CAVALLARI, RYAN ASHLEY

[ryan]

ryan ashley cavallari.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. ryan ashley cavallari
stage name. ryan cavallari
nicknames. ry'
age & dob. twenty-four, october fifteeth
gender. male
sexual orientation. bisexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. orangevillie, ontario, canada


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'11''
eyes. dark blue
hair. dark brown
build. athletically slender, in-shape
distinguishing features. people say his most distinguishing feature his very addicting smile.
play-by. zac efron


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves.

• long flights
  
• band t-shirts
  
• dressing up
  
• music
  
• japanese action flicks
  
• snow
  
• college football
  
• collecting trucker hats
  
• collecting designer sunglasses
  
• sleep
  
• filming home movies
  
• playing guitar
  
• raising money for charity
  
• telling jokes
  
• cuddling
  
• his hair
  
• singing in the shower
  

hates.

• not giving the fans what they want
  
• "5:00" AM
  
• day time television
  
• medium-well meat
  
• alarm clocks
  
• thunder storms
  
• being late for anything
  
• long lines
  
• awkward silences
  
• short interviews
  
• the word 'maybe'
  
• misogyny and male chauvinism
  
• not putting effort into everything.
  

quirks.

• avoids wearing his prescribed glasses. he is "near-sighted"
  
• he has a very thick french-canadian accent.
  
• has a weird affinity to snap pictures of others during events.
  
• always speaks in a calm, cool voice, especially when pissed off
  
• loves to sing old songs.
  
• can't live without his blackberry curve.
  
• is obsessed with reducing his own carbon footprint.
  
• loves friendly rivalry's with others.
  
• can't ever resist a dare.
  
• refuses to wear the color "green"
  
• always seems to find himself tweeting on set.
  
• draws random doodles on napkins in restaurants.
  
• seems to have respect for older actors and actresses.
  
• sometimes he can be vain about his appearance.
  
• comes off somewhat superstitious.
  
• excessively uses initials or acronyms for common phrases and doesn’t bother to explain them.
  
• has to read his lines from end to the beginning.
  
• loves to quotes favorite movies of his.
  
• he is somewhat flamboyant.
  

aspirations.

• become an established actor
  
• win a pretigious award for his acting
  
• be on a sucessful film or television show
  
• branch out and direct his own films
  

secrets.

• originally got his start as a film student at NYU.
  
• doesn't really like acting that much.

personality evaluated.
When it comes to personality there’s a lot that could be said of Ryan. For starters there’s always been this playful outgoing nature of his. If he isn’t having fun then he isn’t happy. Otherwise he’s always going to find somewhat to have fun. A prime example is he’s always trying to go out his way and make other people laugh, gifted with an unrivaled sense of humor. He’s always there to be the supposed pick-me-up for everybody. Still he’s very down-to-earth and open minded about everything. He’s very accepting, he’ll bring the coffee as long as you bring the conversation. It’s a well known fact he treats his body like a temple. It’s a personal choice he made after a bad experience somewhere in high school. Having played football in high school it led to him leading a pretty active and healthy lifestyle. As for work, he shows up to work with an optimistic attitude, a smile on his face ready to go. He’s always looking ahead into the future with a certain bright outlook on things.

Then there’s this certain nature with family and friends. He’s known as the ‘centerpiece’ to most of his relationships within his family due to how strong willed and over around fun he is to be around. He’s mostly kept to himself, quite. Around friends he’s pretty low-key, knowing when to turn off being a ‘celebrity’ and cut loose. He’d go out of his way to do anything for them, seeing them as a critical part of living and understanding in life. Still, not everybody has this outlook on there friends share the same sentiment…he can get annoyed with them often, he’s human…but more or less he’s happy with them and not as annoyed or angry at them.

Everybody’s been known to get angry every once in awhile. He’s been known to loose his temper, yet she’s learned to deal with it. He’s been known to jab at whoever he’s mad at verbally. Being well tempered, it doesn’t take a lot to make him angry. He’s known by his trademark of often going out and getting some air.

If anything he really thinks of himself as being contemporary, out going and a visionary his quick wit and well equipped with a means-well kind of spirit, as far as his score with the opposite sex he finds himself at a draw—they can’t over power him, but at the same time he can’t understand them entirely, but for one thing he’s learning something new every day.



/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. grayson eric cavallari , 50 , lawyer
mother. marylyn anne vanderholf-cavallari , 49 , doctor
siblings. none
pets. none
other family.
jackson cavallari jr, 46, uncle, radio dj
jackson cavallari, 79, grandfather, retired football coach
sarah kim-cavallari, 71, grandmother, retired news anchor
aurther vanderhoff, 80, grandfather, owner of vanderhoff international
history evaluated.
Ryan Ashley Cavallari was dearly beloved and only son of Grayson and Marylyn Cavallari. The two were a newly-wed couple fresh out of undergraduate school at Toronto University located in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Maxwell had weathered the law program while Marylyn had endured the cut-throat pre-med program. They both were doing well in their professions, and still managed to take care of there son. The couple loved there son and did there best at giving him the attention and care that he needed. They had sworn an oath to provide a better life for their son. Fueled by the desire for improving living standards for themselves, Ryan grew up knowing the value of hard work and a dedication to education. He was a bright boy, learning at a faster pace than his classmates. He was very energetic, too, so Grayson began to allow Ryan to participate in sports. He loved to play soccer, and all the way from pre-school to the end of middle school, Jordan played soccer, but it gave way to his new favorite sport, football.

