OWENS,ryann scout

[ryann]

ryann scout owens
twenty ,,bristol UK,, keyboarist for march of the dead ,, straight ,, royalty ,, kiki kannibal
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"hullo, my name is Ryann and I'm twenty years old. People call me Ry, Ryann, Scout, Cub Scout, or even Ryann O. I was born on October 15. I live in Florida but I was born in Bristol UK. I have long bleach blond hair that at one point was bright pink, and sometimes I put streaks of darker hues in my hair. My eyes are a gorgeous light blue color. I have a really small build but that's what makes me bloody adorable.Most of my friends think I'm too skinny but I eat like a bloody man. I stand at 152 centimeters and I'm damn proud of it. I like to wear colors and well, I have a good amount of looks. I don't stick to just one. If you see me, I try my best to always smile because well, unlike all the other Brits out there, I have good teeth.Smile bby.

Well, I guess my history is something you'd like to know about. Well, my mum, she, well, she doesn't work anymore, but she used to be a photographer. That's how she met my father. She was at Buckingham Palace and well, she was photographing the changing of the guards, and she got a bit too close. Yeah what a stupid cow. Well, she was getting into a bunch of trouble with the guards and such well, my father somewhat saved her. And they got to know each other, and go out, until he asked her to meet his family. Well, wasn't she in for a surprise? Daddy dearest well, he's a royal. My father is well, the brother of Charles the Prince of Whales. Yes, late Princess Diana's husband. My father, not many knew of him, he was born and well, became a slight troublemaker in the home so, my grandmum (the queen) kind of, well, kept him on the down low. Anyway, well, my mum and father fell in love and well, grandmum wasn't really the happiest of people around when she saw who he was going to marry, she still supported them. Grandmum put my mum and father into well, lets say the most secluded castle she could find.

Six years before I was born, my first cousins William and Harry were born. and well, that was a big fiasco and so, my parents tried for kids. First came my older brother Phillip, who was named after my grandfather, and well, he's six years older. Then came me, I was named Ryann after my mum's dad (he died right before I was born). My brother is doing his own thing, He's in university and about to do his first military leave for the UK. Me, well, I was a weird child. I was the rebellious one I suppose. I was the one who didn't really enjoy the royal balls, and the outings with grandmum. Well, that was just when I was well, around about nine or ten. And well, when I hit preteens and teenager, that's when I started not to feel as though I wasn't belonging in my royal family. My cousins and brother bugged me constantly, and the only thing I really had was my room, and my library in the castle. Yepp that's right. I didn't get to really leave. I went to an all girls preparatory school which was, the bane of my existence. The girls there were so snooty and high maintenance, and believe it or not, I wasn't snooty or high maintenance, even though I was royalty. I mean all I had was my room, my piano my mother bought me, and well I played it every day for hours, and my music. My rock music. The music that got me through each day.

One afternoon, my grandmum called me over to Buckingham for lunch and tea. She and I had a talk about, how I felt around here. And I told her what I honestly thought. And that was, well, I didn't belong in the Royal life. I wasn't supposed to be here. And my grandmum told me she felt the same way when she was younger, but she never followed through with what she wanted. and well, my grandmum asked me that day what I wanted to do in life. and I told her, I want to play my piano.And as soon as I knew it, I was on a plane to Miami. Yes, Miami was the only other place my grandmum had a home in the US. I went job hunting and well, I found a bartending job, not the most amazing job but, it got some money in my pocket, even though apparently I really didn't need it. I didn't use my real name, Ryann Scout Princess of Whales. but I used Ryann Scout Owens (my mothers name). I didn't like mooching off of my family. And well one night we had a band play and they were amazing and my boss Kevin, he knew I play piano and threw me in for a loop when he tossed me up on stage.And well I played, and played and finally finished, and went back to working behind the bar. When a young man Paris came and spoke with me about joining his band. And well,I took the job. That's how I found myself on this tour.

Well I guess you need to know a little bit about myself huh? What am I like...hmmm? Well, I can start with that I'm a really nice girl. My heart is open for miles unlike most of the other people. Kindness is the key to the people. They just fail to realize it. I have a good control over myself but people refuse to believe it because of my kind heart. No one really knows where I inherited such a characteristic because, well they think i'm just a snob because i live in my grandmum's mansion and have a shit ton of money. But it doesn’t matter to me, I love that I can be kind to those in need and extend a helping hand and have people trust me and know I'm not like the rest of the world. My mind is somewhat stuck on a change in the world.

