My name is Rio.

Welcome to the blog of fanpro 286. He has some issues concerning the fact that he's never alone due to the mass amount of restless spirits clinging onto him.

[ask286]

s -s -sempai notice me *A* ((help))

*~notices~*

Ridiculous dark, smouldering gaze aside—Rio does in fact notice Pristine, and remembers her."Oh, hey, well if it isn’t little miss freckles."

((I think I died making this.  Send help))

[askpristine]

She throw her hands at her face, slapping it in embarrassment. Did she say that outloud??? She must have.

Pristine looks back up, to the transfer student, he words more accepting than she thought she’d get and that calms her. She manages a smile.

"I -I’m glad you remember me. My names a -actually Pristine. Nice to meet you„ formally.. U -uh, I’ve been put in charge of making sure your transition into the school is smooth and showing you around to places you’ve yet to visit a -around t -the campus… H -how has fanpro high been so far???"

[ask286]

"Pristine…  Don’t hear that name often.  I like it though.  I’m Rio."  He says with a surprisingly warm smile.  Most other kids he’s encountered so far don’t get such a kind introduction.

His face then softens back into his usual distant look that he wears around school everyday without fail.  “As for school; I’ve honestly never liked the whole watchful mother ordeal, or pretending to be everyone’s friends because you’re all like ‘family’ here on campus, and I’ve certainly never have liked having a keeper…”  Rio says in a flat tone as his eyes rove around the empty classroom in contempt for the subject.

When his eyes meet Pristine’s again, however, there’s a certain gleam about his eyes like melting gold.  A gleam like that could power a country for years—if he’d let it.

"But, y’know…" he starts.  "…I don’t think I’d mind you showing me around.  Who knows, maybe you’ll change my mind about school life."

[fanpro-community]

Please like or reblog this if you aren’t on our Roleplayers list yet. There have been quite a few new blogs popping up lately so I’ve lost track on who I need to add. This’ll help me out a lot.

[fanpro-community]

Please reblog the post to your ask blogs or mention which blogs are yours,...

[ask286]

AHH! hey! You stop by the p&sg club a lot, do you think you could help me? I need a partner for my game of pentago, you wanna play?

*Rio looks at the sophomore and narrows his eyes with a hardly concealed look of annoyance.  He remembers Arthur from his visits to the club*  Eh…  *he glances off to the side to think about it some.  He doesn’t exactly like that he was sought after to join in a club activity—but then again, what else is he going to be doing right now?  Rio sighs and looks back to the club president, standing himself up*  Yeah, sure, what the hell.  I don’t have anything better to do.

[ask286]

s -s -sempai notice me *A* ((help))

*~notices~*

Ridiculous dark, smouldering gaze aside—Rio does in fact notice Pristine, and remembers her."Oh, hey, well if it isn’t little miss freckles."

((I think I died making this.  Send help))

[ask286]

It seems there's a new mysterious transfer student at Fanpro High!

Where did he come from?  Why did he need to transfer in the middle of the year?  Why does he keep to himself so much?  What's his number??

The world may never know!  Unless you ask him of course--that is a valid method of trying to attain information.

    Rio Morando, a junior student who's just transferred into the school, often keeps to himself and isn't very social.  Most days you can find him  hanging about in the shadier areas of school; under the bleachers at the track, the parking lot, behind the storage garages, etc.  On a few occasions, though, he may just visit the Puzzle & Strategy Game Club, the Biology Club, or the Art Club--his attendance is very sporadic however and he doesn't seem to keep to any type of cycle with them either.

    He's a highly intelligent student who is known to be vastly academically successful, often being one of the top students in his classes--this academic forte often shows it self when he stops into the Puzzle & Strategy Game Club or in the Biology Club.  His attendance to the Art Club, however, makes little sense--seeing he doesn't seem very interested in art creation nor art appreciation.

    So many questions and mysteries surrounding senpai, so much cold cool-kidness. 

[ask286]

♥

Rio:  *a brief moment is caught from his constant dark mysterious brooding*  Did you know you’re father was the greatest thief in the world?  *doki doki*  He single-handedly stole all the stars in the sky, and hid them in your eyes.

[ask286]

♥ ?? ? ?

Rio(286):  A face without freckles is like a night sky without stars…  *throws a glance with smoldering gold rings in his eyes.  Rio—the dark mysterious senpai~*

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((could fanpro askblogs please reblog this?))

[ask286]

((Small Update))

((Rio now has an about page!  Hope that helps some people!))

[ask286]

Jay(0183): Hey, there spooky guy. Couldn't help but notice the souls in perpetual suffering that surround you. Well that one seems to wanna chat with you, actually. What's your story?

