Post by ryker on Apr 1, 2013 4:05:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true] ryker abel steele twenty three, from dayton ohio, sociopath, clever, currently single  ryker was born into, what would appear to be, a fairly normal family. but all families look that way on that outside. his father was abusive, constantly throwing his mother around and when ryker was old enough, he got his fair share of bruises. things weren't easy and nor were they normal, so his developement was slightly different than most others. growing up, he watched his mother get tossed around, only to make excuses for her husband's behavior. saying she stuck around because she loved him and she had no where else to go. this was what ryker learned to associate with the word "love". when he was sixteen, he met the girl of his dreams. short, brown hair that she changed often. she had a round face and bright eyes and all he could think about was how badly he wanted to destroy her. to him, that was normal. he had met her through his usual group of friends at school. she was the new girl. ryker had been dragged into the scene of sex and drugs at a young age and, in turn, was introduced to satanism. now, he doesn't take part in the media's version of satanism. in fact, he considers himself a glorified athiest. to his surprise, the bright, spirited young girl followed the same guidelines as himself. it didn't take long for them to start holding hands and stealing kisses. soon enough, they were rolling between the sheets and whispering sweet "i love you's" between moans. the first time ryker hit her was when she had backtalked him. of course, she decided to look past it, being too in love with her perfect boyfriend. things escalated at a rapid pace. bruises showing up around her throat and her wrists, her ribs turning dark colors and her skin turning an ashy white. she was losing sleep, dark bags showing under her eyes. still, she moved in with him after they had graduated. mostly, she was too afraid to say no to him, and for good reason. a few months into their new lifestyle, she tried to leave. quietly, of course. ryker was asleep and she had packed a bag, sneaking with it toward the door. just when she thought she was home free, she was grabbed by the mess of hair and tossed to the floor. a few shouts from ryker about where the hell she thought she was going and a few pleads from her later, she lay lifeless on the living room floor, ryker over her body with his hands around her neck. he'd disappeared after that. disposing of her body and disappearing to a far away place. she didn't have any family and it's not like his noticed whether or not he was gone. her friends were nonexistent since she had only given him the time of day since moving to dayton. he felt like he was home free. but the desire to kill again often surfaced and the idea was becoming more and more difficult to drown. upon moving here, he started doing what he knew best. selling drugs. he didn't have much, only selling what he could get his hands on and often sticking to the cheaper stuff. so he barely managed to get together enough money for his run down apartment and food, but it was alright with him. he was comfortable and satisfied. his spare time was spent torturing small animals or chain smoking his favorite cigarettes. mostly, he relived the memory of the last gasp for breath from his beautiful dream girl. ________________ alright, guys! first off, thank you for reading about my lovely little ryker. i'm open for pretty much any kind of plot, so if you have anything in mind, please send it my way. if you have any questions, i'd love to answer them. and.. and yeah! plot with my dark prince, please, please. i can't wait to write with you. |
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