ryan mephitis flowers !

[RYAN MEPHITIS FLOWERS]

"Oh, that's all right. He can call me a flower if he wants to; I don't mind." - Flower

NAME: Ryan Mephitis Flowers
NICKNAMES: Ry, Flower
AGE: 24
BIRTHDAY: May 10
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
NATIONALITY: American
OCCUPATION: florist
PLAYED BY: Adam Lambert
DISNEY: Bambi - Flower
USER GROUP: Sidekick

PERSONALITY !

QUIET & BASHFUL! Especially true around someone he's never met before, Ryan can very rarely bring his voice to a shouting level. He's extremely shy, which makes him only speak when spoken to -- if approached, he'll be friendly, of course. However, he could know someone's name for years, even, and never speak a word to them. He's the observer, the one that sits in the corner and reads a book, looking up every now and then with curiosity to see what people are doing. He's a people-watcher, as he likes to call it. When approached, he tends to stumble over his words and maybe even get uncomfortable; however, once a person wins his trust, he's more open and a bit more outgoing. He doesn't tend to take compliments well -- if someone says he looks good or something of the sort, he'll lower his head and blush furiously. Ryan isn't very used to being called nice things.

INNOCENT & NAIVE! Ry is fairly naive, especially when it comes to things of a sexual nature. He knows he's gay, but that's about it. He's never been kissed or held -- he's had a crush on the same guy for a very long time, so his experience on the subject is fairly limited. He doesn't know too many slang words, and will probably think of a word's innocent counterpart. This also means that he's completely oblivious to any advances someone makes on him. If someone begins to flirt, he just thinks they're being nice to him.

GENTLE & CARING! Perhaps Ryan's most prominent trait is his gentleness. He cares about those he's close to, and if someone is persistant and wants to be his friend, he'll accept it. He worries about everyone constantly and loves to know what's going on with them. He'll give advice if he can (although most of the time he's the one getting the advice) and listen to whatever frets and problems his friends have. However, he tends to blame himself and apologize for any problems they talk to him about, and he carries their burdens around like a cross. He doesn't care much about his own well being, just as long as the people around him are safe and content. He's extremely protective of the people he gets close to, and maybe even gets tiny spurts of bravery if he sees someone harming them with words or punches. He's not one to abandon those he loves; he's as loyal as a dog when it comes to his friends.

GULLIBLE & DEFENSELESS! Ryan refuses to stand up for himself -- whether it's because of his insecurities, he doesn't want to fight, or doesn't want someone to get hurt in the process, he'll never say anything to an offender. He'll either ignore it or mold into it. He sometimes needs to rely on his friends to stand up for him rather than him doing it for himself. He'd much rather stand up for someone else (with, most likely, a timidly spoken "Hey, that's not very nice of you!") than have to acknowledge the fact that he had been insulted. He's also fairly gullible, especially when it comes to jokes and the like. He'll believe those he trusts without much question, but he'll be quite disappointed if he ever finds out that they're lying to him.

QUIRKS: stammers, bites his fingernails, blushes constantly, treats his flowers as if they were people

LIKES: flowers, pastel colors, reading, writing, peace, spring, rainy days, the comfort of his home, his friends, love ("twitterpating")
DISLIKES: fighting, violence, anger, bullies, winter, math, fire, loud noises, public speaking, insects

HISTORY !

Of course, Ryan Flowers was born on a sunny spring afternoon. His love for all flora seemed to be born right when he was -- his mother had been surrounded by boquets of various colors and sizes, and from the moment he came into the world, he seemed to be quite fascinated with them. His mother, Mary, only fed his love for plants. She kept what seemed to be thousands of colorful flowers in their home. She was an artist and flowers had always been her favorite subject. Ryan's favorite passtime as a child was to pick flowers from a nearby field and bring them to his mother to sketch. She would sometimes paint them, too -- he has a few of these paintings hanging in his shop.

