people. He keeps people at a distance so he won't have to care about them and get hurt again. Once you get under his skin, though, he is fiercely protective. He can even have severe bouts of jealousy which force him to distance himself further from people.
Post Color : Dark Red
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:22 pm
[What.Started.It.All.] Teh Bunnah Ninja I think I should start from the beginning, before I was born. My father was born and raised in the great Southern state of Georgia. His mother was a housewife and proud of it while his father was a mechanic in the store below where they lived. His father had discouraged him from what he called ‘Devil Books’ and set my father to the Bible. My grandfather also took my father out of school when he felt that, in my grandfather’s words, “was enurf book learnin”. My father then learned my grandfather’s trade, mechanics. Without my grandfather’s knowledge, my father had begun reading the classics. He didn’t understand much, but what he DID understand, he enjoyed.
When my father was about 20 years old, he met my mother. She was from Atlanta and a diamond in a sea of coal. Though most men tried to woo her, my father succeeded and soon they were married. I believe she told him her name was Margaret Jean. My mother always wanted the best things in town and my father bent over backwards to make his wonderful city girl happy. Anything that would make her even remotely happy, he found some way to do it even though it meant dragging himself deeper and deeper into a pit he would never escape. Soon, they had the biggest house in town and the best lawn. After they had their underground pool installed, my mother found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell my father at first. She knew how he would react, but it was how she was reacting. She didn’t want me; she HATED me. She couldn’t keep me hidden from my father for long, though. Once he found out, he was overjoyed. He was THE proudest father on the block. He spoiled my mother even more, ignoring the growing piles of bills and notices. He didn’t care. He wanted everything in the world for his wonderful city wife and his wonderful future child.
After I was born, my father began to notice some changes in my mother. He had gotten her a car all her own so she could get around and he filled it full of gas whenever she needed it. He became aware of the fact that more and more her tank needed to be filled. She was also becoming cold and distant from him. The final straw was the night before my fifth birthday. She came home extremely intoxicated. He demanded to know where she had been. She laughed and told him the horrible truth.
She had been a call girl and a prostitute in Atlanta. When she came to our small town, she was just looking for a place to lay low until the police lost her trail. She had just used my father for support until she could arrange her return back to Atlanta, but it had gotten too good. She was getting everything she ever desired and all she had to do was place housewife to a bumbling mechanic. She got bored with that life and began to strike up her old business within our small town. Not only had she used him for money, but she also used him to find more clientele. All his friends were her clients.
It was too much for my father. He literally threw her out and tossed all her things onto the lawn. She laughed as she picked up her things and stuffed them into her car and disappeared. After that night, my father changed. He withdrew from the world and quickly got a divorce from my mother. The town ridiculed us and isolated us more. My father tried to explain, but those who took part in his wife’s infidelity, denied it and twisted it to seem that my father probably was a homosexual and this lie was just an escape for him. They claimed my mother had found out and simply fled. From that point on, my father no longer believed in love nor did he believe in that which was not in this world. He dove deeply into Catholicism. He became the man he had begun to hate. His father.
I hid my love of fantasy away from my father. I knew he wouldn’t approve. I had been caught several times with books in hand. There was only one thing that happened when I was found like that. I was beaten. I soon learned what a lock was. I began to lock my door so I knew when my father was coming. Yes, I got yelled at and lectured, but I wasn’t beaten. I began to believe in the lives of these people, in the peoples themselves, and in the creatures that surrounded them. I couldn’t believe that such tales could be false. There were too many similarities within the animal. It was like not believing in God for me. I KNEW they were real. I just had to find them.
My worst encounter with my father happened when I had just turned 16. The only thing I wanted for my birthday was a selection of books, mostly fantasy. I had added a few religious books to appease my father, but he saw through my attempted façade.
--*--*--
“What is this boy!” My father yelled as he threw down my birthday list. “You think imma retard, boy?!” He snarled as he began to take off his belt.
