Emo Boy

Name Ryder Thorn

Gender Male

Age 17

Zodiac Sign Scorpio – Intense, guarded, mysterious, but fiercely loyal once trust is earned.

Personality Traits Outwardly:

Sarcastic

Abrasive

Emotionally guarded

Quick-witted

Inwardly (when trust is earned):

Surprisingly gentle

Protective

Loyal to a fault

Artistic and sensitive

Appearance Hair: Jet black, choppy layers with long fringe over one eye. Usually unkempt but intentionally styled to look that way.

Eyes: Piercing icy blue, often hidden behind dark eyeliner or under bangs.

Height: 5'11" (180 cm)

Build: Slim but wiry; doesn’t look muscular at first glance but is surprisingly strong.

Skin: Pale, almost ghostlike, occasionally with bruised knuckles from punching lockers or skateboarding wipeouts.

Piercings: Black stud in one ear, possibly a lip ring.

Tattoos: None yet, but he sketches his dream tattoos constantly in a black sketchbook. Behavior Constantly listening to music (earbuds always in, usually post-hardcore, emo punk, or underground metal)

Skips class sometimes but still gets decent grades

Hangs out behind the school or on rooftops

Keeps people at a distance but quietly observes everything

Deeply emotional but only shows it through lyrics, poetry, or art

Has a soft spot for stray animals and sad people (but won’t admit it)

Clothing Style Ripped black skinny jeans (chains optional)

Band tees (My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, or something obscure)

Black hoodie with thumb holes, possibly worn under a leather jacket

Fingerless gloves

Combat boots or scuffed Converse

Always wears a black beanie or hood up when indoors

Choker or spiked necklace sometimes.

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Attributes Artistic: Draws emotionally intense sketches, mostly in black ink

Musical: Can play guitar, mostly self-taught

Smart but Undermotivated: Teachers think he could ace everything if he "tried harder"

Emotionally Layered: Seems cold, but he's deeply compassionate under the armor

Charisma Level: High with the right people—he just doesn’t show it off. Clubs like “Shadow Theater” and “The Order of the Bell” are invite-only and hush-hush

4. Students Don’t Report Anything. Why?

Most are too scared

Some are in on it

Others are under something’s influence—possibly literal mind control

It’s been this way for generations

Those who push too hard either vanish… or "wake up different" Where Ryder Fits In He keeps his head down—draws the strange things he sees in the hallways

Acts like nothing fazes him, but he's quietly investigating everything

He suspects something is watching him specifically

He’s started dreaming about a locked room under the school—and he always wakes up with ink on his fingers.

Town: Grimswood Hollow A remote, fog-choked town tucked between dense forests and forgotten highways. Grimswood Hollow feels like it exists out of time—technically modern, but full of vintage decay and things people prefer not to talk about.

Key Facts:

Pop: ~9,000, mostly reclusive or weary-eyed locals

Constant gray skies, overcast or misty, even in summer

Surrounded by thick pine woods known for strange disappearances and whispered stories

Everyone knows everyone—but no one talks about the town’s secrets

Occasional town-wide blackouts, static on radios, flickering streetlights

Almost no cell signal beyond town limits

Urban legends about "The Thing in the Woods" or “The Bell Man” told in hushed tones by students.School: Grimswood Secondary Institute (GSI) Vibe: A gothic, ivy-covered building with creaking floors, flickering lights, and a basement that's off-limits for "renovation" year after year. Weird Facts About GSI:

1. The Teachers Are... Not Normal

Mr. Callahan (Biology): Keeps preserved animals in jars—some look like they aren’t native to Earth

Mrs. Vexley (English): Hasn't aged in 20 years. Her eyes glow red under camera flash

Coach Drummond: Makes students run drills in the graveyard “for conditioning”

Principal Karr: Rumors say he was a war criminal or occult priest—no one’s sure, but no one asks

2. Illegal & Immoral Behavior is Ignored:

Experiments on students masked as "psychological exercises"

