RIDER, markos james

[Markos James Rider]

M A R K O S JAMES R I D E R !



an empty room, i'm empty too and everything ,

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r e m i n d s m e o f y o u. s o m a n y t h i n g s i s h o u l d n 't h a v e m i s s e d. t h e m o r e t h a t i p u s h,
and the more you resist. it's easy to say it's for the best when you want more while you leave me with less.[/color][/font]

Full Name:

[/color] Markos James Rider
Nicknames: Mark, Jim, Jimmy, Rider
Age: 16
Birthdate: October 5
Sexuality: Flexible
Gender: Male
Problem: Addiction
Grade: Sophomore
Clique(s): Royalty, Jock
Classes:

• English II
  
• Algebra II
  
• Biology II/Anatomy
  
• Chemistry II
  
• Civil War
  
• Weight Training
  
• Spanish II
  
• Guitar
  
  Participates in Soccer and Basketball

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i know you're fine, but what do i do ?[/i][/color][/size][/font]
i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e, a n d t r y i n g, w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g
like a babe beside him. i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Height:

[/color] 6'1"
Weight: 170lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Notable Features: My right ear is pierced, none of that gauge shit though, and one tattoo on the back of my right shoulder
Play-By: Channing Tatum
General Description:

I guess I'm what most people would call your average kind of jock. I like to work out in the weight room and I like to play sports. I'm toned, not a scrap of fat on me, I'm all muscle, which kind of sucks 'cause muscle weighs more than fat. But I guess that doesn't really matter. I'm a casual dresser, don't usually go for anything fancy, just a shirt and jeans is good enough for me unless a situation requires other garb. As for my hair? Pretty much just stays the way that it is when I roll out of bed. I might run my hands through it or whatever but for the most part, its just there, that's why I keep it short. Low maintenance sort of thing, you know? [/justify][/blockquote][/size]


and i know you see me, and you're making it ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
l o o k s o e a s y. w h a t c o m e s a n d g o e s, i 'd g o w i t h o u t. i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e b u t w h a t a b o u t
fallout , fallout , fallout, through the fallout. fallout, fallout, through the fallout. well now there's him,[/color][/font]

Likes:

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• Soccer
  
• Basketball
  
• Classes
  
• Making friends
  
• Being popular

Dislikes:

• Bullies
  
• Smartasses
  
• Stereotypes
  
• Preps
  
• Sluts

Strengths:

• Soccer & Basketball
  
• Working out
  
• Making new friends

Weaknesses:

• Seeing someone in distress
  
• A pretty face
  
• Chocolate

Fears:

• Hurting myself enough that I can't play Soccer
  
• Not making it to college

Disorders: No disorders really...
General Description:

I dunno much about what to say here. I guess I get on well enough with others, when I'm not suffering those splitting headaches. I tend to get rather testy when that happens. The doctors say its just me going through withdraw, but its whatever, I guess. I'm pretty cool with most people so long as they don't fuck with me or my friends. I don't really got many enemies that I know of, unless its just people being jealous of who I am or what I can do. I don't do well in relationships, I've only had a few and they didn't end up all that good, so... I'm just trying to go solo for now, I guess. But yeah. I guess you could say I'm loyal, I'll stick up for my friends when someone's harassing them, but if they're in the wrong, I'll be the first one to tell them that. I don't stand for bullshit, even from my friends. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]


and now there's me. the secrets you give ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
a n d t h e s e c r e t s y o u k e e p. a n d n e v e r t h e l e s s, i t 's n e v e r y o u l e t. t h e m o r e t h a t i g i v e
and the less that i get. don't tell me to fight, to fight for you. after this long, i shouldn't have to[/color][/font]

Mother:

[/color] Elaina Ryder
Father: Brian Ryder
Siblings: Elizabeth Ryder (older sister)
Pets: None
Other: None
History:

I was the second child born to my parents, my father's son. He'd always wanted a boy and was disappointed when he'd gotten my sister first. Well, I was raised up in the proper world. Watching football with his father and going around outside in the park to play ball with his father. I had the perfect family life all through my childhood. Looking for a sob story? Sorry, you aren't going to get much of one here. I love my parents, and they love me. I found that soccer was more my kind of sport to play than football though when I was in middle school. I fell in love with it. It was based much more on skill, maneuvering and planning while football was more a game of brute force. I still watch the games with my dad on occasion, and all I still get from it is "kill the guy with the ball". Now Soccer? Nah, that's the epic sport of life.

I got on first string of the soccer team at my middle school, and got to be the best. I'd practice for hours at home, with my dad or the family dog, or hell, even against the side of the garage. I love soccer, I live and breath it. During the off season, winter months, I'd play basketball just for something to keep me in shape mostly, I couldn't care one way or another about basketball, with all honesty. When I got to high school, freshman year, I went out for the soccer team and got put on second string, meaning I wasn't allowed to play during games. But as the year progressed, I finally showed them that I was worthy to be getting some play time on the field during actual games. What I didn't know was that the position of being the top player in my year had another added... benefit.

The coach was in to winning. With a serious obsession of his. I thought he was a bit overzealous, sure.. but I didnt bet on him spiking the drinks that we were given at games and practices. He was feeding the first stringers steroids dissolved in the drinks. Hell, I didn't even notice there was a difference in anything, I just thought I was naturally getting better, you know? But no. I didn't even realize until I began to go into withdraw during the summer when my family went on vacation. I had been seriously disappointed on missing soccer camp, the coach was hosting the camp at his lake-side house, but my father had insisted on it. My grades had fallen in the spring, but when I started going into withdraws and losing my temper more often, my parents took me into the hospital.

That's when they found out what was wrong with me. I'd gotten addicted to the unknown substance that I had been consuming in vast amounts, and it was suggested that I be sent to St. Helena's. They didn't want me in rehab, that would look bad on my record or something, so they sent me here... to St. Helena's. At least they have a soccer team.
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i know you're fine, but what do i do? i know ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e a n d t r y i n g w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g l i k e a
babe beside him.i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Alias:

[/color] Me, Myself, and I
Age: 23
Time Zone: East
Other Characters: Lots
Code Words: Nah[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


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