Post by Ryanne Benedict on Jul 14, 2010 14:58:26 GMT -8
Ryanne Benedict
-BASIC INFORMATION-
Full Name:Ryanne Evelyn Benedict
Preferred Name or Nickname:Ryanne or Ry
Original/Canon:Original
Age:24
Date of Birth:17th March 1990
Main Character Classification - (List):Human
Character Type:Hunter
Power(s):None
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral):Good
Hometown:London, England
Current Residence:Camp Chitaqua
-DETAILS-
Eye Color:Brown
Hair Color:Blonde/Brown
Height:5ft 7"
Body Type:Athletic but Curvy
Distinguishing Marks:Scar on her left forearm and a variety of small scars from claw punctures due to skirmishes on her travels. A predominant scar starts under her right breast and spirals around her body, ending at her left hip.
Tattoos and Piercings: Two, four-leaf clovers just above right ankle and a celtic heart on her left wrist.
Vehicle (if you wish):Harley Davidson Sportster 883 Electric Blue and Chrome
Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
Bottoms: Ryanne will wear any and every type of jeans from boot cut to skinny, she will wear them. She will also wear denim shorts and skirts, although the skirts have to be worn with Woolly tights.
Tops: She sticks to wearing T-shirts (usually plain or music orientated), tank tops and button up shirts to layer over them, all in a variety of colours. She will wear any kind of jacket, though she usually sticks to hoodies and her leather jacket. She's not much of a girly-girl and so she will never wear a dress unless there is a dire need to do so.
Footwear: Anything goes from ballet flats and heels, to converse and Docs.
Consistency:The only time her fashion is consistent is when she rides her baby and she is all decked in leather. Makes her look bad-ass and doubles up as protection. You will find that she is also never without her two silver fighting knives with a carved handle made of pearl as well as a .357 Magnum Revolver that had belonged to her father.
Now: She doesn't bother to try and be presentable. She grabs things out of her bag and doesn't care if they're creased and wrinkled. She will put it on. She mainly sticks to sweats, trainers, tshirts, jeans and her Docs along with a variety of over-sized hoodies and jackets.
-PERSONAL INFORMATION-
Likes (3 at least):Rock music (although an eclectic), her family, her Harley, chocolate, blue, sweets, dancing, manners, reading. She has developed a tendency to sketch now, focussing on people and she also prefers to be alone.
Dislikes (3 at least):Sprouts, demons etc, snobs, road hogs, time wasters, people with no manners and being bored and pretty much life itself.
Strengths (3 at least): Good at research, competent in martial arts, loyal, prepared to fight
Weaknesses (3 at least):Before she was confident bordering cocky, now she is just reckless, not caring about consequences, whether she lives or dies. She throws herself into any situation now.
Dreams for the Future:Being alive...
Fears:Fear, forgetting her family
Hero(es):Daddy and Angus Young
Biggest Secret(s):
Personality (write a decent paragraph):Ryanne is an outgoing girl who doesn't take the back seat. She is always prepared to do her part and more in order to bring down the 'baddie' of the day. She's loyal to the people she trusts, always has been and always will be. She can be too over confident and hates to admit when she's wrong, it may not occur often, but it does happen. She can also be too cautious and suspicious, being hesitant to form allies with others. This is the main aspect of her personality that she needs to work on as she is on her own now and has nobody to turn to...Yet.
After:Since defeating and killing the demon who ruined her life and on top of that, the death of her father, Ryanne withdrew in on herself, becoming the epitome of introvert. She keeps to herself and barely talks and if she does, it's only one or two words. She remains to be the fighter that she was due to instinct but before she was confident but is now reckless. She was cautious and suspicious of people before too but now, Ryanne seems to be incredibly paranoid. She feels dead inside and her eyes reflect that, not having the spark they once did. She's stuck in a funk that someone needs to get her out of it.
