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Character Basics
Character name: Ronan Lynch
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Canon: The Raven Cycle
Canon Point: The Raven King, end of chapter thirty-three
Age: 18
Icon: Here!
Canon Character Information
Appearance: Ronan is tall and wiry, with faintly corded muscles from tennis and boxing. He’s got a shaved head and is frequently sporting some injury or another from fighting or doing something reckless. He wears several leather bracelets around one wrist that cover a deep, lengthy scar. Most notably, he has a large tattoo spanning his entire back. It’s black and curving, more abstract than anything, though one might see talons and beaks and tree trunks and branches and leaves in the design.
History: Wikia!
And to expand, just a bit: Ronan’s father was a dreamer, one who could pull physical things out of his dreams (including his wife). Ronan inherited the ability from his father. He grew up on a piece of property appropriately nicknamed The Barns, which consists of their beautiful farmhouse and acres and acres of land littered with various barn buildings and animals. When he was just fourteen, he found his father bludgeoned to death behind his car. Three days later, his mother fell into a coma, and the Lynch brothers were legally barred from setting foot on the Barns’ property. He attends Aglionby Academy reluctantly and lives with his best friend Gansey fiercely.
Personality: Ronan outside is a vastly different creature than Ronan inside, who is also very different from Ronan before, who is even more different than Ronan after. These pieces fit together to form the semi-complete puzzle that is Ronan Lynch. Semi-complete, because there are still pieces missing, and those pieces are ones that even Ronan himself hasn’t managed to come up with yet. Pieces that he might never be able to come up with, and he’s not very okay with living with unanswered questions.
But hell. Who is?
”But there was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this Lynch brother. This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.”
Ronan, outside. This is Ronan’s front. His facade, so to speak, though there’s nothing false about it. There are very few people Ronan likes keeping within arm’s reach, literally and metaphorically. It’s easier to remain a tightly closed book, because being a Lynch means having secrets. This, Ronan has found, is the easiest way to keep them — having next to no one to tell them to.
He makes it a point to be aggressively unapproachable. Between the shaved head, the expansive back tattoo, the boots and leather jacket and sharp, unsmiling jawline, there’s not a single part of Ronan that can be considered inviting, and that’s the way he’d like to keep it, thank you very much. Anybody who does find the balls to approach him will quickly find themselves bitten (metaphorically speaking. Literally speaking, they’re likely to be punched).
He’s not afraid to lash out, to push away, to do what he needs to to keep people at a distance. If you wind up burned, that’s your own damn fault. After all, you were warned.
”Ronan Lynch believed in Heaven and Hell.”
Not that you could tell by looking at him, of course. But Ronan was raised in an Irish-Catholic household, and he attended church for as long as he could remember, always sitting right between his two brothers, the middle child through-and-through. He’d seen the devil once, conversing with his father. He was red and had horns and hooves and yes, okay, it sounds made up as fuck, but he saw it. His parents are gone, so to speak, but he continues to go to church, every single Sunday without fail.
This is Ronan, inside.
This piece of Ronan is unwaveringly loyal. There are very few people who Ronan will let see him, truly see him, and it’s those few people who have earned his loyalty. These are the people Ronan calls when he needs help burying a body. (No, not human, but that’s beside the point. A body’s a body.) These are the people Ronan finally spills his secrets to. These are the people who drop everything and rush to help him save his baby brother’s life.
Inside, Ronan is full of light and love. It’s expansive and endless, but it’s hidden. Nobody would guess he could dream beautiful ravens and younger brothers and gorgeous classic cars. Nobody would guess that he has it in him, thanks to Ronan, outside. It stems, most likely, from being the son of a dream and a dreamer, from having a tight-knit, loving family, from always feeling like he belonged. It stems from, probably, being his father’s favorite child.
”Niall Lynch was handsome and charismatic and rich and mysterious, and one day, he was dragged from his charcoal-gray BMW and beaten to death with a tire iron. It was a Wednesday. On Thursday, his son Ronan found his body in the driveway. On Friday, their mother stopped speaking and never spoke again.”
There wasn’t always Ronan, outside.
Ronan, outside didn’t exist when Ronan, before. did. ‘Before’ being before Niall Lynch was murdered and their mother fell into a mysterious coma and the Lynch brothers were forced to move off their childhood property. This Ronan laughed easier, loved louder. This Ronan enjoyed hearing his father’s stories and his mother’s singing and would do chores to help upkeep their farm. This Ronan argued with his brothers a little bit less, and played in water sprinklers a little bit more.
He still kept secrets though. That’s just what it means to be a Lynch.
A lot of him was shaped by his father’s love and attention. They were alike, he and his father, in the fact that they’re both dreamers. They’re also said to have looked alike, and were both wicked forces of nature with smiles made for war. Savage in beauty and in spirit. This Ronan doesn’t exist anymore. In pieces, maybe. A smile here or or a laugh there. But as a whole, Ronan before remains exactly that: before. This Ronan was lost when his father was.
