ruth natalie thorston

[ruth]

"I'm hoping for some mauling, like, on my shoulder or lower back. " - Ruffnut

NAME: "Ruth Natalie Thorston."
NICKNAMES: "Ruff, Annoying, Stupidface, Hey You Get Out Of My Yard, Leave That Boy Alone, Stop Hitting Your Brother, You're Too Old To Act Like This. The lists goes on and on, I'm kinda used to it. Don't call me a name without expecting to get one back though. Call me Ruthie and I'll pound in your pretty little face."
AGE: "I'm not good with numbers, but I got this one! Twenty-three."
BIRTHDAY: "Another one I've totally got covered. January seventeenth."
ORIENTATION: "What the hell, personal much? Alright I don't believe in too personal, so whatever. I like men. And I'm not ashamed to tell 'em, too."
NATIONALITY: "Scandinavian, bitches!"
OCCUPATION: "I bounce from job to job. I can't really keep one for any length of time..."
PLAYED BY: "Someone told me I look like Lindsay Lohan once. Thanks? I guess. Whatever!"
DISNEY: "You know what movie I like? How To Train Your Dragon. There's this character, Ruffnut Thorston. We're like twins. It's creepy."
USER GROUP: "Comic relief? Damned if I know."

PERSONALITY !

TOUGH! "I ain't taking no guff from no one. I ain't! Don't try. I've got mighty fists of power! I can take a hit, I can take an insult… But I will fight back. You'll know when you've got me rilled up. I'll be all over you like warts on a witch's nose. 'Course I can be girly too… Sort of. Sometimes. For a cute, masculine, impressive kind of guy… I try, anyway. It's really hard, alright?! If you grew up in my family, with my brother, you'd totally understand. You gotta be tough and can't show no weakness. You get mocked if you can't handle the heat and dish it back."
EXCITABLE! "I can't stand just sitting around and doing nothing. It's so freaking boring. I'd rather be doing anything else. I can get excited about all sorts of stuff as long as it doesn't involve… work. Like, reading, or listening to some idiot drone on and on. Lets run around and blow things up! Lets fight! Anything, lets just go! I figure if you're not livin' life, what the hell are you doing wasting space? Go jump off a cliff or something. You know, get yourself dirty or something, get some cool scars to tell people about. It's not a story if you ain't got a scar to show off. Also, I like to be impressed, guys… just saying. Do something manly, I wanna see."
OBNOXIOUS! "I've got a big fucking mouth and I don't know how to keep it closed. It gets me in an awful lot of fun trouble. But hey, what can you do? So, yeah, I'll own it. I'm obnoxious. I'm stubborn and I don't know when to just shut up, and I'm always all over everyone'e case about being freaking lame. I've got a problem with not being able to let things go. I can't not comment on things, push boundaries. I'm just like it. You don't like it? Tough, sucks to be you! No one's more annoying than me. It's like, my specialty."
CONFIDENT! "As you may have noticed, I'm full of myself. I mean, I'm full of confidence. I guess this goes back to several things I've already mentioned. I'll try not to repeat myself? I dunno, I guess I'm kinda aggressive sometimes. But you've got to take what you want, and you gotta know you're gonna get it when you try. Sometimes I guess this can be a bad thing just as easy as a good one. Over-confidence or whatever. I think I'm pretty rad and don't fail too often, but when I do it tends to take me by surprise and like… well is sucks, doesn't it? It's like, go back to Losertown already, you dumb trollface! Wait, I think I just insulted myself…"

QUIRKS: "Quirks! I ain't quirky! I'm totally freaking normal."

LIKES: "Ferocious beasts! Playing and fooling around, fighting, arguing, climbing things, my hair (What? It's awesome.), myself (WHAT? I'm awesome!), contests, stuffing my face with good food in good company, cool stories, AWESOME WEAPONS…"
DISLIKES: "My ANNOYING brother, reading, math, boring junk, pansies, trying to flirt and failing, failing in general, stupid people saying I'm stupid (Look in a freaking mirror!), people obsessed with their looks, people do don't take BATHS…"

HISTORY !

"What the hell is there to say here? It's not like I had a glammy life now or nothin' cool like that. I'm just Ruth and brother, the annoying little jerkoffs who've always been all up in e'rryone's business, smashing pumpkins on Halloween and screeching down the halls of school or pushing little kids out of swingsets for giggles before stepping on their backs."