“Spooky guy…"  Rio repeats in a short scoff, scrunching up his nose in distaste for the title.  He turns around to face Jay, ghosts swirling around him as they howl and wail in their tight orbit.  A majority of these spirits remains completely absorbed by Rio— whether it be in violence, despair, or in obsession—but the few that do notice Jay hiss and growl at him, even attempting to lunge out at him but are tugged back into the fish bowl around Rio."Creative."  He continues as his eyes dart about Jay’s presence, gauging his intent and his capabilities.  He’s a very untrusting, cautious fellow it seems.  He sighs and looks Jay in the eyes— or, at least, the main two on his face anyway.  "They can’t talk.  The ghosts, I mean."  He shrugs with a perpetually tired look.  "They used to, when I was little, but I feel as though the longer they stay with me the more they lose their minds…"  He folds his arms and grips a bit of the fabric of his sweater lightly with his finger tips.  "…I never liked hearing what they had to say anyway."  He looks to the floor for a moment, as one of the ghosts flies up to his face and shrieks so loud even a few of the other specters quake in fear.  Rio, however, bears it, wincing only slightly in reaction with his left eye.  He seems to have conditioned himself not to react to them."What about you?"  He pulls his head up and looks back to his company, now bearing a defensive look on his face.  "What do you want from me?  Why are you here?  What’s wrong with your…eyes.”

[hellionbrothers]

Jay pays attention to every little gesture the young man makes, taking mental notes about the stranger’s predicament. His body tensed on reflex as some of the spirits threatened him. The extra eyes constricted their pupils, locking their gazes on the aggressive entities.

The hellion remained relaxed, hiding his own feelings on a calm facade.

"What do I want? Nothing in particular, really. I simply have empathy for all things broken and in pain." he says while scratching his chest.

"Oh, the eyes are quite fine, actually. Healthy and fat. They eat my body cells, that’s why I’m thin as heck. They also enjoy taking strolls… see?" Jay raised an index finger where a small and vibrant eye moved erratically through his phalanges. "Sometimes they have things to say too, on their own way."

Jay knew it would be pointless to try and help him. With a smirk, he recalled 47. She had tried to aid him without knowing anything. Perhaps he could try, perhaps his own experience could be useful to him. The man’s curse was slightly similar to his own, or at least he figured as much.

"When I was small, they shared their own little thoughts with me, so I listened. Sometimes. They taught me how to read, how to string a bow. Another showed me its memories, sick little bastard. How I hate that eye.. That one time I decided I would protect women from harm, at all costs.” he sighed, losing track of his thoughts for a moment.

"Anyway… there’s always something to be learned from the fucked up assholes that stick with you wether you want them or not." 

[ask286]

Rio listens to Jay carefully-- though still keeping up a firm guard with his unwelcoming face-- interested in what he has to say.  He's never liked being social, seeing that it's been so dangerous for him in the past, but he has to admit...it's nice knowing he's not the only freak out there. "So...  The eyes...have minds of their own?"  He makes a side ways look of confusion for just a moment, letting his guard down, before he realizes this and quickly scowls again.

[ask286]

Having been watching Rio for a moment's time, Pip kept his distance as she studied the restless spirits swarming him. He had been wanting to talk to the brown-haired bloke, but the hostile ghosts soon enough changed her mind. After mustering up some courage, Pip approached Rio again, but this time from the front. "Mister?" he spoke softly, trying to sound chipper though with a shaking voice. "Do you like sweets? I made some cookies yesterday and you can have one. i-if you want!"

Rio remains silent for a long moment, eyeing the cookies and listening to Pip's voice carefully over the screams and yells of the ghosts surrounding him.  His countenance is that of someone who gets very little sleep-- or peace of mind.When the moment passes Rio makes a little sigh...and a small, almost friendly, crooked smile.  "I'd like one...  But it's probably best that you don't get too close.  I don't know what will happen if these guys get in reach of you."  He shakes his head lightly.  "But...thank you."

[ask286]

Jay(0183): Hey, there spooky guy. Couldn't help but notice the souls in perpetual suffering that surround you. Well that one seems to wanna chat with you, actually. What's your story?

