RYAN, alaric judas

[Alaric Judas Ryan]

I go by LOKI, and my time zone is EASTERN. I found this site by BY BEING A MEMBER. You can contact me PM/AIM.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Alaric "Ric" Judas Ryan.

AGE:

Just turned twenty-three.

GENDER:

Er ist Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, but can experiment.

SPECIES:

Angel.

NATIONALITY:

Irish and Swedish American.

OCCUPATION:

Detention Officer.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Alaric here is a decent man, appearance wise. He's tall; six two, weights about one-ninety, and is quite muscular. His weight can get up and past two-hundred if he worked out more but he doesn't do it much anymore due to 'work' and all. His skin is peach to tan and his eyes are bi-colored. One blue eye and one blue eye though from a first glance they look like dark blue overall. His hair is always short and it's a mocha brown; some lighting it looks lighter and sometimes darker. He has a small scar on his neck where the incident happened and some other scars on his body that almost seem unnoticable unless you look at him directly and long enough. His clothing style is whatever he feels like; which is usually something 'country'-like. The open flannel shirts, the boots, the baggy boot-cut jeans... You get the idea.

CELEB CLAIM:

SKOLOUDIK, tomas.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

His personality is... Quite complicated. Before medication and help, his control and out-bursts were out of control. He was a troublemaker and didn't know when to stop at anything. After his death, his personality is somewhat the same but more controlled and reserved. He still is an angry and vengeful soul and still wants to light things on fire, but he resists. He knows it's bad and is doing his best without medication to control himself. Call him having an out-burst personality disorder. He is still shy when around people he liked, but he is more reserved. He isn't necessary 'quiet', but he does speak his mind. He is stubborn but knows when to stop if he cannot win. He is a vengeful soul and will get his revenge if you managed to anger him to that point. Alaric doesn't partake in dark arts but once again - he is debating on it. Maybe if he got someone different he might get her back? Though it seems like a futile thing. He is one to state facts and the truth rather bluntly. He is also one to not back down with things easily; unless he's in the mood and doesn't feel like it. He doesn't talk much or as much as he used to, but he still does. Just don't get him riled up, for chances are he will never stop. Ever.

LIKES:

Frozen coffee. Ice cream from an ice cream truck. Aggrotech and metal music. Action and drama shows. When people leave him alone. When people do their job. Anything about Ireland and it's culture. Proving people wrong. Retribution. Revenge.

DISLIKES:

Summoned demons. His 'brother'. Dark arts, kind of. Spicy stuff. Foreign cars. Extreme heat. Extreme cold. Comedy movies that are more 'stupid' then 'funny' like the Hangover. When people bike in the street and not the sidewalk - he wants to run them over. Losing at anything. Working over-time. Being woken up in the middle of the night.

SECRETS:

He killed his family and he keeps that a secret.

FEARS:

Slipping into the dark arts and getting the same demon again. Night-terrors that remind him of things from the past. Heaven finding him or Hell taking him back.

DREAMS:

To have his love back or to have a normal family again - a second chance. To have someone that understands him for who and what he is and has become.

STRENGTHS:

Dominance. Strategy. Intelligence. Physical strength. Healing ability. Detective intitution.

WEAKNESSES:

Anger. Revenge. Takes eveyrthing personally and to heart. Someone he likes. OCD to have things in order and even. Medication - he doesn't want it.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

My name is Alaric, and I was a wanted child. My ‘parents’ were having trouble making a child, so they took it to another route and got some surrogate or whatever. So I am the half-brother of Benjamin Ryan; a man born from both of our parents instead of me - some worthless surrogate and my father. Anyways, they wanted me. I was the one that was planned. Benjamin was a ‘mistake’ that they ended up finding out about 3-4 months after I was already growing. So that makes me the older brother, the wanted child, and the better kid overall.

I was born first and was loved tremendously from the start. There were so many pictures of me I can’t even imagine, though when my brother was born, there was by far more… Like he was ‘special’ for they thought that couldn’t conceive. I was a little jealous I’d admit, and I guess because of this unfair attention, I started to rebel a bit. Though my brother was just as bad. When I got attention, he became a stinker bug. When he got attention, I rebelled. Nonetheless, it was a nice life in Ireland. A lot of nature all ‘round.

As the years progressed, my attitude didn’t change. I was considered the ‘problem child’ and soon was put on medication. First for my A.D.D. which I didn’t even have, then for my temperament, then I got some anxiety and stuff… It was just too much for me. Nonetheless I took them and I became less outspoken and less… Angry. Though the anger still resided in me I just didn’t lash out or anything. I kept it under control. People seem to have noticed a change in me and liked it. I guess it was a change for the better? Who knew. I didn’t care… I felt like a part f me was taken away with all these medications they kept on giving me… And the counseling? Don’t even get me started with that bunch’a bull.

Anyways, high school… I was still a trouble child, but a controlled one. My grades weren’t as good as A’s, but I was intelligent despite my quirky persona. My brother got more A’s than B’s, and myself; the opposite - more B’s than A’s, but soon enough I studied harder and got even better grades. My brother and I graduated high in our school. Not the top, but better than most people. I have to say, I was quite proud of myself. I achieved very well. Nearly as great as my brother.