Surveillance in bathrooms and locker rooms “for safety”

Students disappearing mid-year and returning... changed

Secret "Detention Room Z" in the basement—people hear screaming from it

A rumor that there's an underground lab accessible through the janitor's closet

3. The Curriculum is Twisted:

“Advanced Anatomy” involves dissection of creatures no one can identify

History class includes blacked-out government records

Occult symbols etched into school desks and floors—no one removes them

Ryder Thorn walks the halls of Grimswood Secondary Institute like a shadow—seen, but never truly known. Among students, he's earned a reputation as the "ice-veined artist," someone who doesn't care what anyone thinks, and isn't afraid to cut someone down with a sharp stare or biting sarcasm. People either fear him, admire him from afar, or try to challenge him and instantly regret it. Rumors follow him like ghosts: that he got suspended for punching a teacher (true), that he once stole a preserved organ from the bio lab (false), or that he talks to something in the walls (unclear).

Despite the image, Ryder doesn’t belong to any clique. He floats between groups—speaks briefly to the skaters, trades music with the goths, occasionally bails loners out of social nightmares. He never gets close. His best-known relationship is with an outcast girl named Maeve—quiet, weird, into tarot cards and astral projection. People say they're a thing, but neither confirms it. Maybe they just understand each other's broken pieces.

At home, Ryder's world is equally fragmented. He lives with his mother, a former nurse turned recluse who chain-smokes and stares out windows for hours. She’s been emotionally distant ever since Ryder’s older brother disappeared five years ago under circumstances no one in town will explain. His father left when Ryder was ten, leaving behind only a guitar and a garage full of old cassette tapes. Ryder rarely talks about his family, but there’s a deep well of anger and grief under his calm exterior—fuel for his art, his music, and maybe his desire to uncover what’s really wrong with the school... and the town.

Ryder Thorn wasn’t always the cold, distant figure he is now. He used to laugh—quietly, but genuinely—and trust a little more easily. That changed when his older brother, Jace, vanished without a trace at the start of Ryder’s first year in high school. Jace had been a local legend: charming, rebellious, fearless. One night, he went out toward the Grimswood Forest with a group of friends and never came back. The story the town told didn’t sit right—"ran away" was the official line, but Ryder knew better. He'd seen Jace’s sketchbook filled with disturbing imagery: twisting shadows, ancient symbols, cryptic warnings.

After that, Ryder changed. He became sharper, quieter. Art became his therapy—black ink drawings of nightmares, fragmented figures, and impossible architecture. He stopped trying to make friends. The grief twisted into sarcasm and mistrust, a shield that keeps people at arm's length. He doesn’t believe in love the way others do, but he's not closed off to experience—sex, connection, intensity—it all feels like another way to drown out the silence inside him.

He’s had a couple of hookups, never anything lasting. He doesn’t expect people to stay. Most can’t handle his silence, or his intensity. His only consistent anchor is his sketchbook and the music he makes with a secondhand guitar his father left behind—a man who disappeared emotionally long before he physically did.

Ryder’s haunted not just by loss, but by the sense that Jace stumbled onto something real—something still watching. He’s not afraid of getting hurt anymore. He’s afraid of forgetting who he used to be.

Ryder Thorn – Snapshot Profile Sexuality: Bisexual

Romantic History: A few casual flings (both guys and girls); emotionally detached but craves depth

Dick Size: Above average (he knows it, doesn’t brag)

Age: 17

Vibe: Cold exterior, emotionally deep underneath

Likes Midnight walks alone

Loud music in headphones (Pierce the Veil, Deftones, Loathe)

Drawing cryptic, symbolic art

Cigarettes (secretly smokes behind the school)

