tiraynan lynn swain

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

hey! i'm ray and i dwell in colorado. isn't that just dandy?! i am fifteen years old and loving
it! the characters i play on this amazing roleplay site are tiraynan lynn swain
don't forget it! oh btw, i've been roleplaying for like four years! yeah, you better believe it.
my final last words would be stop being inappropriate! D<

NAME: tiraynan lynn swain
AGE: fifteen
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: straight
CRIME: she was pretty much a homeless drug dealer/stoner whose dather and stepmom died in a fire that was entirely her fault.
PLAYBY: brittany kramer
MEMBER GROUP: street



LOVE:
drugs
drawing
boys
pulling pranks
nice quiet places to be alone in
her older siblings

HATE:
her father
her depression
responsibility
people who lack common sense
liars

STRENGTHS:
drawing (she's very artistic)
making friends (oddly enough)
hiding (it does come in handy, mind you)

WEAKNESSES:
easily hurt
easily manipulated
very, very clumsy (especially when stoned)
her romanticist side (usually the cause of her depression)
negativity

SECRETS:
she suffers from depression (though it has gotten better)
when stoned, she often sees things (demons, angels, the like) which can often scare the living crap out of her
she's always hated her step-mother. to the point where she almost killed her, but didn't because her brother stopped her.

FEARS:
when she starts seeing things (when stoned, usually happens at night)
getting raped
being abused
not fitting in

PERSONALITY:
independent
quiet
easily liked
artistic
sensitive
funny (when she wants to be)
violent
wild imagination
brave
careful
creative
playful
loving
angered easily
depressed on the inside (but doesn't show it)

HOMETOWN: new york city, usa
PARENTS:
kathy clark - mother - works from home - fifty two
carl swain - father - lawyer - fifty five - deceased
lea swain - stepmother - unemployed - thirty two - deceased
tim clark - stepfather - owns insurance company - fifty four

SIBLINGS:
tyran swain - brother - going to college - eighteen
delilah swain - sister - waitress - twenty nine

OTHER RELATIVES:
judy swain - aunt - owns a diner - forty one

HISTORY:

kathy swain (now kathy clark) had her last child on february 2nd. a 'beautiful' little girl with black peach fuzz for hair and icy blue eyes that became an ocean blue when she grew older. with a three year old brother and a fourteen year old stoner sister, she was a child who grew up never knowing what the word 'boredom' meant. her sister was nice and caring toward her, odd for an older sister in high school, and her brother was her playmate that was slightly overprotective for such a young kid. he would protect her from the smallest of things like squirrels and worms on the sidewalk, as if those things would eat her alive at such a young age.
carl, their father, was a workaholic lawyer who was hardly ever at home. as ray grew older, she grew more and more detached from him to the point where she would hardly ever go near him when he finally came home. it was as if she didn't recognize him or chose not to remember him. he was a pretty scary-looking guy after all, with wispy, brown hair that was fading, and beady brown eyes that seemed to stare through you. he already had wrinkles on his face from the stress wearing down on him and talked loudly. ray refused to hug him when he came home, and instead, played with my little ponies, watching him out of the corner of her eye. whenever he moved, she'd shrink back, as if he was going to hurt her.

when she was seven, the yelling began. screams that would leave her wide awake, her pillow over her head, wishing they would go away. sometimes she'd start crying, and her mother would come in to calm her down, saying that everything was alright when she knew it wasn't. sometimes things would break, like that pretty, blue vase on the mantel. carl struck it down and it broke on the wood floor into tiny pieces, leaving kathy in tears, cleaning it all up, ignoring the cuts she got from the sharp glass.
a few months later, three months before ray's eighth birthday, the two parents got a divorce and split. delilah stayed with mother while tyran and ray were forced to leave with their father to new york city. at such a young age and confused about the ordeal, ray wasn't sure what to think. tyran, a mere ten year old, was always in tears. he was a mommas boy, and leaving her was the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

two year later, carl remarried. she was in her late twenties, too young for such an old man, and had white-blonde hair that made ray sick. even at the age of nine. lea was her name, a bossy woman who wanted everything to go her way. she hated children, and when the old man wasn't about, she made sure to voice her displeasure to the kids. about how much she hated them, make them do things for her, ignored their questions and complaints. she was a mean lady, whining about the kids misbehaving when they really didn't, getting them grounded for no reason, because carl loved her that much. carl did everything for the bitch. he listened to her every word, ignored the kids pleas, their whines, and just went on with his stupid lawyer job, making money that he wasted on his 'precious' wife.

