• RYLAND, blaise andrew

[blaise andrew ryland ©]

» YOUR NAME; aly
» YOUR AGE; 18
» YOUR OTHER CHARACTERS; holden, Robbie, erik, cadence, aaron

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» FULL NAME; blaise andrew ryland
» AGE; twenty
» GENDER; male
» SEXUAL ORIENTATION; straight
» I AM; VOCALS in LIPSTICK INFERNO

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» CELEBRITY/PB; john o’callaghan
» HEIGHT; six foot four inches
» WEIGHT; one hundred seventy two pounds
» HERITAGE; originally from arizona
» LINK TO ATLEAST 3 DIFFERENT PICTURES; [1] [2] [3]

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» PERSONALITY; Blaise is a little bit shy. He’s not nearly as bad as he was a few years ago; he used to be almost painfully quiet. Luckily, band life has gotten to him – not in a bad way, either. It’s just made him a little easier to talk to, a little more outgoing. He was always friendly, just reserved, was all. You wouldn’t guess that he’s so quiet and laidback from watching him on stage; he really does have quite a bit of presence. He’s up there dancing and having a good time, but he’s still a bit timid when you meet him face to face.

Now, don’t let the shyness fool you. He likes to have fun; of course he does. He likes to drink, at least, a little bit. He’ll even get tipsy, but he never has gotten so drunk that he can’t remember what happened; he doesn’t intend to, either. It’s a bit of a phobia of his just knowing how he was created, and he definitely knows his own limits. He’ll have a few shots here and there, but that’s about the extent of it. He doesn’t smoke or do drugs; it’s just not his scene. He likes to sing – obviously – and he likes to dance, but prefers conversation. If he’s talking to you, he’s focused on you – one of his pet peeves, actually, is being interrupted by someone when he’s trying to have a conversation with someone else. That doesn’t just go for fans who interrupt; it goes for anyone. He’s a very focused and attentive individual, no doubt about it.

He really is a sweetheart; he’s a loyal friend, respectful, and very laid back, most of the time. He’ll talk to you if you want to talk, he likes to joke, and not too much gets him riled up. He was always sort of awkward his first couple of years of high school, but he grew into his height and his looks, and by looking at him, you’d expect him to be a huge heartbreaker. Truth is, he doesn’t do anything of the sort; at least, not on purpose. In fact, being a girl in Blaise’s universe probably means you’re just a friend. And even then, he doesn’t have a girl he’d consider his “best friend”. He has a few best guy friends but the most he’d ever give the girl a title of is maybe “close” friend, and that would have to be someone he’s known a few years. He’ll be your acquaintance no problem, but he’s a little hard to crack. He’s cool on the surface, too, but actually getting in depth with him is a definite challenge. He’s not terribly trusting or terribly willing to let anyone in. He keeps to himself a lot, which some people find very intimidating.

Which brings us to one amazing point; Blaise has never been kissed. Adorable, right? A lot of girls think so, and for whatever reason, since it became basic common knowledge on the internet, he has to be even more careful about the situations he gets into. He’s basically just paranoid of what happened between his own parents; he doesn’t want to be anything like them, even if in a lot of ways, he takes after his dad. His dad was always the guy chasing the girls he couldn’t have - until he got Rose, Blaise’s bombshell mother. Blaise is sort of like that, too. He will pine away, quietly, write songs about girls that he’s barely interacted with. He writes more from daydreams than actual experience; half of his band’s songs talk about sex, and he’s never even kissed a girl. Even without having ever had a relationship, or let a girl that close to him, he’s a little bit jaded. All he needs is a sweet girl who won’t take advantage of him to bring him out of it; he comes off as having little depth, but in reality, he’s pretty sensitive.

» LIKES;

• smoothies
• writing
• drinking
• jokes
• macbook
• rain
• guitar hero
• singing
• pictures
• night time
• tight jeans
• the sun
• metallic colors
• fruit
• del taco

» DISLIKES;

• arrogance
• fakeness
• his parents
• forwardness
• people who are obnoxiously loud
• people who try to pressure him
• flat tires
• materialism

» OTHER?; none.

» FAMILY ;
• CURTIS RYLAND, father
• ROSE FRISINA, mother

» PAST; Perhaps the real story began far before Blaise was born. Perhaps the life that he was destined to live was determined before he was even a glimmer in his parent’s eyes; of course, in his case, that glimmer
wasn’t one of love but instead lust; the glimmer of the glazed shell one’s eyes often take on after an intense night of drinking. His mother was the girl.. or young woman, perhaps -- that every guy wanted. Rose Frisina was tall, with legs that went on for miles, naturally platinum blonde hair and gorgeous olive skin. She had lips that were full but not too big; incredible blue-green eyes that changed color with her moods. She was sex appeal wrapped into one package, and that was a package that apparently, Curtis Ryland had a little too much fun opening, one night when they were barely twenty one.

Of course, Curtis wasn’t too terribly off himself. He was tall, good looking, not hurting in the money department. He was smart, too: his life was laid at his feet before temptation and Cuervo got the best of
him. The night that Rose finally tracked down his phone number to break the news that she was pregnant was the night that things started to wind out of control, for both of them.

In their defense, they tried to make it work. Rose was a bit of a hippie; she didn’t believe in abortion, or anything like that. And so it was settled quickly she was keeping the baby, in every sense of the word. She demanded Curtis to buckle down; she wanted him around for the kid, even if she herself wasn’t too sure she wanted to be around for it. They had a shotgun wedding at their earliest convenience, just
before Rose started to show. And a few months later, Blaise Andrew Ryland was brought into the world. It was mere coincidence his initials spelled the root of his creation, but perhaps exactly what destined him to a sort of repeat of his parent’s lives.

No, he is not twenty one, nor is he a father. In fact, maybe it’s a little harsh to say that he’s following in their footsteps. Maybe the more accurate thing is that he’s a younger version of his father, or how he imagines him to be most of the time. Curtis more or less had walked out of his life by the time he was a teenager; his mother was too busy trying to make up the time she lost being young and innocent, running around with a bunch of guys she’d date for a few months and then dump, only to have the cycle repeated. It’s apparent what that kind of thing did to Blaise’s perception of relationships; he has no idea what to think most of the time, except that nothing lasts forever. The point was that Curtis pretty much vanished into thin air, and Rose was always too stuck trying to get back her childhood to pay any attention to Blaise’s.

He grew up as a pretty quiet kid. He was nice, sure, but he was pretty shy, and awkward. He got his parents’ height that was for sure, his mother’s eyes, his father’s smile. It was all wrapped together into a pretty cute package by the time Blaise was about sixteen; he definitely had what it took to be a heartbreaker. But something about him has always been too scared to commit to anything but his band. He can sing, he can play guitar, but he can’t even commit to a simple kiss from a girl. Yeah, that’s right – nineteen and never been kissed. Sounds outrageous, especially for a guy with Blaise’s easygoing personality and pretty much adorable looks, but it’s pretty much the story of his life. The last thing he wants is to end up like his parents.

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