"I guess I'll start off with my homelife. Mom and dad were around enough, but I don't really know what to say about them that'd be too interestin' to note about them... They'd smack us around if we did something in front of 'em they don't like none, call us a name, we'd call 'em a name back and get socked again and sent to our room, then we'd sneak out and... well, you get it. It's, what's the word? Circular."

"Oh, you'd probably like to know about my brother, right? Well we've basically been attached at the hip since forever. We were probably in the womb punching the hell out of the other and pulling each other by the nose and crap like that. Mom did say she had a rough pregnancy because we were really freakin' active and always kicking. I guess we couldn't stand each other even then..."

"Alright, alright. I love him. I love him a lot, but he's a snot and you gotta treat a snot like a snot or he'll... run all over you. Hah! Booger jokes, nice. Anyway, we fight, but we're there for each other. I'm done with him though. Trust me, you don't want me to tell you too much more. I'm the interesting one of the two of us by far."

"Not that I have anything else interesting to say. I failed some subjects in school. I do pretty much nothing but screw off at work and bounce from job to job. I like manual labor, so I do a lotta that... I dunno, what do you want from me? The only thing you need to know is I get in to trouble all the time. Just fill in the blanks with "didn't go to prom because she was caught drunk and disorderly that night" and "got expelled from three schools" and "lost ANOTHER job this week for poor attitude" and you've got my life."

SAMPLE !

The dress was her favorite thing in the entire universe right now. Occasionally she even fought with her parents about taking it off to take a bath, and nearly always was too stubborn to change into her pajamas at night on first command to do so, wanting to sleep in it. It was her Alice dress; it made her feel like she was some magical thing when she played in it, and she strutted herself about, showing it off at any opportunity she was given to. Ladies at the mall or grocery store would compliment her and she would beam at them, cocky and proud of herself as if she already knew—was 100% sure without any doubts whatsoever— that she was the prettiest little girl out there, but thanks for noticing anyway.

For once, Amelia was actually trying to play nice. She was trying to rope one of the boys on the playground into playing White Rabbit for her, but he… Well, he wasn't overly interested, and kept brushing her off. But Amelia, she was always a persistent child, used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. And if she didn't get it right away, she would do anything she could think of until she got it. So what had started out perfectly innocently soon devolved into pestering, which became bullying, and hitting and pushing and shoving, until eventually Amelia ended up on the ground with a gaping hole in her lovely blue Alice dress; a tear straight up the skirt.

The little girl was at that stage in her life where, while they may be fleeting, emotions were powerful, and all-consuming like nothing else was or ever would be again. You're never quite as honest with your emotions as you are as a child, after all, when you still don't quite grasp what's wrong or what's right, but can only think of yourself. She stared at the boy; he was the kind of boy who was large for his age. The type who would probably grow up to play sports simply because he was built for it. He outweighed little Amelia by nearly half of her weight, though she had never been the most skinniest girl she knew; a fact that would never change as she got older and found herself to be more rounded in figure rather than waif-like.

But that was the future, and this was now. And right now, she was staring at this kid with a hot-searing hatred aimed at him as she cried over her torn dress. Her whole world was crushed, and she pawed at the fabric in complete disbelief, before looking back up at the boy, snot already threatening to run from her nose as she hiccoughed and sniffled in an attempt not to simply scream until, finally, she simply couldn't hold it inside of her tiny body anymore, and she rushed up off the ground with a loud wail, tackling into the boy with any and all force she could muster. He may be twice her size, but she was hardly afraid of him. She wasn't afraid of anyone, or anything, but she wanted her dress back. Revenge was the second-best thing, and the only option she saw in her shortsighted childhood innocence. The boy fell backwards, and they landed on top of his leg in all the wrong ways; broken.

By the time he was crying, Amelia was already off of him, pointing at the boy accusingly so that everyone around would be sure without a doubt, if she had her way, that it was all his fault, and he deserved everything he got for ruining her precious dress. Her eyes were red and she was yowling at full force now, belting out the kinds of screams that made every mother within earshot's hearts race in the way only a child's crying can, a truly pitiful sight.

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M MAL AND I'M A PRETTY SPAZZY PERSON. I'M TWENTY-TWO, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH JESSE. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE LION KING.

[ruth]

FINISHED!

[. JESSE IN WONDERLAND]

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