"Spooky guy..."  Rio repeats in a short scoff, scrunching up his nose in distaste for the title.  He turns around to face Jay, ghosts swirling around him as they howl and wail in their tight orbit.  A majority of these spirits remains completely absorbed by Rio-- whether it be in violence, despair, or in obsession--but the few that do notice Jay hiss and growl at him, even attempting to lunge out at him but are tugged back into the fish bowl around Rio."Creative."  He continues as his eyes dart about Jay's presence, gauging his intent and his capabilities.  He's a very untrusting, cautious fellow it seems.  He sighs and looks Jay in the eyes-- or, at least, the main two on his face anyway.  "They can't talk.  The ghosts, I mean."  He shrugs with a perpetually tired look.  "They used to, when I was little, but I feel as though the longer they stay with me the more they lose their minds..."  He folds his arms and grips a bit of the fabric of his sweater lightly with his finger tips.  "...I never liked hearing what they had to say anyway."  He looks to the floor for a moment, as one of the ghosts flies up to his face and shrieks so loud even a few of the other specters quake in fear.  Rio, however, bears it, wincing only slightly in reaction with his left eye.  He seems to have conditioned himself not to react to them."What about you?"  He pulls his head up and looks back to his company, now bearing a defensive look on his face.  "What do you want from me?  Why are you here?  What's wrong with your...eyes."

[ask286]

askskully286 = ask286

((not too difficult to put together but hey, ya never know. ((also, Rio got a new blog look that involves the music know in case you're curious about what I think are good sounds to describe him!

[madamscelet]

Nearly forgot I did a quick sketch of Rio in Halloween make-up again today too

[ask286]

((More Halloween Rio!))

[madamscelet]

So I was planning on making a line art and taking it to the computer to color and such

but then I got caught up penciling.

Rio’s gonna be a spooky scary skeleton for Halloween this year heh

[ask286]

((Halloween Rio!

[ask286]

55: Hey there! So youre new around here right? How are you liking it so far?

Rio stands-- for most-- seemingly alone.  Of course, 55 isn't exactly most in Rio's case. 

She finds him swarmed  with numerous ghostly entities, gathering close to him as though trapped in an invisible bowl with him.  Some weep and wail in an orbit about him, others seem more set on trying to interact with Rio despite his insistence to ignore them.  They grip at him, lunge through him, latch on to him possessively, scream at him, cry at him...yet not a single word is spoken.  It seems that something is preventing them from speaking; that they've lost control over themselves to the point that they can only act out of emotion now. 

A few of these spirits actually pay mind to 55 as she approaches.  They turn their heads to her, spitting and hissing in hostility.

It's a wonder how Rio himself notices 55's greeting over the great ruckus of his claustrophobic bubble of his, but he turns his head to her and forces up a small, tired looking smile.

Rio:  It's a bit...  Crowded.  As usual.

He states slowly, acknowledging 55's...physicality.  He then goes onto ponder.

Rio:  Odd...  Most people like you-- that I've encountered-- wouldn't be so willing to be visible to everyone.

[ask286]

*sommersaults over and springs up next to* hey! New guy! You got any money I can borrow? I'm a dollar short of buying a dozen egg rolls, and its an emergency!! >:00

Rio:  -He makes a brief confused look before glancing over his shoulder to see 1010 springing up besides him like a weasel.  Rio’s taken aback by his sudden presence and shifts to his other side uncomfortably, nervously even, with a bit of a scrunched up face-  What?  -His eyes dart all over the stranger-  Egg rolls??  A-Are you serious???  Who even are you????

[theamazing1010]

What about emergencies don’t you get?? I’m 1010, and I need money for egg rolls! Hurry! This deal Won’t last long! -gives an exasperated look and waves his arms around. Boy, Egg rolls must be REALLY important if he’s this riled up-

[ask286]

-Rio stares at him really hard with a look that’s simply…  Well, confused.  He shakes his head at 1010-  …No.  Why would I give money to some— Just— Egg rolls??  Seriously??  -Rio doesn’t seem to understand the gravity of just how important these egg rolls are.  ‘Cuz dang.  They must be important.-

[theamazing1010]

YES. SERIOUSLY. And I-its! -An extremely loud boom echoes out from somewhere far, but not too far, away, 1010 looks nervous- I NEED THOSSE EGG ROLLS NOW. PLEASE ITS JUST A DOLLAR AND 23 CENTS

[ask286]

- Rio looks off towards the sound of the explosion, pupils expanding for a second as he widens his eyes in a surprised expression. He then shifts his focus straight back to 1010- You said it was just a dollar earlier! -he scowls at him now. How dare he lie about 23 cents-

[theamazing1010]

I didn’t take into account sales tax until literally three seconds ago! Why are you so picky?? Its literally one dollar and one quarter! Who even are you? Why did I choose such a stickler to get money from?? -tenten looks erratic now, looking between him and the booming noises in the distance-

[ask286]

Why are you asking ME?? I don't know you-- and I don't LIKE you either! -he looks towards the explosion again, half of his mouth frowning a bit in what must be concern- What's going on over there? -he whips his attention back to 1010- And don't tell me that you don't know, Egg roll, I know you're involved somehow.