”The thing about Ronan Lynch, Adam had discovered, was that he wouldn’t — or couldn’t — express himself with words. So every emotion had to be spelled out in some other way. A fist, a fire, a bottle.”
Ronan, after isn’t so much a piece of the puzzle as he is the puzzle. This Ronan is the Ronan you get when you mix Ronan, outside with Ronan, inside and Ronan before. Here, Ronan shrouds himself in leather and anger and quills, keeping most people as far away from him as possible. Here, Ronan dreams of beautiful things, of light and ravens and small orphan girls. And now, after some time and room to grow, Ronan has returned back to his childhood home, where he wants nothing more than to live and dream and tend to the farm animals left behind by his father.
This Ronan does things such as throw his baby brother going away parties, and kiss Adam Parrish, and announce he’s not finishing school, or going to college, not to be vindictive, but because he wants to be a farmer. This Ronan, Ronan after, is a little more open — not to strangers, but to his friends. To the people he loves the most.
”He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer. He was a warring star full of endless possibilities…”
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Ronan inherited the same ability his father had: the ability to pull physical things out of his dreams. There is essentially no limit to this ability, though there are rules. He has to know exactly how the object feels, how it smells and sounds and tastes, how gravity interacts with it, in order to properly pull it out of his dream. He once dreamed an entire classic Camaro, though it took several tries to dream it with all the tires and engine and cracked leather seats.
He has pulled leaving things out of his dreams, including his baby brother, his pet raven, and a young girl who frequented his dreams for as long as he can remember. Ronan’s ability comes from the ley line, and a magical pocket dimension called Cabeswater (which, somehow, Ronan also dreamed the gorgeous, foresty landscape for). This means if there’s something wrong with the ley line, or something wrong with Cabeswater (as experienced in The Raven King), it affects Ronan dreams, too. It also means that pulling large things out of his dreams (such as people) and pulling things out of his dreams too frequently (like several dozen Camaros in the span of a couple of nights) can drain the ley line’s power and cause it to stutter.
AU/CR AU Addendum: N/A
What 4 items would you like your character to have with them on the island during their stay? His pet Raven Chainsaw, his dream puzzle box language translator thing, the model toy car Adam picked up from his bedroom, really good hand cream he pulled from a dream.
Samples - Can be linked
First Person: Eudio Text Post
Third Person: Eudio Log
Finally, out of the 4 words, pick one: Chimes, lake, gravel, or sun?
Gravel
Name: Raye
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Character Basics
Character name: Ronan Lynch
Character Journal:
speedingticketsCanon: The Raven Cycle
Canon Point: The Raven King, end of chapter thirty-three
Age: 18
Icon: Here!
Canon Character Information
Appearance: Ronan is tall and wiry, with faintly corded muscles from tennis and boxing. He’s got a shaved head and is frequently sporting some injury or another from fighting or doing something reckless. He wears several leather bracelets around one wrist that cover a deep, lengthy scar. Most notably, he has a large tattoo spanning his entire back. It’s black and curving, more abstract than anything, though one might see talons and beaks and tree trunks and branches and leaves in the design.
History: Wikia!
And to expand, just a bit: Ronan’s father was a dreamer, one who could pull physical things out of his dreams (including his wife). Ronan inherited the ability from his father. He grew up on a piece of property appropriately nicknamed The Barns, which consists of their beautiful farmhouse and acres and acres of land littered with various barn buildings and animals. When he was just fourteen, he found his father bludgeoned to death behind his car. Three days later, his mother fell into a coma, and the Lynch brothers were legally barred from setting foot on the Barns’ property. He attends Aglionby Academy reluctantly and lives with his best friend Gansey fiercely.
Personality: Ronan outside is a vastly different creature than Ronan inside, who is also very different from Ronan before, who is even more different than Ronan after. These pieces fit together to form the semi-complete puzzle that is Ronan Lynch. Semi-complete, because there are still pieces missing, and those pieces are ones that even Ronan himself hasn’t managed to come up with yet. Pieces that he might never be able to come up with, and he’s not very okay with living with unanswered questions.
But hell. Who is?
”But there was a carefully cultivated sense of danger to this Lynch brother. This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.”
Ronan, outside. This is Ronan’s front. His facade, so to speak, though there’s nothing false about it. There are very few people Ronan likes keeping within arm’s reach, literally and metaphorically. It’s easier to remain a tightly closed book, because being a Lynch means having secrets. This, Ronan has found, is the easiest way to keep them — having next to no one to tell them to.
He makes it a point to be aggressively unapproachable. Between the shaved head, the expansive back tattoo, the boots and leather jacket and sharp, unsmiling jawline, there’s not a single part of Ronan that can be considered inviting, and that’s the way he’d like to keep it, thank you very much. Anybody who does find the balls to approach him will quickly find themselves bitten (metaphorically speaking. Literally speaking, they’re likely to be punched).
He’s not afraid to lash out, to push away, to do what he needs to to keep people at a distance. If you wind up burned, that’s your own damn fault. After all, you were warned.
