DENNINGS, RHYS LANA

[rhys]

rhys lana dennings.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Rhys Lana Dennings
stage name. Ryden
nicknames. --
age & dob. Twenty-Seven & July 29th, 1982
gender. Male
sexual orientation. Bisexual (or rather Polyamorous)
career. TV/Film Actor
hometown. London, UK / Manhattan, New York


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 6’1” (185cm)
eyes. Blue
hair. Blonde (often dyed a more platinum shade)
build. Lean, athletic
distinguishing features. Bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, seemingly intense expression
play-by. Boyd Holbrook


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.

• The Arts
  
• Musicals, Comedies, and Dramas
  
• Photography
  
• His mother (despite that she used to put him in dresses as a child)
  
• Rainy days
  
• Acting
  
• Music (particularly MUSE, Interpol, Radiohead, Queen, NIN, and U2)
  
• Cigarettes

hates.

• His uncle (though hate is a strong word, this man damaged him mentally and potentially ruined him sexually)
  
• Horror films
  
• Working out (it’s a necessary evil)
  
• His luck (believes he’s unlucky)
  
• Ignorance, stupidity, and all other abstract concepts that promote failure within a person
  
• Drugs

quirks.

• Tends to itch his nose when nervous
  
• Spaces out at times, thinking about other things
  
• Often tries to speak with a New York accent, hoping it will help him sound more American (thinks it’s fun)

aspirations.

• To star in a biopic of a living legend
  
• To be a leading man in a romantic comedy
  
• To return to the stage at least once more
  
• To win an Academy Award

secrets.

• His self-made, indie film, called Boys Wear Dresses Too is based on a true story. It is quite literally the story of his life, but he refuses to discuss his past. He feels that once he turned it into a film it would be a cathartic experience, and he would get over it. He is still working on the getting over it part.
  
• No one has ever been able to get him off like his uncle used to. Again, this is something he will never discuss or admit to.

personality evaluated.
Rhys isn’t a complex individual. He enjoys seeing, experiencing, and performing arts. Everything about him oozes creativity, from the way he dresses to the way he tends to deviate from conversation when a thought comes to mind. He’s very honest, and he has a habit of speaking his mind. He is aware that there is a time and a place; however, it isn’t always clear when things are appropriate.
He likes to laugh. He feels it is the best medicine for life. When he laughs, he laughs loud and merrily, without qualms. Rhys likes to make people smile and laugh, usually with crude humor. However, his teasing is often mistaken for flirting. As a result, he is at no shortage for potential partners. Because he’s such a joyful person, It takes a long time for Rhys to get visibly angry. He tends to bottle up his negative emotions, choosing to release them when he’s alone. So, if he is noticeably pissed at someone, it is likely that there are many other factors behind his anger.

He’s very passionate in everything he does, whether it’s work or his personal affairs. However, he finds it hard to commit to anything properly outside of his acting. He puts his all into his acting, but it leaves little room for anything else in life. Rhys isn’t quick to fall for anyone, hardly having the time to properly know someone. When he does fall, he falls hard, but he has a hard time balancing his love for his work and his love for another person. Rhys is not a sexual being, but he enjoys sex. Admittedly, it does feel excellent; however, the act of intercourse always reminds him of his forbidden past with his uncle. For that reason, he doesn’t think about sex unless the opportunity is staring him in the face and his body responds accordingly. It’s part of the reason why he’s a bit wary of getting involved with someone, the fear of hurting them by doing something spontaneous with a sexy stranger.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Christian Edmond Michael Dennings, 48, Lawyer
mother. Lorna Anne Dennings (nee Beane), 50, School Teacher
siblings. --
pets. Chihuahua mix named Pepe, Iguana named Hulk
other family. Jameson Andrew Davis Dennings, 48, Uncle, Photographer (father’s identical twin)
history evaluated.