Ryan’s childhood was idyllic – his parents were working being paid great salaries. As his parents worked they moved into a spacious home in Eureka, California, where he would be attending the top public high school they had to offer. However, after a chance to obtain bigger and better clients Grayson decided to move the family to Orange County, California. The Cavallari’s moved into a more native Southern California. Settling in the upscale suburb, they fared well in there new hometown. Ryan, at the end of his Middle school career, was also adjusting nicely into California’s social life. He was quick to garner friends and became a noted athlete on the boy’s middle school football team. Once again, teachers took note of Ryan’s performances in school, being a hard worker and a free-thinker.

During High school Ryan began displaying a weird flair for the dramatic. Taking a few Drama classes here and there, not really sure if they’d pay off or anything. It was the only thing he could do besides football that would warrant any type of decision to the type of university he wanted to go to. Already having a passion for art, it wasn’t really too sure if he’d stick with Football (already being one of the top High School prospects in the nation.) It all seemed to be picking up from there, participating in various plays and theater events as he was trying to really figure out what he really wanted to do with his life. Acting wasn’t definitely his key priority, but he wanted to do something that made him feel like he was doing something with his life, art somehow gave him that perspective a little bit more than playing sports athletically-gifted as he was.

It wasn’t until he deiced to apply to New York University taking an interest in directing or something of that nature that he would be discovered for the wrong reason. He was given information, asked to perform in a few on-campus plays. All he knew was wasn’t for him, but if it was the only way he’d ultimately get where he wanted to go he’d do it. Still even if he doesn’t really see Acting as his final destination, he’s using it as a stepping stone to finally make it to where he can surprise everybody someday making an directorial debut of some kind. He was networked through various people at the university and got connected with an Agent that could help him get into the door. Already knowing how much hard work he’d have to put into it, Ryan decided that he’d keep working at it as long as he could show everybody his beautiful gift—of being one hell of a director.



/ christmas came early for me

alias. brandon
years of rp experience. 10 years
other characters. none
how did you find us. a advert on another board
roleplay sample.

your sample Living in Greece was fine, well…fine as you could make it. That’s the thought that ran throughout Brandon’s head all day; he was somewhat lonesome, having only soccer to fall back on. Seriously, he hadn’t remembered a day without having something to fall back on. It was human nature, you resort to what you’re best at in a time of need…it was a shitty time of need but more then anything he needed friends, someone who, he, himself could depend on in his time on need. Now it wasn’t a dire situation or anything, it was just the idea that in two-years of attended this university and he hadn’t spoken to anybody, let alone carried on a conversation. Then again, who was he? Some non-native, a gajin if they were anywhere near the Asian-pacific end of the sea. But that didn’t stop him from thinking the worse, who would want someone from Canada that’s the ugly sister to America? Better yet who would want to befriend an American? Those were only a few negative glimpses inside his head; he was cynical and very critical of himself and his up brining.

Right about now he was just traveling the campus side, getting a good look at the place for once not totally seeing everything in a two-year stint that sucked, but you made the experience enjoyable yourself…so venturing around was his best bet, with a free period in-between there and his next boring class “Astronomy…” how crude, how was someone who was good at sports (slightly…) was suppose to learn about something he didn’t really consider all that important? But that was him, his thoughts were way to linear for any deep or sliver lining at the moment. Sporting track pants, a nice over-sized transformers hoody, and a gift of gab (well…not a gift, more like a sense of humor that might’ve come off as being smart…yeah that’s it…) he was further armed with his book bag, although his armory almost contained what could’ve been feasible by the local college student, if they were paying attention else where. Everybody here seemed so serious, so focused on the goal ahead—meanwhile his head’s were in the clouds, wondering about how much time he had left before someone knocked him senseless.

With each foot he peeled ahead forward, walking at a moderate pace…just taking in how nice the trees were, how the air was fair and how the sounds of the ocean couldn’t be that far off, he could hear them. If anything he could also hear the surrounding sounds of conversations, nothing major, bits and pieces of thing being said back and forth as if they mattered…not that they did, he wasn’t apart of the conversation to begin with so they were rendered…mostly…useless. He went passed quick as a breath, looking at the main walk way there were trails breaking off into each common area, rails were for safety and he saw natives skateboarding off them like you would any other major part of the world…U.S…Canada didn’t matter Skateboarding was a universal language apparently, one he never knew existed outside of Canada until now, boy he was late sometimes. He felt like he was just an intruder, behind enemy lines and he could have curled up, retreating down the hill back into the rock formation he crawled out from underneath…

That’s until he wasn’t paying much attention, not watching where he was going in the first place…he bumped into someone right off the bat…he didn’t mean it, so he decided o take the high road: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that…” He uttered, mostly out of respect and slight contempt that someone might notice and call attention to him being rude. He wasn’t a rude person, but sometimes behind in your own little world you came off as such. Looking up and then down, noticing he dropped his book, he picked it up trying to recover from sheer embarrassment (not that he cared or anything…) “Totally rude of me, I didn’t ask…are you ok?” He asked, his mannerisms were a bit nervous because he didn’t want to a) cause a scene… b) get into it with someone on campus that was the worse. He was a witness to it before, foreign languages could do wonders for people who didn’t speak native tongue, if they knew what took place maybe they’d leave school or something even more drastic…

[han]