-CHARACTER HISTORY-
Father:Christopher Benedict {Deceased}
Mother:Evelyn Benedict {Deceased}
Sibling(s):Cara Louise Benedict {Deceased}
Children:N/A
Other Family: (close family)N/A
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends)N/A
History:
Ryanne Evelyn Benedict was born to Christopher and Evelyn Benedict, her father being English, her mother Irish. She had one sister who's older and was known as Cara Benedict. Ryanne herself was born and bred in London but very much embraced her Irish roots, being taught some Gaelic from her mother, the tutorials starting when she was six. Ryanne grew up in a terraced house located in Chelsea, London, England living with her father, mother (her sister moved out a while ago). Her mother was always a very social person and so she found herself thrust into big meals and friendly gatherings. Ryanne hated to socialise at these events and usually stuck to her Dad like glue. A similar event took place when Cara announced her engagement to her fiance Liam. Liam always was a a mystery to Ryanne but she just assumed it was an odd personality (Cara was 20 and Ryanne 15). She congratulated the couple and a weird 'bad butterfly' feeling overcame her but she shook it off as too much food. After the announcement, Ryanne spent even more time away from her mother and sister, opting to spend time with her father talking about bikes and history rather than spending it with the older females talking about flowers and dresses. She hates dresses. It was the day before the wedding and the house was overrun with family members, her mother going into 'Irish Mother mode' decided that there wasn't enough food for everyone and was getting angry at Ryanne for getting under her feet. This ended up causing a huge argument between mother and youngest daughter until her Father rescued her and took her shopping with him.
They had been gone for a couple of hours, Ryanne loved these times with her Father but she couldn't help but feel something was off. The duo arrived back to the house, no sound coming from any of the open windows or over the top of the house from the garden. All of the cars were there and so they were automatically on alert. Her father walked through the door first, keeping her behind him at all times, holding onto her arm. Ryanne wrinkled her nose at the coppery tang in the air. They both walked through the house opening the doors, their horror and nausea rising with each opening. Within every room, family members were lifeless on the floor. No blood but you could tell they were dead. The pair entered the last room and found Liam dropping Cara's bloody body to the floor. Kitchen appliances, cupboards, the whole room covered in blood. Ryanne threw up when Liam turned to look at them, with his black eyes. Her father pushed her back and she hit the door-frame and landed with a thud on the floor. She watched as her father attacked Liam, face red with anger, tears in his eyes and all Liam could do was smile. A sadistic smile that made her shiver. She watched with morbid fascination as punches were thrown and received and cried out in horror as Liam stabbed her father before jumping out through the kitchen window. Her father struggled up from the crouched position he landed in and, as quickly as he could, made his way to window. Ryanne went into shock then, frozen to the spot before hyperventilating before hysterical sobbing, rocking herself backwards and forwards, trying to console herself about the death of her whole family, excluding her father and herself.
After that incident, her father divulged that he used to be a Hunter, gave it up when he met her mother. However since that day the death of her sister, her mother and other family members hung over their heads like dark storm clouds. He taught her everything he knew, including martial arts, handling weapons, testing for demons. Once he was satisfied with her knowledge, he became distant, not talking to her anymore, drinking excessively and never look her in the face, let alone talk to her. Ryanne completed her school education and acquired a Harley Davidson, buying one without her father's knowledge. She couldn't stand his depressive drunken state any longer, living in a house with him for nearly four years with little to no conversation. He would always be her hero but it was time for her to leave, taking his silver fighting knives and .357 Magnum revolver with her, one aim on her mind. Find Liam and send him back to where he belongs.
She doesn't trust easily anymore and always goes with what her instincts tell her. The traumatic incident involving her sister and mother is the key as to why she barely trusts anyone. The loss of closeness between herself and her father being the reason why it is so hard to build it up in her relationships.
2010+:
During the past four years, Ryanne continued to track the demon. It had no name and she always referred to it as, 'It'. On the way she picked up other cases, the majority were simple salt and burns, others were more complicated. She became more focused on the demon and became so intense that she pretty much kept to herself and didn't talk to anyone.
