Post by Ryan Eckerson on Apr 22, 2011 19:36:29 GMT -5
Name: Ryan James Eckerson
Nickname: Eck, Ryan, RJ
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Appearance: Ryan could seem threatening to anyone at first, especially because the look in his eye. Standing 6'2 at 230 pounds, almost every ounce of his weight is pure muscle except for the rational amount of fat from normal body functions. Brown hair is normally washed and left to dry with little to no brushing, his care about his appearance nonexistant. Ryan sports brown eyes to go along with his bronze skin tone, though he's completely American besides the bit of Irish he deems in his blood.
Clothing, if worn, were simple with the usual dark bootcut jeans and either tanktops or sleeveless shirts. The colors are normally darker than the normal human, with the exception of a few brighter shirts to make him seem more cheery. Not that he really cares, but every once in a while someone needs some joy. Black boots adorn his feet, steel toed and waterproof to deal with any terrain he could get himself into.
Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and a bit of a smart ass to boot, Ryan could easily tick someone off just by saying something off key. He tends to pick fights where he shouldn't by being sarcastic, and toy with his prey once he's caught them. He's cynical and demeaning, almost thinking he's a little better than the person next to him, but he has a flip side.
Once you've cracked that hard and very, very thick outter shell of his skin, you could see that really he's just hurting. Would he cuddle you? Hell no, Ryan don't cuddle. But his sarcasm may get a little better. He may even be nice every once in a while, but by no means will he actually treat you like the human (or creature) that you are. You will always be a bit lower than him on the food chain, no matter how hard you try to be better.
Fighting Style: As far as fighting goes, Ryan has no Karate or self defense training, he just has the lots of fights he got into in High School and College. Because he is so built and his hands pretty large, it would be no surprise that this man could pack a punch. A hard one. If he had the choice between his weapons and his hands, the weapon would definitely come first. A knife, a gun or whatever, he would choose over punching anyone.
Weapons: Ryan has a wide range of both guns and knives, as far as weapons go. His most powerful is his AR-15, and the weakest being a 1911. He owns a cross bow, as well as several different tips for each of his arrows. Pocket knives are of a wide variety with him, having several different sizes and makes. A few explosives are also part of his repituare, mostly gernades with a few tear gas cans.
Carry On: Usually when he's out, he carries with him a few pocket knives along with a military knife and a boot knife. On his hip he carrys a silver Glock, with a double barrelled shot gun strewn over his shoulders. When he's out in public and not hunting, he doesn't normally take his double barrel with him. He wears his silver wedding ring and carries around a stuffed rabbit blanket with him that use to be his daughters. Normally it's tucked into his hip pack where he keeps all his ammo.
Magical Abilities: None
History: Growing up, Ryan was a very good kid. He never got into much trouble but at the same time he wasn't well liked either, so he was constantly picked on. When he reached High School was when he started fighting back, lashing out at the Juniors and Seniors who tried to play pranks on him. After his Freshman year, he was expelled for his antics and had to change schools. At the second High school he went to, he made himself known by taking down a Football player who seemed to be "The root of it all" and became almost famous. When he walked down the hallway, it seemed like it parted just for him.
Girls were falling at his feet, if not for his actions but his good looks. His grades started to improve and everything seemed great, his life beginning to pick itself up again. His Senior year in gym class, he spotted her. A sophmore, a nerd, a bandie but he couldn't take his eyes off her.
Katie was beautiful, and an animal activist to begin with. There was something about her that made his heart beat faster, and he approached her later that day. Kate Burkhart was sweet, beautiful and had a great sense of humor. After High school, they got married and got their own house in LA. From there, he went to college for Engineering and contracting.
Graduating in the top half of his class after four years, he got a job working construction as the contracters right hand man. Of course, it didn't stop him from doing some of the work himself because he loved it so much. Soon after high school, they had tried to have children and found that it was going to be almost impossible. Katie was devistated so she became depressed through most of his college years.
After raising money, on their 3rd wedding anniversary he surprised her with enough money to try and get inseminated. The next day they got it done, using both her egg and his sperm they did it. Within a month, they got word that she was pregnant.
Out of the thousands of little embrio's they'd planted, one had taken. One out of thousands, but one. Lauren was born on July 20th, one of the most momentis days of their relationship, and Ryan's life. He charished that little girl, cut his long nights back at the site and spoiled her to no end. He got her everything they could afford, with Katie sometimes telling him that he shouldn't.
He couldn't help it, the way that Katie made him feel was only pushed into this little girl.
Four years he was a loving father and husband, devoting all of his free time to his family and whatever he could do for them. His job brought him joy, but his family more. Since it was obvious that him and his wife weren't going to have anymore children, they never tried and loved what they had.