His mother also had a garden. When he was old enough to begin to learn, he asked his mother thousands of questions while she worked. He helped at times, too. This was the only time he loved to get dirty -- he didn't mind the green stains on his thumb or the dirt underneath his fingernails if it was to help his mother's flowers grow. While he helped her, she taught him about all the different types of flowers -- lillies, tulips, roses -- and what they needed. Each flower, she would say, was like a person. They all had individual needs that needed to be taken care of in order for them to grow bright and happy.

He made sure to pay specific attention to what she said, and when he finally entered middle school, he realized exactly what he wanted to do -- he wanted to become a florist. This, of course, started an onslaught of teasing. Most of the kids called him some pretty bad words that he'd never repeat, and they'd challenge his sexuality. It was in sixth grade when he realized that, hey... maybe they were right. He'd never felt the things for girls that he did with boys. Girls were cute but somehow untouchable to him. Boys, on the other hand... he got crushes on boys. He'd be even more shy and bashful around them than he was around girls. He kept these feelings to himself -- even at home, when the only other person present was his mother, he couldn't say anything about it. He finally came out his freshman year of high school. Of course, she was completely fine with it. Other students at Fantasia, however, seemed to stay away from him. Ever since then, Ry has tried to keep his sexuality to himself. He has recently graduated college with a degree in business and horticulture, and he now owns a flower shop in a remote corner of the city.

SAMPLE !

He was tired. He was cold. He was hungry and battered and alone. That was the worst part -- the overwhelming, engulfing loneliness. He had always been alone. He was pretty sure that in his past life, when he was a demon, he was alone. That was the only thing he was remotely sure of, though... everything else was gone, wiped from his memory like an erased chalkboard. It was that easy. Now, his past was unknown -- he didn't even remember his last name. He had made it up. Nobody had heard of a "Ryan" before... it was as if his existence along with his memory had been erased. Nobody knew where he came or went, nor did they care. It was fitting for him to be a ghost, he thought.

His weak legs allowed him to stagger into the hospital -- a fitting place for his situation. He would have smiled happily at the irony if he had the strength... instead, he slumped against the wall, leaning on it for support as his ribs rattled and chest heaved. He was half starved -- his previous master, before he had gotten killed in a street fight, had barely fed him. What was Ryan supposed to do? He wasn't allowed to leave... and he certainly couldn't ask him for food. That was suicide. Ryan swallowed thickly, his fur bristling at the taste of his own spit -- he had vomited a short while ago... what exactly he vomited up he had no idea.

His lavender eyes scanned the hospital -- the only nose he made was his harsh breaths. His claws should have clicked against the floor, but, of course, they didn't. He was a ghost. He left no trace anywhere. He pushed himself feebly off of the wall and staggered forward, his limbs shaking pathetically underneath his weight. They looked like four small twigs being forced to carry a rock. But, of course, his body had lost so much mass that he probably weighed less than a pebble.

Ryan suddenly felt a wave of vertigo crash over him. The force of it made him sway in place; he staggered backwards, and with a final whimpering Kanh!, he fell in a heap on the floor, unconscious.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M MOO AND I'M A PRETTY KICKASS PERSON. I'M EIGHTEEN, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH AN AFFILIATE FROM I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE D;. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS ENCHANTED

[. JESSE IN WONDERLAND]

Hello dear. Just something I want to bring up before I go about accepting you and everything. I think Ryan is a bit too innocent. Not that he can't be innocent and naive, as each person is allowed that right based on how they were raised and what they choose to do with their lives. I just think, and I've discussed with Nikki, how I think his environment and education (and just other people in general) would effect his knowledge of things (in this case, mostly sexual things). So I think it would be safe to say that while Ryan may not get all the jokes or be the most clued in about what other people are talking about, I think he should know something. Perhaps instead of a lack of knowledge on sexual based subjects he instead gets embarrassed easily?

I'm sorry this paragraph is so long and I'm getting so wordy. That's really all. :]

[RYAN MEPHITIS FLOWERS]

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[. NIKKI MOUSE]

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