It's My Life, Not Yours.

[Summer]

Ryan Isaac Vaughn!
“Rebirthing now
I wanna live for love, wanna live for you and me
Breathe for the first time now
I come alive somehow!”

THE DAY WE MET WAS LIKE A HIT AND RUN
and i still taste it on my tongue

[/b][/color] Ryan Isaac Vaughn
nickname(s): Riv.
age: eighteen.
sexuality: straight.
job: Leader of Teen Choice.
gender: male.[/font][/size][/ul]

THE SKY WAS BURNING UP LIKE FIREWORKS
you made me want you oh so bad it hurts

[/b][/color] 6’2”.
body type: Athletic/Muscular.
hair and eyes: dark blond hair and hazel-blue eyes.
clothing style: As for his clothing style, he usually can be found wearing the typical jeans and t-shirt, with a light weight jacket to go over it. He is also always wearing a black wrist band on his right arm.
overall appearance:
Riv has short blond hair that he always seems to spike up in the front. His eyes are a beautiful hazel blue mixture that you can hardly ever find in other people’s eyes. His build is very muscular and athletic. And he stands at the height of 6’2”. He looks like the type of guy that could do some serious damage if he got in a fight. He also has a tattoo of his initials on his right shoulder, and a tattoo on the inside of his right wrist that reads relax.
play-by:Chad Michael Murray[/font][/size][/ul]

I USED TO BE LOVE DRUNK
but now i'm hungover

[/b][/color] Making other feel at home, leading, hot girls, dancing, playing guitar, some drugs, his little sister, The hideout, Red Sox, Boston, and the Rain.
dislikes: his family, people who don’t care, slackers, assholes, bitches, cops, some drugs, The Yankees, the law, and gangs.
habits: taking care of Jessica, running Teen Choice, running from cops, going to Tequila rain, playing guitar, and talking walks.
secrets: He runs Teen Choice, and He has been to jail two times, for “abusing” his father.
personality:
Riv is the kind of guy that is generally very laid back. He loves to have fun though, and take care of those he loves. That was in the first place why he created Teen Choice, to help those who have bad lives, but want to make it better for themselves. He also is a leader. A natural born leader. He however, used to be the type of guy that hated life, and everything around him. He used to strike out at random people and do horrible thing to others with no reasoning behind it. But he realized one day that happiness is a choice, and he choice happiness instead of depression and anger.
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YOU DROVE ME CRAZY EVERY TIME WE TOUCHED
now i'm so broken that i can't get up

[/b][/color] Tia Rebecca Vaughn / 39 / Prostitute
father: Vernon Mitch Vaughn / 51 / Business Man
siblings: Jessica Claire Vaughn / 13
other family: no one.
history:
Riv was born in a small little apartment on a Friday afternoon. The date was May 13th and his mother was Tia Rebecca Vaughn, age 20 and his father was Vernon Mitch Vaughn, age 32. Now that might have been the problem right there. Neither of these so called parents knew how to raise a child. He had been a mistake anyways. They didn’t want him and so in result he grew up in a bad home. By the age of 11 he was already in a gang vandalizing buildings and town property. He was into drugs and alcohol. A few times a month he was getting into fights with his dad, and a few times in got physical. He was taken to jail a twice and then released on good behavior. Somewhere along his life path, his sister was born. Little Jessica Claire Vaughn. He loved her, and she was the only one that he would show any type of affections to. So one day he ran away with her, after he reached the age of 18. He gained legal custody of her, and then formed Teen Choice.[/font][/size][/ul]

I'M CHECKING INTO REHAB
cause everything that we had didn't mean a thing to you

[/b][/color] Summer!
role-playing experience: 1 year.
age: 18.
secret phrase: WOAH, ADMIN EDIT
anything else: nope.
RP sample:
{from another site}
I held my head high as I walked down the street making my way to Bree's house. I was sticking to the shadows on the sidewalk. The shadows were my home. After all I was a shadower. They were my protection. They were my disguise. They were the place that I could hide. It was my escape route in a way. It let me get away from the world for a brief moment and just disappear. That's how I felt when I was with Bree. She wasn't even my real girlfriend. At least she didn't act like we were together. I wanted to be with her, and I was happy with her even if we weren't together officially. I was scared about it though. I didn't want to get completely crushed. I knew I was already in way too deep. And I had let myself fall for her too easily, and too hard, too fast. I just hoped that it wasn't one of the biggest mistakes that I would ever make.

I walked down the road absorbed in thoughts of Bree. She wasn't expecting me either. I didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. I didn't know whether she would be happy to see me, or if she would freak out and tell me to leave. I was praying that it was the first option. I really didn't want to get rejected on her front step. This was going to be the first time I had ever been to her house and I didn't want my memory to be getting rejected on her front step. It wouldn't be too good for my self-esteem. Not like I would let her notice that it hurt. I would cover it up if that happened. I always covered it up. If I got hurt, the mask always found away across my face. And that was how I liked it.

I rounded a corner and brought my head up. I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt my jaw drop open as I stood staring at Bree's house. I had gotten her address, but I hadn't expected her to live in this place. I knew this place. I had never been here before, but I knew the place. I had passed by it a couple of times, but I had never imagined that I would know someone who lived here. I stood there staring at the Gisbourne Estate. I guess it made sense considering that Bree's last name was Gisbourne. But I had thought it was just ironic. She acted like she was rich, but I hadn't thought she actually was. I couldn't believe that I didn't put it all together. It all made since now. I just couldn't believe that it hadn't clicked in my mind before now.

I suddenly realized that I was just standing here, my mouth wide open gaping at the Estate like an idiot. I closed my mouth and looked around noticing that there was no one around, luckily. I would have looked like an absolute idiot to anyone who had been watching. I shook it off and shook my head, sending my hair in frenzy for about three seconds. I took my left hand and smoothed it back into place. "Gots to look good for my sexy lady," I whispered to myself. I then straightened out my blue and white stripped polo shirt. I looked down and remembered that I was wearing my tan, cargo bathing suit. I hadn't been able to find any other shorts today before I had to leave, so I just kind of threw them on. It wasn't like it looked bad or anything.

I sighed and then slowly made my way towards the front door, I tried to collect myself before I got to the door and I took another deep breathe. This girl had too much control over me. She could make it hard for me to breathe when she simply walked into the same room that I was in. It just wasn't natural. I had never felt these kind of feelings for a girl. I had always been the kind of guy that would take the girl to a hotel after a crazy night at the clubs, and be gone the next morning before she even woke up. Never saying a goodbye, and I didn't mind. I didn't want to ever have to say bye to Bree. No matter when, or how, or why. I just didn't want to.

I reached the front door, and took another deep breath and noticed that there wasn't a doorbell. I looked all around and then noticed that in place of the doorbell was a intercom. The house was big enough for there to be one. I couldn't see the other side, even as I looked with my x-ray vision. I shook the x-ray vision off, and then brought my right hand up and pressed down on the intercom. I didn't now exactly what to say, so I hesitated for a second. "Ummm..." I spoke, my rich sexy, tone filling my voice. "Hey, is Bree there? Bree?" I felt like an idiot. I had never used and intercom before. I lived in a small two-room apartment. Which reminded me. Never, ever bring Bree back home. [/font][/size][/ul]