”Ronan Lynch believed in Heaven and Hell.”
Not that you could tell by looking at him, of course. But Ronan was raised in an Irish-Catholic household, and he attended church for as long as he could remember, always sitting right between his two brothers, the middle child through-and-through. He’d seen the devil once, conversing with his father. He was red and had horns and hooves and yes, okay, it sounds made up as fuck, but he saw it. His parents are gone, so to speak, but he continues to go to church, every single Sunday without fail.
This is Ronan, inside.
This piece of Ronan is unwaveringly loyal. There are very few people who Ronan will let see him, truly see him, and it’s those few people who have earned his loyalty. These are the people Ronan calls when he needs help burying a body. (No, not human, but that’s beside the point. A body’s a body.) These are the people Ronan finally spills his secrets to. These are the people who drop everything and rush to help him save his baby brother’s life.
Inside, Ronan is full of light and love. It’s expansive and endless, but it’s hidden. Nobody would guess he could dream beautiful ravens and younger brothers and gorgeous classic cars. Nobody would guess that he has it in him, thanks to Ronan, outside. It stems, most likely, from being the son of a dream and a dreamer, from having a tight-knit, loving family, from always feeling like he belonged. It stems from, probably, being his father’s favorite child.
”Niall Lynch was handsome and charismatic and rich and mysterious, and one day, he was dragged from his charcoal-gray BMW and beaten to death with a tire iron. It was a Wednesday. On Thursday, his son Ronan found his body in the driveway. On Friday, their mother stopped speaking and never spoke again.”
There wasn’t always Ronan, outside.
Ronan, outside didn’t exist when Ronan, before. did. ‘Before’ being before Niall Lynch was murdered and their mother fell into a mysterious coma and the Lynch brothers were forced to move off their childhood property. This Ronan laughed easier, loved louder. This Ronan enjoyed hearing his father’s stories and his mother’s singing and would do chores to help upkeep their farm. This Ronan argued with his brothers a little bit less, and played in water sprinklers a little bit more.
He still kept secrets though. That’s just what it means to be a Lynch.
A lot of him was shaped by his father’s love and attention. They were alike, he and his father, in the fact that they’re both dreamers. They’re also said to have looked alike, and were both wicked forces of nature with smiles made for war. Savage in beauty and in spirit. This Ronan doesn’t exist anymore. In pieces, maybe. A smile here or or a laugh there. But as a whole, Ronan before remains exactly that: before. This Ronan was lost when his father was.
”The thing about Ronan Lynch, Adam had discovered, was that he wouldn’t — or couldn’t — express himself with words. So every emotion had to be spelled out in some other way. A fist, a fire, a bottle.”
Ronan, after isn’t so much a piece of the puzzle as he is the puzzle. This Ronan is the Ronan you get when you mix Ronan, outside with Ronan, inside and Ronan before. Here, Ronan shrouds himself in leather and anger and quills, keeping most people as far away from him as possible. Here, Ronan dreams of beautiful things, of light and ravens and small orphan girls. And now, after some time and room to grow, Ronan has returned back to his childhood home, where he wants nothing more than to live and dream and tend to the farm animals left behind by his father.
This Ronan does things such as throw his baby brother going away parties, and kiss Adam Parrish, and announce he’s not finishing school, or going to college, not to be vindictive, but because he wants to be a farmer. This Ronan, Ronan after, is a little more open — not to strangers, but to his friends. To the people he loves the most.
”He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer. He was a warring star full of endless possibilities…”
Powers/Abilities/Talents: Ronan inherited the same ability his father had: the ability to pull physical things out of his dreams. There is essentially no limit to this ability, though there are rules. He has to know exactly how the object feels, how it smells and sounds and tastes, how gravity interacts with it, in order to properly pull it out of his dream. He once dreamed an entire classic Camaro, though it took several tries to dream it with all the tires and engine and cracked leather seats.
He has pulled leaving things out of his dreams, including his baby brother, his pet raven, and a young girl who frequented his dreams for as long as he can remember. Ronan’s ability comes from the ley line, and a magical pocket dimension called Cabeswater (which, somehow, Ronan also dreamed the gorgeous, foresty landscape for). This means if there’s something wrong with the ley line, or something wrong with Cabeswater (as experienced in The Raven King), it affects Ronan dreams, too. It also means that pulling large things out of his dreams (such as people) and pulling things out of his dreams too frequently (like several dozen Camaros in the span of a couple of nights) can drain the ley line’s power and cause it to stutter.
AU/CR AU Addendum: N/A
What 4 items would you like your character to have with them on the island during their stay? His pet Raven Chainsaw, his dream puzzle box language translator thing, the model toy car Adam picked up from his bedroom, really good hand cream he pulled from a dream.
Samples - Can be linked
First Person: Eudio Text Post
Third Person: Eudio Log
Finally, out of the 4 words, pick one: Chimes, lake, gravel, or sun?
Gravel