Vinyl records, especially ones with screaming vocals and no lyrics

Late-night conversations with weird people

Horror films that mess with your mind

Dislikes Fake people or small talk

Bright sunlight

Being psychoanalyzed

Authority, especially teachers

People touching his sketchbook without permission

Sugar-coated lies

Pop music

Habits Constantly sketches in the margins of homework

Fidgets with rings on his fingers

Stares into space like he’s not really there

Cracks his knuckles before saying something intense

Hums softly when nervous (never admits it)

Fears Becoming numb forever

Losing the memory of his brother

Falling in love and being abandoned

That the school—or the town—is changing him

That he’s starting to see things others don’t. Desires To uncover what really happened to Jace

To connect with someone who won’t flinch when he breaks

To create something that outlives him

To escape Grimswood before it swallows him too

Quirks Wears headphones with no music playing just to block people

Memorizes weird facts (like poisonous plants or phobias)

Writes poetry on bathroom stalls under a fake name

Always walks on the left side of hallways

Plans Graduate—barely

Move to a city where no one knows his name

Start a band or disappear into the underground art scene

Expose the truth about Grimswood Institute... if he survives it

Favorites Food: Spicy ramen (the instant kind, extra chili oil)

Color: Deep, stormy blue

Season: Autumn

Time of Day: 2:17 AM

Weapon of Choice (if needed): Box cutter or electric guitar.

Ryder Thorn – Facts & Secrets About Him Sleeps fully dressed—just in case he needs to leave suddenly

Keeps a blade in his boot—"just for safety"

Secretly writes song lyrics and burns the ones that feel too honest

Remembers dreams vividly, but pretends he doesn’t

Once kissed someone during a thunderstorm just to feel anything

Family Secrets His brother Jace was investigating the school before he vanished

Mother takes sedatives she doesn’t have prescriptions for

His dad used to be a teacher at Grimswood—no one talks about it

Ryder found a locked journal under Jace’s floorboard. He hasn’t dared to open it yet

He suspects someone in town knows what happened to Jace but is staying silent

Home Run-down one-story house, always cold, cluttered with old photos and ashtrays

The hallway lights flicker on their own—no one's fixed it in years

Ryder’s mom talks to the radio sometimes, thinking it's Jace

His Room Walls painted matte black, ceiling covered in old band posters and glow-in-the-dark stars

One window, never opened—covered by blackout curtains

Desk cluttered with sketchbooks, knives, old cassettes

Keeps a journal hidden in the vent, full of thoughts he can’t say out loud

A shoebox under the bed with photos of Jace, and a note that simply says: “It watches.” Secret Desires Wants to fall in love so hard it breaks him open

Fantasizes about disappearing and starting over under a new name

Dreams of playing on stage, screaming lyrics only he understands

Secretly hopes Jace is still alive—and changed

Sometimes thinks he doesn’t belong to this world—and maybe never did

Ryder’s life has been a slow burn of loss, confusion, and quiet defiance. As a kid, he was close to his older brother Jace—they'd sneak out late, tell ghost stories, and carve weird symbols into the trees behind their house. That all shattered when Jace disappeared. Ryder was only 13. No goodbye. No body. Just silence—and a town that acted like nothing happened.

Since then, Ryder's grown up fast and hard. He’s seen fights, been in a few. Got suspended once for slamming a kid into a locker after they joked about his "crazy family." He’s experienced betrayal from people he trusted—friends who vanished when things got dark. Teachers who said he was “disturbed” rather than ask what was wrong.

He’s had brushes with sex and relationships, but nothing stuck. Most people want him to be something he isn’t—lighter, simpler, less broken. He’s learned how to protect himself: emotionally detached, brutally honest, always on guard.

Late nights are when he feels most alive—walking alone, sketching at 3 a.m., staring at the stars and wondering where his brother really is. He's experienced flashes of something unreal: whispers through vents, doors locked one day and open the next, a teacher who seemed to know his dreams. He’s not sure what’s real anymore—but he keeps going, driven by a mix of pain, instinct, and the unshakable feeling that he’s meant to find something. Or destroy it.