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 Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 8:22 pm
 ♥ Riley van Kwil ♠ Thirty-six ♦ Cleaning Expert What. You expect me to ******** say maid? ♣
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 9:43 pm
✰ 『 Basics 』 ✰
RILEY JAMES VAN KWIL
❝A tiger doesn't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.❞
♣ Nickname(s): Riley, Rile, whatever
♠ Age: Thirty-four Thirty-six
♣ Birthday: Spring 19
♠ Gender: Male
♣ Sexuality: The p***s wants what the p***s wants
♠ Job: Maid at the inn
♣ Residence: I live in room 106 of the inn.
✰ 『 Personals 』 ✰
♣ Height: 6'3
♠ Weight: 144
♣ Hair color: Reddish-brown
♠ Eye color: Dark green
♣ Distinguishing features: I have so many tattoos and piercings that I can't even count. If you come around here I can show you a few, though.
✰ 『 Traits 』 ✰
♣ Pompous
♠ Daring
♣ Demanding
♠ Immature
♣ Impatient
♠ Selfish
✰ 『 Interests 』 ✰
♥ Video games, they are the ******** to my yes. I have spent entire nights doing nothing but playing games. I own just about every console. Well, except x-box. ******** x-box.
✔ Cigarettes, they fill the void that the drugs that Todd made me ******** quit after he ******** found them left me with.
✘ Mexicans and their spicy food, I think this is partly due to the fact that I had a weird run-in with some Mexicans while picking up dinner. But, for whatever reason, ******** that.
☠ Reality, this world is bullshit. I'd rather be lost in some world where I'm an awesome hero and beat the s**t out of s**t, or high where everything is just so much better.
♥ Heavy metal, there's nothing like the loud blare of guitar and the hard beat of drums to get me in a smashing s**t kind of mood.
✔ That brings me to the next thing I love: smashing s**t., I think it's mostly due to the thrill of it all.
✘ Romance media, I was gonna say movies, but then I thought of those corny books that I also despise. What do people get out of watching that s**t? Just go get your own piece of romance. You're pathetic for watching/reading that s**t.
☠ Power outages, it's impossible to get anything done without any ******** power. It's even worse when I'm in the middle of a boss battle.
♥ Myself, I'm pretty damn awesome. I mean, have you seen me? ✔ Potatoes, I could basically live on potatoes. There's so many ways to fix them, and they're all amazing.
✘ Overly nice people, you know who I mean. No one's ever really that happy. I mean sure, when I do something awesome on a game or get me some a** I look a helluva lot like that too. But, not all the time.
☠ People who think they're better than me, or more like people who are obviously delusional because no one is better than me.
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Posted: Sat May 25, 2013 11:54 pm
✰ 『 Biography 』 ✰
School was the shittiest 13 years of my life. I hated that ******** place, I'm so glad I got out. I did fine with my grades, not too shabby, but nothing to celebrate about, so it wasn't that or anything. The place was just so boring and I had to get up way too early, just that kind of bullshit. I'm the youngest of three children and have always been able to get my way, so maybe that's why I feel like I need to get everything I deserve. I'm superior. I've had my fair share of ladies as well, but nothing that's ever been too serious. I never really spent much time with my parents, I was always either too busy hanging out with friends and doing better stuff. All in all, I've had a rather boring childhood.
I fell into the wonderful world of drugs at an early age. It just felt like a way to escape. Escape from what, you ask? Well, escape from my warped and crazy mind. I don't understand half of things that appear as thoughts, or desires. I can't imagine where they come from, it's like a dark and weird closet that has so much left to spill out. But, there's no excuse. It leaves me feeling empty and drugs fill that void. It's that simple. But, Todd found me one night passed out on our back porch with a strap tied tight against my bicep. It was at that point that he decided we all needed a change. He had been talking about it forever, since even before he graduated and I was just an itty bitty freshman. He hated our little town and my drug problem was just the last straw for him. So, he chose a date and made sure that we were all packed up a week after my graduation.
All I really hoped for when we arrived here was to have working outlets and I got my wish, only it was in a rather small room at an inn. We made it work, though and I even found a job as a... maid. I know, it's ******** lame. But, I work at the inn, so it's pretty damn convenient. I've got a couple of those adapter things hooked up to each outlet and got all of my s**t sprawled out and hooked up across the floor. It's pretty convenient working where you live. I can just run upstairs whenever I want and get some good game fix. I guess that's why it's good to be friends with the boss. I even have much more room now that Todd and Tatyana moved out. Of course, it was a hard decision for me not to go with them, but living where I work is just so much easier. I also feel that I owe Mr. BossMan something as his mate isn't around much anymore. We've become pretty good friends and I wouldn't feel right leaving him like that. I frequently go over to visit at Todd's house, sometimes stay the night. It feels good to all be under one roof again.
One trip over, in particular, stands out in my mind. They had just moved in and we each invited all of our friends from all over the island to have a housewarming party. Of course with me there, it quickly turned into a drinking fiasco and I insisted everyone play beer pong with me. The only catch was that no one had really planned for beer pong. So in my drunken glory, I found the best thing I could, a pencil and started the game. This b***h that I had been trying to get with all night went first and I went down to the other side to catch just in case she missed horribly. She did. And I even caught it! With my ******** eye socket. Todd, who had been slowly sipping on the same beer, rushed me to the hospital but it had perfectly pierced my retina and I am never to see out of my right eye again. Two good things came from that night: 1)I've been getting sooooo much more action with a ******** eye patch. 2) Their home has now been warmed. So what if it was primarily by my blood on the carpet?
✰ 『 All Others 』 ✰
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