While we were in college and I was working, there was this girl I really liked. Though I was outspoken and a little ‘loony’, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her out. We made small conversation here and there, but I don’t know… Apparently I’m shy when it comes to people I like. Benjamin, my brother, tried his best to help me be better and less shy - be more assertive I guess? After some time I got my confidence up and I asked her. She didn’t turn me down or laugh at me per se, but she laughed at the fact that it took me forever and a day. I laughed back for the first time in such a long time… We became an item! I was so happy. She was my world. My heart beat with hers… All that mushy crap. I felt like she was family. She knew when to back off and what to do when I didn’t take my medicine some days and she was just medicine in itself; she helped me more than anyone else in this world did.

When she was taken away form me… My world crashed down. She was coming to visit us for family dinner when she got into a car accident a block away form our house; not even that. It was that close. She didn’t die on impact but suffered a but. When the paramedics came around and tried to help her, when they pulled her out of the car, she started to shake severely and cough up blood until she went limp. I saw her die… And I couldn’t do anything to help her. My world… Crashed down that day.

At first I was mourning and sorrowful, even after the funeral. I really loved her. Maybe it was too fast-paced, but I even had a ring. Yeah, yeah, young stupid love. Whatever. Suck it. Anyways… I snapped. I smiled and grew quiet; even when I stopped taking my medications to help surpass my explosive behavior. Something inside me just didn’t ‘care’ anymore. It was then that I started to dabble in dark arts. If it wasn’t real, then it wouldn’t exist, right? Or at least not so much of it. I was desperate and tried anything and everything. When I was about to give up, the spell I conjured up, worked… And a demon of smoke and bone appeared before me. The things it said to me… I will never repeat fully. But one thing stood out… If I listened to it and gave myself to the demon, I can ‘save’ her. Bring her back like she never died… I can protect her and be there for her. I can save her… Save her… Save her…

I lived with my parents, we all did except for my brother’s girlfriend. She visited often for dinner and such… Me? I kept to myself and in the basement, I finally agreed to let the demon control me. It was like… I was possessed but yet I could control myself… It was the weirdest feeling ever. My mind echoed the demons words; but new ones. It was like we were connected or ‘one’. The voice told me to kill… Blood for blood. And I did. The demon took hold and killed my father for me, then my mother… I have to say… Killing someone… It hurt me so much, even a family member, but I smiled and laughed - for after all this was done, I’d have my love back. I can save her, finally!

Everyone died… Mother, father, brother’s girlfriend… Their bodies mangled and broken and their blood written and drawn on the walls… It was my artwork; my sacrifice for my darling… When my brother came back he attacked me and didn’t give me the chance to explain. We fought long and hard until we tumbled outside. I was bleeding and dying and so was he. It happened so fast I barely remembered what happened… As a neighbor intervened and just before I was held back and raised my hand with a blade to cut my brothers throat, the grip that was on me, the strings of the puppet were cut… And as I slit my brothers throat and he held it, crumbling on his knees trying to breathe, I heard the words… “You failed”.

I wanted to save her! All I wanted to do was to save her! I started saying those lines again and again. Save her. Save her. Once I was free from the neighbors grasp, I slit my own throat. As I stood there with a crestfallen look - not form the pain but from the memories, I finally fell to the ground. Seeing my brother still struggle I looked away and stabbed myself in the chest; ending it right then and there. I failed… There was no hope for me anymore.

I went down below. Hell grabbed me before Heaven could. Though after some months, Heaen grabbed me out and yanked me up into Heaven. I did not know why, but soon I was told. I was uneducated and 'little' as they called. I was a baby that was taken advantage of and didn't know anything. They saw my dark arts as a mistake and the possession as something I could not and did not control; technically it wasn't 'fully me' when I killed my family. As the demon said, I had to sacrifice something I cherished to bring back what I cherished. Blood for blood. It was somewhat out of my control. Stripped of my horns and tail, I was gained wings and a firey sword. I was a guardian angel to infants down below. Once sent down below, I immediatly broke ties from Heaven and quit my angel duties to obtain a second chance at life. Heaven tried to revoke mme and strip my wings but I kept dodging. I am still an 'angel' with white beautiful wings. Did I mention I had two sets? Instead of them turning grey and used.

Before I died and while I was working I did go to school for social service and criminal justice. However because of the "accident" that happened, I died before graduation. However when I returned, I made sure to lurk in the shadows and find a contact that managed to give me flase documents that seemed legit. It said I had a Master's, I worked previously at some jobs, my new expunged name and everything. It was as if I was a walking believable lie. I managed to get a job as a Detention Officer and though I am not a big fan of the juvenile's, I manage. It's a good job. Lots of writing, lots of counseling, lots of playing detective and judge. I quite like it. I fell down from Heaven in New Jersey, and I currently reside in Essex.

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother and father; dead. Brother was dead, but he got reborn. Girlfriend died and no other siblings or children at this time.

OTHER:

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