• 1982 – I was born in London, near the West End. Maybe I was destined for entertainment, being so close to it. My family is made of many creative people: current and former entertainers and artists. My grandfather was an opera singer who married a violinist from Tokyo. My uncle, who is my father’s identical twin, is a photographer who remained unmarried to live only with his “true love”, his Nikon. My father was the only exception, deciding to pursue a more “normal” profession. Maybe he wanted so desperately to be normal, because he married an elementary school teacher. However, even my mum is a bit less-than-normal.
  
• 1982-1992 – Mum wanted a girl. Maybe part of her hoped that if she gave me a girl’s name (my middle name) and dressed me in enough pretty dresses that I would just morph into the girl she’d always dreamed of. I’ve been told more than once that I was lucky, since my parents were told in the past that they couldn’t have children. I was their greatest treasure. I didn’t argue whenever my mom put a ribbon in my hair or stuck me in a frilly dress. Thankfully, my dad was able to prevent her from sending me to school that way; he had me put in private schools that enforced uniform dress code.
  
• 1989 – I had my first acting experience. My class put on a production of Cinderella, and I played one of the mice. I can’t remember which one now, but I remember wearing these little trousers that itched. In the middle of the play, Cinderella got sick, and I volunteered to finish up for her. Needless to say I was teased mercilessly for wearing the dress and makeup and effortlessly portraying Cinderella. What struck me most at that moment was – besides the brilliant smile on my mother’s face to see me in that dress in front of the entire school – that I didn’t care about anything else but the applause. I was proud, and I knew right then that if I could do this every day for the rest of my life, I would.
  
• 1990 – I starred in my first commercial for crisps. After that, I was thrust into a series of commercials for different things. By the following year, I landed a spot on a daytime soap, playing a troublesome child named Riley. I played the same role for four years, but I left to pursue acting in feature films. People still remember me for that role, but my face hasn’t changed much from when I was 12/13.
  
• 1995 – I was cast as an extra in a film with a few small speaking parts. I thought it was the chance of a lifetime, but the role I played was very reminiscent of Riley, and that wasn’t a role I wanted to play anymore. I pulled out of the film early enough for recasting.
  
• 1997 – After many auditions with no work, I decided to give up acting for a bit and attend an arts college. I attended all four years, during which I began writing the script of my life. The story was of a young teenage boy, trying to find his place in the world, struggling with gender roles, his sexuality, and the advances of a family member, resulting in forbidden relations. I completed it the year after I graduated, but it took another two years for me to acquire the support and funds to make it.
  
• 2004 – My first and only film, was completed and released independently at select theatres. I thought it was a story that had to be told, but after the amount of toiling I went through for it to come to fruition, I knew that I wasn’t meant for behind the scenes. I missed the applause, the lights, playing a role.
  
• 2005 – I moved to New York City with hopes of returning to the stage. I auditioned for a role in a new musical called Spring Awakening. After a year of workshops and rewrites, it debuted Off-Broadway. I was cast as one of the male leads. Unfortunately, I suffered an injury just prior to the opening night in Broadway. It was horrible.
  
• 2006-2009 – I was discovered walking about a mall by a modeling agency. I had never considered it before, but living on my own was difficult, especially in New York City. I chanced it, and I had a successful career, brief as it was. I learned much over the few years I spent modeling. I even picked up a hobby for photography. However, I knew it was time to return to my first love, acting.
  
• 2009-Present – I’m still living in Manhattan. I’ve been taking on small roles in films and cameos on television. I’ve even done some freelance photography gigs on the side. Now, I just want that massive role to really take me to the top, something that will challenge me and show my talent.
  
  
  

/ christmas came early for me

alias. Tina
years of rp experience. …10 years x.x
other characters. --
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roleplay sample.