She finally had it tracked to a little town in Wisconsin. She didn't make conversation, she trapped it, through holy water at it and then exorcised it. Once this had been done she thought about phoning her Dad. A pang of pain in her chest caused her to realise that due to this incessant determination, she had decreased contact until contact was no longer established.
When she phoned her Dad, the only sound she got was the message saying that the phone line had been disconnected. Ryanne ended up getting through half of her phone contacts before someone knew the whereabouts of her father. Turned out he was six feet underground. She hung up, got on her Harley and rode away, no destination in mind, only stopping for sleep, the occasional meal and fuel. She didn't cry, she didn't scream. If she was honest with herself, she didn't feel anything. He had died eleven months ago from when she had killed the son of a bitch who murdered her family.
Ryanne never grieved her father's death, never felt a thing about it. She didn't seem to care that Lucifer had risen either, or that the horsemen had followed. She continued to ride aimlessly across the country until she eventually took refuge in a camp. Camp Chitaqua. She wasn't entirely sure who the 'leader' was but she got shelter and received meals. Her beloved bike just sat in a garage with a dust sheet over it.
Everyday she found herself wondering around. She got up at eight every morning, had breakfast, went for a walk, came back at dinner and then went to bed. This was a constant, never talking to the other hunters and civilians, just keeping to herself, losing track of the days and current events.
One evening, however, things begun to change for Ryanne. As her routine was consistent, every meal time, she ensured that she sat alone at a table, making sure her body language warded others away from her. This one meal time was different. She was about to dig into her meal when the half Winchester sat opposite her. When she looked up, she didn't show it but she was surprised when he pushed a piece of paper across the table. When she looked at it she saw that it was a crude drawing of herself riding on the back of a dinosaur. She cracked a small smile, the first smile in just over a year.
He may not have known it or realised it, but Adam just helped her begin to feel again.
-FINAL DETAILS-
Other Details You'd Like to Add:Only that Adam gave me permission to use him in my History.
Face Claim:Emma Watson
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RP Sample (required):
Turning the corner, she eased her baby into the car park of the motel she had seen signs for, the deep rumbling of its engine disturbing the peace that the surrounding woods brought. She pulled it up in front of the reception and turned the key, silencing it completely. She kicked the stand and slowly eased herself off, swinging her duffle bag around so it was resting on her back rather than the front of her against her stomach. The girl headed towards the reception entrance and ran her hand lovingly over the motorcycle along her way. She pushed the door open and walked in turning her head to glance at it once more before the door finally closed.
Ryanne finally turned and took in the reception area and sighed. It was no Hilton but it would do. The wall paper was peeling off in corner of the room, damp and moss had built up across the wall underneath the window. She rolled her eyes and walked straight over to the desk where a guy with big glasses was consistently flicking his eyes between herself and his computer, rapidly clicking the mouse in succession. Ryanne gave an internal shuddered and felt incredibly dirty, 'That is disgusting, right in public too....Okay down to business.' "Hey there. I'm looking for a single bed room for the night. Any available?"
The girl looked on in amusement as he began to stutter at her, the hand that wasn't seen now wiping at the sweat gathering at his forehead 'Again with the disgusting.' "Look mate, it's not that difficult, you look up the register and find a space, if there isn't any, fine. Don't waste my time with your nervous habits."
Okay, so she knew she was being rude, but she really hated time wasters and although he was embarrassed at being caught doing...well being caught, he was wasting time even more.
When she finally got the key, she left the reception, ensuring that the door slammed behind her. She quickly made her way to her Harley, kicked the stand up and wheeled it along until she found her room. She parked it again before taking her key and entered her room. Not even bothering to look around, she threw her duffle onto the bed, extracted her diary and switched the bedside lamp on. 'Diary of R.B - The U.S of A, Day One:....'
I, Ryanne Benedict, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.
