Trevelyn, Rian Shai

[rian shai trevelyn]

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allow me to introduce myself. i am Rian Shai Trevelyn and i am 17. last time i checked, i was male. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder(s) is/are/include: Manic Depression, Insomnia, and a bit of Anxiety/Panic. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am 5'4" feet tall and weigh around 135 pounds. some people say i resemble Jesse McCartney, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?

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basic information ,

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name Rian Shai Trevelyn (Ryan Shey for pronunciation lol)
nickname Ry, Shai, Trev
general appearance

[/i] Rian is 5'4" which is really short, but he probably wont get much bigger. He's very lean but still a healthy weight for his size, htough he doesn't have much for muscle mass. His hair is a light honey brown kind of color and his eyes are a lighter emerald green. His skin is rather pale, but that's more because he never goes outside. His clothes always tend to be pretty plain. He owns 1 green silk shirt that buttons up in the front, but usually wears a cream colored vest over it, but thats only on special occassions. He usually wears long sleeved shirts, either wool or cotton in material. Usually in a pair of blue jeans, or the occassional cargo pants, and a gray colored wool hat. He doesn't like shoes much and won't wear them unless he has to, but if he does they are a pair of white tennis shoes. He has an earring in his left ear and usually wears one metal ring on his middle finger, and a silver cross necklace that his mother gave him.
sexuality[/i] Bisexual but no one knows it
birthday September 2nd
distinguishing features[/i] His left ear is pierced and his thighs and shoulders are covered in scars. He also has a few more in other places as his step-father is rather abusive.
likes[/i]

• Sunshine
  
• The first snowfall of the year
  
• Rainy days
  
• Calla Lillies
  
• Drawing/Painting or writing in his journal
  
• Playing the violin or piano
  
• Curling up next to a fireplace with someone he cares about
  dislikes

[/i][/li][li] His stepfather
[/li][li] Needles
[/li][li] Doctors. Ironic.
[/li][li] Rap music
[/li][li] Cold water[/li][/ul]
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personality ,

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patient's mental disorders / disabilities

[/i] Manic Depression, Anxeity, Insomnia (which is caused by the anxiety.)
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i] Rather shy and socially awkward, Rian was never one to truly enjoy being around people. Though he's really kind and could never bring harm to any living creature but himself, he can be rather crabby when he doesn't sleep. Or if you get on his bad side. His mind is riddled with ngihtmares and sleep gets more and more fleeting as the days go on. Soft sounds make him jump and he's always jittery around new things. He's always twitching or shaking either his fingers or his leg. This is all caused by his anxiety around new things, and even about life itself. He absolutely hates new people and large groups as well. He hates fighting and arguing and screams send him into a panic attack in which he will curl up on the floor and choke on air until it goes away or he passes out, whichever comes first.

On most days he finds himself wishing death, begging for it, staring out the windows wishing he were at the bottom of the river they had pulled him out of over a year ago. He often writes in journals to keep himself somewhat sane, however his journal entries are always titled as letters to his dead mother or sister. He is extremely calm though, and usually keeps to himself. He is very smart however, and even though he's only 17 he has been finished with highschool for just over a year and a half. Even as much as he hates doctors, he hopes that he will become better and get the help he needs so that he may go to medical school and become a doctor himself, though he wishes to major in pediatric medicine to help kids like his sister that had a terminal illness.
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background information ,

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family member names

[/i] He has an aunt named Carly, a younger half brother named Lukas, and his stepfather Auron.
comprehensive history[/i] Rian gerew up with both his parents. His father owned a vineyard in Northen England. He and his mother worked for him and they were always happy. One day, about a week before Rian's 6th birthday his father had taken a trip over seas, two days later he was found murdered on the ship. The funeral was on Rian's birthday. Three years later, his mother married a man named Auron Palaski. He was an outstanding surgeon, but he was very violent towards Rian, and his mother did nothing to stop the treatment. When Rian was 12 his twin half-sibligs were born. Lukas and Ami. Rian took care of them and all the house work or faced the consequences of getting beaten. He had taken multiple trips to the hospital as he was often chucked through doors, into mirrors, down the basement stairs.