Today wasn't a good day; then again, so few days were. The day had only begun with such a gorgeous morning, but already it commenced a slow decent into one of those many dark days. Joshua F. Klien had been startled from his restless slumber by a dream about his troubled past. He'd seen his mother's face, that beautiful face that once lit up his life in his childhood was robbed of him by terminal cancer. He couldn't quite remember the events that occurred within the dream, but the image of his mother was enough to shake up his very core. He sat up in his bed and pulled his knees up close, his face buried between his knees as a few tears were shed in silence. A deep sigh of regret soon followed, and he lifted his head, refusing to give into this sorrowful feeling. Quickly, he wiped his eyes and glanced over to the sleeping figure in the neighboring bed. At least he hadn't woken up his roommate, because he didn't want to explain anything. JFK, as he was known to others, didn't explain himself, he didn't discuss himself or reveal anything; he was very stoic. However, the real Joshua, which only existed within the confines of the young man's mind, wanted to curl up under his blankets and cry. He did the opposite.

Springing up from his bed with purpose, JFK stretched his tired limbs and padded across the floor into the bathroom. A few minutes of composure and a quick shower later, he reemerged from the bathroom with a plush robe tied around his person. He selected his attire for the day, which consisted of a white, button-down shirt, a dark-gray vest with a blue-black blazer over it and black slacks. The transition from robe to clothes was swift, and before long, he was out the door with only his wallet, phone, a pack of cigarettes, and his decorative lighter. Nothing else was of equal importance to those items, in his opinion. JFK navigated down a series of familiar corridors before he reached the inevitable exit to the school. Once outside, his footsteps quickened. He had no destination in mind, but with every passing moment, his body went into flight response. He wanted to flee the awful dream, and he began to run. He ran away from the school as though that dream remained in the dormitory as a physical being. JFK's loafers weren't made for running, but somehow they carried him through his brief psychosis. He ran until he couldn't anymore, until the results of his cigarette habit caused him to gasp for breaths. He told himself mentally that he needed to get in shape. Though he looked as though he was at the pique of his physical fitness, he'd never worked out a day in his life. He didn't have the stamina to back up the trek he'd just made.

With a stitch in his side, JFK slowed to a lazy stroll as he walked down a cobblestone path that led into a grassy area. As he scanned his surroundings, he recognized this place as Waterplace Park. When he traveled the distance from the school to here, he had no idea, but somehow he made it. He managed to quiet his breathing as his body reached homeostasis once again, and he was thankful for the peaceful breeze of a Providence morning. JFK approached a bridge that extended over a small, yet beautifully landscaped pond. He leaned over the railing that outlined the sides of the bridge, staring down at the tiny fish swimming in the pond below, and he was glad for the distraction. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and skillfully drew one from the pack with his mouth. He held one end between his lips as he extracted his lighter and lit the opposite end. He returned the items to his pockets as he drew in the addictive toxins within the slender stick. He then removed it from his lips, holding it between the first two fingers of his left hand, his dominant hand. He took a step back from the railing as he exhaled a thin stream of smoke, stretching his arms up over his head once again. His arms fell to his sides, and he started to approach the railing again, but his stride was interrupted by an impact to his body that could have thrown him if his feet weren't so firmly planted. It did, however, make him drop his cigarette, and he muttered a couple swears as he looked down at the still-lit cigarette.

"I... My... NO!"

The voice pierced his ears, and he finally paid the girl a glance. She was mildly attractive, more cute than sexy with those innocent blond curls. She reminded him of Goldilocks, but he doubted that this girl hung out with any bears. JFK approached the railing properly, looking down to see a phone amongst the tiny fishes in the lake. "Oh... That could be a problem." He fixed himself another cigarette to replace the one he lost, and he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly before he exhaled. "You know, you should be more careful where you're going." His accent revealed his Boston home, each word dripping with it. He then held his cigarette, balanced between his lips as he shrugged off his blazer and hung it idly on the railing. He then started to roll up his sleeves. He wasn't one to play hero; he didn't even have any desire to play the villain. A neutral being, he just did what came naturally. So, naturally, he intended to fish that phone out of the pond.

[sarah]