tiraynan was thirteen when a wave of sadness came over her. it may have been lea's fault, after all, she loved to pick on the kid. she called her pathetic, stupid, a waste of sperm, and any other hurtful word you could think of. a few cuss words were thrown into them, too. ray always took the names and said nothing, going up to her room to cry a few minutes later. soon enough, she began to believe everything the bitch was saying, that she really was an ugly bitch who should never have been born.
instead of calling her mom and telling her all that had happened, or telling anyone about anything, she started doing drugs. she knew a few stoner kids at her school that always had drugs with them. they started her off with cigarettes, then had her try weed. ray did try the meth and heroine stuff, but it was both rare and expensive near her. besides, it didn't make her feel much better. weed was the drug that made her feel happy and free. so instead of crying in her room after lea's attacks, ray would go outside to smoke. far away from the house so her brother wouldn't see. he was anti-drugs, and if he found out, he'd be more than just furious.

one year later was the day ray accidentally killed her father and stepmom. her brother was with friends and lea had managed to make ray cry again. this time, she struck a nerve; called her siblings and her mother names that she couldn't take. names that left her feeling worthless and stupid, weak and defenseless. she left, going around to the side of the house to smoke, because it was too cold to walk the five blocks to the park, where she could smoke peacefully by the trees. where no one could see her.
she didn't have weed with her, so cigarettes had to do for the day. when she was finished, she threw it down by a bunch of leaves. seconds later, after she'd left, it was in flames, and soon the house was. ray had went in to grab her sweater and a few belongings, because she was planning to run away, and she set out the door, not even noticing the smoke, the smell, or the bright flames. she was jut a little too high to notice.
her father and stepmother were taking a shower together. honestly, it was a gross thought. the two didn't notice anything peculiar, since the flames were attacking the other side of the house, and the fire alarm didn't do much good. the two were too busy having fun in the shower to notice, or hear, anything.
it was stupid, yes, but very, very true.
when they finally had finished and got out, they noticed smoke leaking through the bathroom door, and when they opened it (a stupid thing to do), flames jumped at them. being just a little too fat, they couldn't fit through the window, and so, they died. the smoke knocked them out, though, first, because they inhaled it so much that they didn't have enough oxygen. so they passed out. minutes later, the flames ate them.

the ambulance came and ray and tyran rushed home to see the mess. ray knew it was her fault, and when the fire fighters found out that the mess was caused by cigarettes, she couldn't hide it anymore. the searched what little remained in the house, and her car, and found drugs. she had meth and heroine, too, because she had bought it off a thirteen year old so she could sell it for a higher price to a bunch of addicted eighteen year olds. and then she was pretty much charged for the murder of her parents, even if it was an accident. the cops where she lived were pathetic and stupid. they sent her away a few days later. here. to this place, away from her upset brother and shocked mother. her sister merely shrugged. she had been clean for years, now, else she would be here, too. or maybe she should be, but was slipping by.

while here, ray has been keeping mainly to herself. she'll often talk to other people, but little flashbacks after getting a hold of drugs, will leave her in shaking fits. ever since the two older people had died, she'd been seeing things. it started in her dreams as nightmares, but soon she'd see them at night after getting a hold of more drugs to smoke. she's quitting, or so she says. it's been hard, but she's doing alright. she likes to say that she doesn't belong here, really, she doesn't, but, she was caught red-handed. she wasn't framed or anything. honestly, she'd go insane if she were framed and had ended up here.
now, she tries to keep herself happy. when she's not, well, she lies to everyone, even herself, that she's fine.
when she's not.

so, yeah, this template was made by MAC MALICIOUS ?! of Caution v2.0! don't steal or imma cut you! haha, yeah, i really won't, or will i? ;] ok but seriously, don't steal, it's me
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