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| "Syd's steps immediately stopped to the sound of his voice, brow knitting together in confusion as a troubled frown settled upon her lips...She couldn't be that strung out, could she? Her voice is barely a whisper. '...Aryk?' Aryk stands behind her, a faint smile touching upon those tiers as he whispers in turn. 'Yeah..' His head bows, a soft kiss brushed against her shoulder. 'I wasn't dead..' Tears spring to Syd's eyes, her lower lip trembling slightly as her heart beat picked up. She was too afraid to turn around, thinking this was all a dream and that he would dissapear on her if she did." |
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| Someone once told him he could sneak up on a cat if he wanted to.. Though unintentional most times, he's seemed to have perfected the element of surprise. Sometimes though, he just likes to step up behind people and wait for them to jump when he says something. Heheh..It's funnier that way. |
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| Out of his closest friends, Aryk is like a middle man. Somehow finding a medium between Ezra's calmness, Syd's rambunctiousness, Ian's dry wit and irony, Israel's way of being cool and mysterious, and Wynter's way of being withdrawn from the world and just plain evil when she wants to be. He somehow managed to carry all of those traits and yet remain a complete individual. |
| Though out of all of his friends, he's the most prone to violence.. After all, he's got years of being an overprotective older brother under his belt. Someone's gotta be a fighter. Depending upon the circumstance, he can either have a very long, or a very short fuse. |
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| Aryk doesn't do drugs. He doesn't drink. And though he keeps Syd from doing either, he doesn't care if anyone else does. Unless he can see it's ruining their lives. |
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| He loves his friends and family. Just as much as he loves Syd. (Even -if- the 'm' word terrifies him) He's willing to die for any of them. ..Again. |
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