Childish fun has never run out of battery in me. I love to have fun in any way possible. Let it be cracking a joke here and there or playing a prank on anyone really . There is just something that I missed about being a child that brought back these childish ways back to me. I'm always full of life and vivacious in everything I do. A skip in my step all the time. It’s very hard to make me snap and when I do, watch out. My smile brings warmth to most, unless one has a heart made of stone or something. Others find it kind of annoying that I am still youthful and full of happiness. But why dwell on the bad? Just the feeling of being down brings so much burden on one person, why not look on the bright side?

I seem like my head is constantly in the clouds, but don’t let that fool you. I tend to be one step ahead and won’t ever let anyone pass her. I'm organized and plan plenty alternative plans and such. My head might seem as though it’s full of air and rainbows and butterflies but in reality it’s filled with numbers, plans, blueprints, anything you could possibly cram in there. And I have no problem remembering any of it. My memory is like no other I only have to read things once and I already remembered it for a while. my patience wears thin with ignorance and stupidity. Making me somewhat fearful among, well everyone. Even though no one has really seen this side of me…the beast can only slumber for so long.

I'm no where close to being a stuck up bitch even thought people think I may be. I'm so far from it. Just because I'm royal (not many people know, not even bandmates) it doesn't mean I freaking think i'm better than you, because I know I'm not and nor will I try to act like I'm better than you. but I think that's me in a nutshell. "





^{hey, so i'm rae. i've been roleplaying for five years now. as well as this character, i also play none yet. you can reach me by pm is fine if you need me for anything. i found made up stories by ex admin and i'm pretty glad i did. here's an example of mah skillz. (:}

The morning sun shone through the slit in the curtains and graced Relinda’s face with a warm light. She tossed over in hopes of going back to sleep but no such luck. She turned on her back and let the sun into her bunk. She turned so she was facing the bunk above her which wasn’t occupied at the moment. She let her hand run over her face, rubbing her eyes. In attempts to wake up Relinda reached behind her and grabbed her small clock and looked at the time. The little red lines connected to read 10:07. Letting out a heavy sigh, she rolled herself out of the bed. Her blond hair ruffled in a frantic mess, she looked down her white wife beater barely covering her colorful striped boy shorts. Walking towards the kitchenette area of the bus, she reached and grabbed a bowl and her small hidden box of cocoa puffs. Opening the door to the fridge, she grabbed the chocolate milk and placed it on the counter. Looking around the bus was extremely quiet. A few members missing, but most likely the others were sleeping as well. She quietly sat down and ate the cereal that she kept hidden from the rest of her crew and band because well, it’s a dog eat dog world on tour.

Relinda quickly finished up and placed her bowl in the sink and put everything back in its place. Walking back to her bunk she sat down and pulled out her suitcase from underneath her. Opening it up she looked through her clothing and chose a purple v neck and a pair of skinny jeans. She grabbed the small mirror that was near the head of her bed and pulled out a cosmetics case. She smeared some eye shadow on her eye lids and a somewhat dark pink lip gloss on her lips. She gave herself another look in the mirror and put a chunk of hair behind her ear which exposed the multi colored gauges. Getting up she slipped on her purple flip flops, grabbed her phone and her sun glasses and walked out the door. This was a somewhat regular routine of Relinda’s nothing special in her lifestyle.

She opened to door to the bus and the light seemed to flood her face. She squinted her blue eyes as she got adjusted to the sunlight. Walking across the lot she found herself getting closer to her destination. Which was, well, her place of work. She sold clothing and other types of merch for We Were Heroes. She loved every moment of this tour and well working wasn’t even bad. Sometimes the members would even come and hang out with them when they had nothing else to do. She was quickly approaching her little merch tent as a few people passed by giving a small hello as she passed by. Relinda finally made her way to her tent and sat down behind the table. Pulling out boxes from underneath it she started making displays of all the merch they had. She waited for people to come by and buy something or maybe even offer to get her a coffee of some sort. She loved coffee. Sitting in her chair, she waited for anyone to keep her company or even just hold up a small conversation with her.

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