When Ami was 2 she was diagnosed with leukemia. And Rian went to visit her and stay with her every day. She died when she was 4. Rian was 16 at this time and had just finished high school with top marks. He was devastated by the loss of his sister and didn't come out of his room for many days. His depression had worsened once more and he began cutting, though it remained unknown to his mother and step father. Three months later he had a horrible nightmare. He walked down the hallway of his home, all the doors were locked and the place was flooding. The darkness swallowed him whole and no one would answer. He awoke to the sound of the water drippin in the bathroom. It was early in the morning, his mother should have been asleep by now. He got up and wandered down to the bathroom, the sound of the water on the tiles creeping him out a little. But it was nothing compared to what was in there. The words "I'm sorry" in blood on the mirror, the tub full of water and blood, and his mother with her wrists and throat slit in it, life completely void from her.

Everything got worse from there, though he insisted that his mother's death was a murder by his own step father, he can't prove it. He cut himself in the open one day, only this time with the full intent of ending it all. His step father stitched his wrists and beat the ever living shit out of him. After that he jumped off of Tower Bridge in London and that was that. That would be the end right? Wrong. He was pulled out and his step father has since locked him up here. Now he lives here. Not ever getting a visit from anyone except occassionally his father's sister.

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behind the mask ,

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hi my name is Aki, but here i will be known as Shai lol and i am 18 years old. last time i checked, i'm a male, but its been awhile since i checked. i've been rping for about 7 years and i love it. i found this site digging through the advertisements on another site i rp on and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in Central time and i will be on most of the time. No really i have no life. i currently have this shiny new character and no others. you can contact me through pm or by msn/aim/yahoo/email. Theyre all on my profile.. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!

The soft sound of piano music filled the air around him, and for once in his life he didn't care who heard him play. he didn't care what type of feeling flooded through all those that heard him play. He had a habit of that. Creating emotion through music. Created life in the sound of each key being struck by his soft, pale fingers.

Freedom. That's what this was. His freedom from hell. His freedom from pain and sadness, his freedom from the emotions that captivated his heart and kept him from doing what he wanted to do.

The sounds of the songs carried out of the slightly open door and down the music hall, drawing people in, calling to them much as a siren would to the ones it wished to kill. The soft, whimsical tune, full of sadness, carried along, its soft noises filling the hearts and minds of all nearby. Some did enter, watching him play, curious as to who could make them feel so sorrowful with just a note.

The weak hearted broke into tears,The strong fought them off. The tune changed to something a little less depressing, but certainly not happy. One could swear he was telling his life story. Something struck the chords with fear, struck sheer terror into the hearts of those standing by. A few were unfazed by any of it. They were the ones with the ability like his. The ones that could change or feel emotion.

But at the piano he sat, oblivious to those around him, just playing. Feeling the freedom of everything. His escape, his release of the feelings pent up within him. His eyes remained closed as his fingers danced across the keys,

Then suddenly, he stopped, his eyes shot open and he remained shaking a bit at the piano, his fingers trembling over the keys. Why? He had heard something. A whisper next to his ear. Someone invisible playing a simple prank on him? Not likely. He had heard it, but maybe in his mind. A whisper, soft, but sure. His name had been called. But he knew that voice. It was his brother. He could feel it. Regret poured over him.

"Akira..... Play for me...."

He gulped. Slowly his fingers reached for the keys. But his mind was off wandering. Remembering when his older brother sat at this very piano. When his older brother had taught him to play when he broke him free of that cage in the basement. When his parents weren't around to see.

The tune was soft and slow. But the only one his sibling had taught him to play. One filled with happiness, with love. He remembered asking him to play. He remembered how long it took him to learn. He remembered. tears fell down his face and he rested his head on the keys. The room cleared out as he cried. But that could have been because he screamed at them all to get out. That was something he never had done before. He never shouted at people. But the anniversary of his brother's death grew closer. It was his fault, wasn't it? The gods had hated him for loving him. For cherishing the only one that had ever been kind to him.

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