RYAN, AUTUMN NICOLE

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* Autumn N. Ryan ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Autumn Nicole Ryan.

NICKNAMES N/a

DATE OF BIRTH February, twenty second.

AGE Eighteen.

GRADE/YEAR Freshman.

ELEMENT Earth.

SEXUALITY Heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS Single.

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Dianna Agron

EYE COLOR A very light hazel.

HAIR COLOR Natural dirty blonde.

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'5" - 127 pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her ears are pierced and she also has her industrial bar done on her left ear. She also has one side of her hips pierced. There is a small tattoo located behind her right ear made up of a cluster of colorful stars. Then there is the scar located on her left wrist but it's faint and can only be seen up close.

CLOTHING STYLE She usually dresses in a very girlish style - dresses, skirts, high heels, really anything that shows that she loves girly things. She adores bright colors and or sequence. If you really want to be her best friend, get her anything that includes sequence, neon colors, patterns, or jewelry.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Compassionate.
  
• Sweet heart.
  
• Shy.
  
• Awkward.
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Stubborn.
  
• Denying things she already knows to be true.
  
• Can be dependent on some people.
  

LIKES

• Animals.
  
• Thunderstorms or just storms in general.
  
• The smell of fresh cut grass.
  
• Mythological subjects.
  
• Star gazing.
  

DISLIKES

• Disrespectful people.
  
• Chaos.
  
• Drama.
  
• Any sort of violence.
  
• Large crowds.
  

STRENGTHS

• Quick learner.
  
• Large amount of patience.
  
• Has pretty good control over her emotions.
  

WEAKNESSES

• Forgetful.
  
• Terrified about voicing her opinion.
  
• To shy for her own good as it keeps her as mostly a loner and without many friends.
  

FEARS

• Heights.
  
• Death.
  
• Deathly afraid of the unknown.
  

BEST MEMORY Her best memory would be when her parents finally allowed her to get a cat. She named her Sky do to the color of her eyes.

WORST MEMORY Her worst memory included her and her best friend getting into a huge fight about her not sneaking out with her. It ended up with her best friend pulling a knife out and leaving a hideous scar on her left wrist. Need less to say, her friend was diagnosed with a mental disorder and Autumn, having no choice, left her in the past as she felt it was better that way.

LONG-TERM GOAL Over coming her shyness so that she could finally expand her socialization and grow out of her shell.

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Rayna Bethany Ryan (46), Pharmacists.

FATHER Trey Hunter Ryan (47), Mechanic.

SIBLINGS N/a

OTHER N/a

HISTORY Her history isn't exactly what people would expect coming from this bubbly girl as some thought she would have turned out to be much more rude then she actually is when they heard about what she went through. Her parents were barely around during her child hood and when they were, they were either doing things separately, ignoring her, or just plain there. They weren't the most interactive parents a kid would wish for, she would definitely agree with that. But even though they were never around, she turned out to be quite sweet and innocent. Which she has yet to grow out of, especially when her friend tried to get her to sneak out and she wouldn't have any of it.

To this very day she is very bitter towards her parents. Actually going as far as to not include them in her life. They hadn't, included her in theirs so why should she in hers? Especially why should she when they don't call her, send her letters, or try any other form of communication to get in touch with her? So having no parent figure in her life and very little of the so called word 'friends' she's stuck by herself in the large world. Which it doesn't really bother her being on her own, she actually quite likes it and prefers it but she does have her moments. She sometimes wished that she wasn't as shy as she was so she could introduce herself and get out there to gain more friends but then more friends meant discovering fake friends who just used you and more drama. And Autumn hated drama, despised it actually.

So she settled with living at her parents house until she got enrolled into the academy. Her parents at the time didn't know about her ability but when her thirteenth birthday came, she started showing signs of it. Having heard a few times of people discovering that they could do more things then just a regular human being, she kept it hidden from them, not that they would notice anyway. But she hid it quite well any way, only coming out about her gift when she was told about the academy and got the letter saying that she was supposed to be enrolled there. So with little thinking, her parents shipped her off, not wanting a freak in their house or lives. That was the day the almost non extent bond she had with her parents became totally extinct.

After studying at the academy that first year, she discovered that she had the element of Earth, which she mused over. Since she always loved the earth and it's many different features ranging from the grass that was in the ground all the way up to the different weather patterns, she was pleased with her element. So now she's been at the academy for going on four years, having been held back a year because of her own stupidity, and she loves every second of it. Well of course she would love every second of it. She's messing around and learning about what she can do, she's out of her parents house and out of their shadow, and around actual human beings for a chance.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Renny or Renn.

YOUR AGE 15.

RP EXPERIENCE Four in a half years.

HOW'D YOU FIND US? I was on here before but took a little hiatus so now I'm back <3

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

Myra arrived at the barn around mid noon, the sun shining brightly above her head. It glistened and made the pavement sparkle as she pulled into the parking lot and into a space. Grabbing a hold of her light weight jacket that rested in the passenger seat of her car, she killed the engine and stepped out. Her eyes examined the outside of the barn as she shut the door and slid on the jacket. Rolling up the sleeves to her elbows, she made her way towards the entrance, her blonde hair bouncing against the back of her neck as it was up in a pony tail. When she entered the barn, she found it bustling with life. The air was cluttered with people chitter chattering to either each other or their prized ponies, sounds of hooves on pavement, and snorts and nickers from them.