I jumped back some and flattened myself against the wall with my palms up in the air, like a submissive stance. “What are you talking about, Dad?” I gasped out, trying to act innocent.
“RYLENN JOSEPH MEGREGGORS! YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!” He snarled as he grabbed me and tossed me over his legs. With his belt in hand, he began to beat me. He said again, “What is that?!”
I screamed out in pain as, in my father’s fury, he landed more hits on my lower back and thighs. “It’s my birthday list!”
”You know what’s on this?!” He said angrily. He slowed as I nodded, but began again as I stopped nodding. “You know better than this!! These things are the way to sin! REPENT!!”
Without even thinking, I elbowed my father hard in his ribcage and rolled onto the floor. I panted and looked up at him. He looked at me, as if I had done the most horrible sin ever. He stood and tried to grab me again to start to beat me again. He pushed him off again, but this time, he fell backwards, landing on the floor. He looked at me again and then growled. “GET YOUR a** OUT OF MY HOUSE! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” He stormed out and left me standing there, my mouth open.
--*--*--
I didn’t leave, but my father never treated me the same ever again. I was my mother’s child after that. He threw money at me and told me that I was to borrow money from him to buy food until I got a job then I was to repay all the money I borrowed. What money I didn’t use for food I saved until I got a job and repaid my father all that was lent to me. After that, I saved until I was 18 years old so I could get out of the hellhole I called that house. I moved to Atlanta and first tried to find my mother. When I found her, it wasn’t a pleasant sight. She was laying on the floor, cracked out from whatever drug she had in her veins. She had track marks up and down her arms and legs. She didn’t even remember who I was. I took her money and left her there. I knew she was too far gone.
I registered myself in the local school and began living with a bunch of beatniks in a commune. I pool money with them, go to school and work. The school I’m currently at is not enough for me. I usually have to correct the teachers and the textbooks are older than I am. I want to go to a school that will challenge me and help me fill my full potential. There is no other school where I can fulfill my full potential in the United States so I have to look elsewhere. I want to know the truth about my world and I can't do that stuck in Podunk, Georgia. I want to spread my wings and fly.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:26 pm
[Pictures.of.The.Sinful.Dreamer]
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:27 pm
[Relationships]
Professor Dante - Rylenn has a deep respect for him. He admires him greatly and tries to get in every moment he can to talk to the elf.
Professor Greg - Rylenn is amused by him and his tricks on Professor Dante.
Professor Lorioth - Rylenn seems to bring out his inner playful self with this professor. It really isn't known why.. even to Rylenn. He secretly enjoys making Lorioth blush. He thinks it's a fine color on the man.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:28 pm
[Class Schedule.Events.Quests]
New Student--> Registered Student:
--Journal Fixing
--Participation In Opening Ceremonies
-- [First Entry]
Registered Student-->The choosing of divisions
-- [Quest/Event Journal] [Quest/Event Journal] [Quest/Event Journal] [RP Entry] [RP Entry]
-- [Interactive RP] [Class RP-Beginning-End]
-- 10 Quest Credits
-- [Growth Quest]
Choosing of divisions-->Advanced, sub-division Student
-- [Quest/Event Entry] [Quest/Event Entry] [Quest/Event Entry] [Quest/Event Entry] [Quest/Event Entry] [RP Entry] [RP Entry] [RP Entry]
-- (Magic - If this changes, I'll change it) [Interactive RP] [Interactive RP] [Interactive RP] [Interactive RP] [Class RP] [Class RP] [Class RP]
-- Participation in Storyline
-- 12 credits from quests
-- [Growth Quest]
Advanced Student-->Professional student
-- Intensive RP participation
-- Intensive Journal posting
-- Teacher bound (?) = Difficult/Rare growth quest
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 7:34 pm
[Extra Stuff]
Shop is owned by Tooaya
Character is owned by me
Art is owned by Tooaya
Banners are by me 8D
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