Full Name: Rykes Langston
Nicknames: Rocks / Rocky
Age: 18
Gender/Pronouns: Male h/h
Sexuality: Questioning, most likely
Occupation: No real occupation, but he really likes to think of himself as a musician
Personality: Few words: baby, punk rock, loves his friends. Those are really the essentials of his personality. He’s seen as innocent from the rest of his friends, and always believes himself to be cooler, colder, and more reserved than he really is. He’s pretty emotional, and absolutely adores all of his friends like they’re his family. Rocks is absolutely centered around that sort of unity, and hates being alone, despite him always trying to seem like a “lone wolf.” He’s terrified to go off to college, but is gaining that confidence through the people around him. He really needs to be built up, and if he doesn’t have external validation, he can doubt all of his decisions.
Mannerisms: Twirls his rings / Chews on his necklace charms / is generally fidgety with anything in his hands / taps out beats without even knowing
Hobbies: Playing music (violin especially, but he’s really trying to learn electric guitar because it’s ‘cooler’) / Writing in his notebook that no. one. is allowed to read / Playing with his two big dogs
If you were to describe him in one sentence:
Physical Appearance: He stands at about 5’6”, with hair dyed black. However, it’s growing out and he hasn’t had the chance to dye it again, so it looks super awkward with little blonde strands beneath pitch black locks. He likes his hair shorter, so it’s cut to fall just above his ears. He brushes it up and to the right, parted on the left, but it always seems to fall into his face regardless. His skin is oddly tan for him staying inside all the time, and is generally spotless except for little patches of temporary acne, usually on his hairline. His eyes are an oddly light blue, almost grey— and he really wants them to be more grey, because supposedly it makes him ‘look cooler’. The dude’s a thin kid, too— but he holds most of his weight around his broader shoulders.
Normal Attire: Any graphic T’s of his favorite bands, like U2, Metallica, and some Chicago, too. That and cuffed jeans, that are usually ripped by his own devices. He’s a big accessory nerd, having a few ring bands on either hand, along with a few leather bracelets. He also has three necklaces he won’t be caught dead not wearing— a music note on a chain from his father, a guitar pick on a string from his little sister, and dog tags from his mother.
Backstory: tbd, really. His dad was a classical musician who gave Rocky his own violin, and his mom was in the military for the majority of his life. As of recent, however, she left to spend time with her son before he was sent off to college, and to care for her new(er) daughter.
Family: Rhiannon Langston (mom) / Kira Langston (6 y/o sister) / Carson Langston (dad)
Other: He’s got two big boy dogs he loves with all his heart. A Rottweiler named Beans (courtesy of his little sister) and a St. Bernard named Blink.