Quietly without a word, she dodged large beasts with graze as she made her way through the crowded isle. Her eyes swept over many of the equines and riders that were clustered in the walk way and she couldn't help but feel the edges of her lips turn up. Even though she was a partier and a rebel at some points, she still took riding and her job at the clinic very seriously. Riding was something she looked forward to on her bad days as she knew Boy and Angel could always cheer her up. Hell, even without seeing them and just thinking about them could get her to cheer up. She loved her horses with all her heart, they stole all of it. Only a little corner went towards her family and friends and her job, even though she did adore her job.

When she eased through most of the crowd or at least got to where it thinned out a little, she slowed her pace and walked normally to a stall where a large chestnut stallion awaited. Peaking in and leaning against the stall door for a moment, she couldn't help but smile. Even just seeing her horse in person was already starting to fill the depth of her stomach with excitement. “Hey Boy.” She greeted him, watching as his ears perked up and he raised his head. He let out a soft nicker, his tail swishing behind him as he turned and walked towards her. She had to step out of the way when he stuck his head out the opening as he nudged her, the nudge not being nearly as hard as it would have been if she had been standing where she was just moments ago.

“You ready to get to work?” Her voice was a cheerful mess as she stroked his face gently. His ears flickered up and he snorted, nickering quietly once more to her in reply. “We'll do some dressage work today.” The young blonde muttered to him as she forced him back enough into the stall so she could open the door. Having retrieved his leather lead from the hook that rested next to his stall, she clipped it to his halter when she stepped in. Boy shook out his mane and followed her out of the stall with a prance in his walk, his head being held high. He was most definitely one high strung horse but she didn't mind. Moon wasn't a challenge most of the time and was very quiet under saddle and just in general. Boy on the other hand was quite a challenge and loved pitching tricks at her almost all day.

It was great having two horses that were almost the exact opposite each other. Well for her that is, not many would agree with her but she liked working with variates of horses personalities. It gave her the diversity that was much needed in her life. Mostly it gave her a feel for something she didn't get to have with some of the actual humans around her as she closed herself off so much. It wasn't like she didn't want friends or anything but moving around so much with her parents and never really settling in one place for to long made her learn quickly to not get attached to people. It saved her the hurt and the good byes that she hated to have or give out.

That was why she loved her horses so much. They had been there for her every step of the way, especially when she was battling with her depression un-medicated. That was a trip to see. She was basically living in her room and the stable, not even really going to school most of the time. But she passed, finally getting her act together when she was going into her senior year. Finally divulging the information about her depression had probably been the best decision of her life. Other then the one about actually trying out riding with her older sister, that one ran a pretty close race with revealing her condition. Then somehow it all settled out, her depression wasn't as heavy as it had been and she could finally focus on college.

Boy snorting suddenly brought her to her senses and she found herself brushing his coat over with him standing very annoyed in the cross ties. Her eye brows furrowed for a moment before she sighed, setting the brush down and patting his neck. “Sorry Boy. It's been a pretty ruff, unfocused day.” With another stroke of his coat, she ducked under the cross ties and quickly escaped to the tack room. Rushing over to where her tack sat, she gathered his saddle pad and dressage saddle on her forearm before easing his bridle onto her shoulder. Holding the tack securely, she made her way back towards him. When she approached, he snorted at her, shaking out his mane to show his impatiences with her being so slow to get him tacked.

Leaning the saddle on the stall door, she made sure the girth was clipped right before she hoisted it up onto the studs back. He shifted his weight a little as she bent down, slipped the girth her way and the tightened it, making sure that it wasn't to snug but yet firm in place. After taking all the necessary precautions of making sure there wasn't a single piece of skin caught in the girth by his legs, she slipped up in front of him with his bridle in hand. “You going to let me put this on this time?” She gave him a look as she slipped off his halter and started to slide his bridle in place. Boy stood still, lowering his head where she could actually reach instead of jerking it way up high and fighting her tooth and nail about it. His ears flickered back and forth as she slid the bit into his mouth and then tightened the flash and adjusting the bridle.

When it was in place, she picked up her helmet and set it on her head. Turning back around to keep him in her line of vision, her fingers fumbled with the buckle before she heard the clip of it snapping together. “Ready to go?” She asked him, taking his reins in hand and escorting herself and him out of the now less crowded stable. When she arrived between going to one of the outdoors or the indoor, she stopped, staring blankly at Boy. But knowing he liked the well kept indoor, she headed in that direction. Once they arrived at the entrance, she slid the gate open and eased the two of them inside before shutting it and latching it closed. With a deep breath of air, she turned back, pulled her stirrups down and rechecked the girth for last minute measures.

Myra then pulled her leg up and hoisted herself upon the stallion, having no problem from mounting from the ground. With slipping her foot in the other stirrup, she got properly situated in the saddle before gathering his reins and squeezing her inside leg. Boy then snorted and eased into a working trot, stretching out his legs in the process which she let him do willingly. Only when they reached the half point in the arena, she straightened up and got him to fall in perfect formation. Which with his new bridle and bit there wasn't a lot of fighting against it and there was barely even a hesitation. Just fluidity in the pair. “Good boy.” She cooed to him, finally moving her inside leg just before the girth and her outside just behind so he struck off in a cadenced canter.

Moving him around the arena on the same basic gate was quiet easy. He didn't fuss or pick a fight, didn't even jerk against the bit to go faster like he normally would have on his old bit. It made things go much more smoother when he wasn't fighting the whole way. But in a way she did miss it, she missed having to correct him and laughing at his stupidity even though she did get quite mad if she couldn't bring him back after a while. She rolled back her shoulders after a few and straightened her back up as she moved him off the arena wall. Paying attention to how he reacted, she moved him towards the center of the arena and then switched her leg positions, letting him bend through his entire body when she did. Letting him easily pull himself out of the movement, she guided him against the wall again, this time back down into a collected trot.

He was listening fabulously to her every command.

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