One night, earlier last year he had to stay late at the site because there was a problem with one of the layouts. About an hour or so into his late night, the radio came across with that something severe had happened near the area where they lived. Being the protective father that he was, he hopped into his vehicle and immediately took off toward the neighborhood. When he arrived, it was in ruins. People were injured left and right, there were several ambulances and paramedics everywhere to help them. Homes were charred and houses were on fire with firetrucks trying desperately to save what they could, water spraying in every direction. Almost completely untouched, Ryan sped past all the destruction to his own home and threw it into park, jumping out and running into his home. The door had been blown in, charred parts laying around it. Calling Katie and Lauren, he tried desperately to find them, only to discover their bodies in Lauren's Bedroom. They were burned, like someone had set them on fire where they lay together.
Demons weren't a thing that Ryan believed in, but this made him almost sure that they existed, especially with the distruction that was over his neighborhood. Without much thought at all, the next day he quit his job and began to work on the home to rebuild it and replace everything so that the house was back to it's original state. By Janurary, it was resurrected. Nothing in it was touched and it was just the way they'd lived in it. Including Lauren's room, with the carpet replaced with the same and her room cleaned. From the day that he found his family, he vowed that he was going to find their murderer and destroy them as they'd destroyed him. Everything in his way was just going to be dust when he was done with them, and he was serious about it.
To this day, he still looks for his family's murderers and will stop at nothing to find them. Unless death befalls him before he avenges them.
RP Sample
Hearing that it was just her made his jaw clench and the smirk drift off his face, his mind scrambling. It was almost as if she blocked him with three simple words. "No, just me." He.. he wasn't sure how to respond to that considering he'd been hoping for "They're dead" or "They're not here". No, as soon as she spoke and the thought processed, it had killed the conversation and all the potential it had. Either she was really smart and knew what he was up to, or it was dumb luck. Being the pompous as he was, he figured it was just dumb luck that had seemed to fall in her favor. The fact that she'd taken so long to answer that question should have sent something up, but she was chewing and swallowing. Thought Ryan talked while he ate, some people had more manners then him. But if she was a thief living on the streets and hadn't eaten in 24 hours, would she really have morals? Not that thieves didn't, but.. Oh well.
Keeping her with him wasn't quite his plan at all, but if it took that long he certainly would wait for everything to fall into place. Certainly he wouldn't wait that long, but if she was a thief and her family wasn't who knew when they were going to come looking for her? The second question she offered in his direction made him glance to her faintly, checking to see how much she had left to eat. He knew she'd practically devoured the first burger, but the second she had started to take her time which made him wonder what was going through her mind other then her location and his actions. Finally, after a little while of silence he tilted his head to the left side and sighed. "A place I know of." A place he knew of real well, because it was his house. Of course, as soon as he would have blurted out that he was taking her home, she would be on alert.
It wasn't long before his right hand moved to down shift the Jeep and he was slowing it down, pulling down a secret dirt drive that he took quite often. It was worn in from use, the grass gone from where his tire's usually hit against the ground. Even that was a long ways back, about a minute or so and a lot of potholes and rocks on the way. When they were beginning to get closer, it was visible that there was a clearing up ahead, as the trees began to thin and within that small clearing sat a cottage. It looked small on the outside, but the thing that stood out the most was the fact that it appeared handmade. Had Ryan made it? Oh god no, he'd found it and fixed it up son.. but building it. Not a chance.
Closing in on the structure, his attention turned to his passenger and he looked to her for a long time. The road he traveled to his house was a long one, but he knew it better then he knew himself so there was almost no need to watch where he was going. Left hand moved from the steering wheel to scratch his beard for a moment before he turned his attention back to the road, hand returning as well. "I wouldn't try to leave, if I were you. It's just.. not a wise decision." It was a simple warning, but he would have no problem chasing after her and hunting her down like a deer. Certainly she hadn't given him a reason to yet, but he wasn't going to quit looking.
Finally, the Jeep came to a stop next to the home which was better visible now that it was up close. The small, two-story cottage had a red brick porch with stone all along the foundation of it. the sides of it appeared to be wood of some sort, but it almost appeared cozy to the onlooker. The yard was neatly kept with a single tree sitting out front away from the rest of them, a few rotting apples beneath it. Ryan liked to be away from civilization, especially when it meant he could enjoy nature the way it was meant to be. But if anything, at least he never felt claustrophobic out here.. not with all this space. As he parked his Jeep, right hand pulled the E-brake and he sat there for a moment to figure out what his passenger was going to do. If she was going to run, that gun was going to be quick to his hand and he'd probably threaten her.. but if she didn't, then maybe this visit wouldn't be so awfully bad.
