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Name: Ryan Ross
Known For: Lead Guitar of Panic at the Disco
Clan: Toreador
Live Journal: cirquedurose
Screen Name: cirque du roses
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Brief Character Summary:
Once upon a time, Ryan Ross was your average young French boy. Playing tag through the cobblestone side streets of Paris, regarding the Eiffel Tower in the same awe as tourists- it was still big to him, who saw the structure daily, eating at Mademoiselle L'Farge's bakery. His family wasn't very well off, his father the sole parent he had, his mother dying of cholera shortly after his birth. But they were a fairy happy pair.

Ryan could never really remember the vague detail of when he'd received the Embrace, but from what he remembered, it was utterly romantic. He remembered a full, silvery moonlight casting shadows over the streets, walking close to the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower. He remembered a tall man- whom he now knew to be his sire, William, holding his body close, whispering soft words in his ears, wooing Ryan into making promises and accepting things he probably never would have if he was in his right mind.. And he remembered a searing white light, then nothing. He never was able to return home, his father assuming he'd run off with some French maiden, when in reality, he'd run off with his sire.

Ryan is one of those people who at differently towards you depending on who you are. He's usually warm and friendly with people who he feels comfortable with, and he'll be rather chaste and cold with you if you're a stranger, though not unkind. Kindness was something that stood with his personality no matter who you were, same with soft words and smiles.
Sample Role-Play:
If he had a heart, it would be beating beyond the speed of light, as everything seemed to be doing around him. Flashing colors of people's auras flaring up with different spikes in emotion, the different colors bleeding in together. He thought he'd be fine tonight. He usually had more control than this.

But here he was, in a fetal position in one of the booths next to the wall, eyes squeezed shut and narrow fingers digging into his temples, although he could still see the colors of everyone's auras through his eyelids, bright as day.

He hated this, being so young and unable to control his powers, this one especially. He was usually so good with it, but tonight, that wasn't the case. His breathing was shallow and even, like he couldn't decide whether he anted deep, steady breaths or to hyperventilate.

And then, as sudden as this attack started... It was gone. His eyelids were dark and empty, making Ryan flutter open his honey gold eyes and look around him at the pulsating bodies in the club. Normal. Everything was back to normal. He swallowed hard in the back of his throat, grinning to himself. He won that round.

A last shallow breath escaped his barely parted lips. He needed to get out of here, and quick. He stood from the shady booth he was sitting at, slipping away from the throngs of people. He needed to be somewhere away from life, somewhere to clear his head, and he knew the perfect place. What better place to go with an absence of life than a cemetery?
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