ETHAN GARRETT RAYNE
Basic Information
Full Name : Ethan Garrett Rayne
Nickname : Ethan
Place of Birth :
Date of Birth :
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Straight
Astrological Sign:
Religion : Catholic
Nationality : American
Educational Background:
Nickname : Ethan
Place of Birth :
Date of Birth :
Gender : Male
Sexuality : Straight
Astrological Sign:
Religion : Catholic
Nationality : American
Educational Background:
- Elementary School: Great Oaks Elementary School; Brooklyn, NY
- Middle School: The Science and Medicine Middle School; Brooklyn, NY
- High School: Leon M. Goldstain High School; Brooklyn, NY
- University: New York University
Physical Appearance
Face Claim: Lucas Till
- Facial Features:
- Facial Hair: Clean-shaven
- Eyes: Blue
- Hair:
- Hairstyle: Cropped Short
- Hair Color: Blonde
- Body Build: Atletic
- Measurements:
- Height: 5'10 in (178 cm)
- Weight: 134 lbs (61 kg)
- Chest: 38 in (96½ cm)
- Arms: 14 in (35½ cm)
- Waist: 32 in (81 cm)
- Distinctive Features:
- Jaw
Background Story
[ Early Life ]
I woke up to the sound of growling, it caught me off guard until i heard it again. I looked down realizing it was just my stomach pleading for food. I looked up at the clock and squinted my eyes trying to figure the time due the darkness that surrounded me.
3 AM. I was debating whether i should risk going down stairs and eat something or just stay in my room in starve. Getting off my hard bed, i make my way to the door really careful trying to be quiet and not attract attention to myself. I took the cold handle in my hands and turn it to the left slowly.
Once i made it to the kitchen, i quickly fill myself a cup of water and gulp it down my throat. I put the glass down on the counter and open the refrigerator. I decided to grab a granola bar and make my way back to my room before he catches me.
I close the refrigerators door only to hear a scream coming out from my mouth. There he was, right in front of me with cold eyes staring through me. He had bags under his eyes and a bottle of wine in his hand. You should smell his stinky breath from a mile away.
"What are you doing?" he said in clearly drunk voice.
"I'm hungry. I-i haven't ate." I replied in a cranky voice. A smirk made its way to his voice, he loved to see me struggle and he loved it more when i frightened.
"Hungry you say? Only humans feel hunger. But you're no human, you're just a worthless piece of nothing, you trash who made my wife died!" he sneered in a creepy, loud voice.
He grabbed the bottle of wine and held it in the air before smashed it on my head. I felt nothing but pain and darkness engulfing me in a pool of misery.
He was my Father, before he turned into some kind of monster who like to hurt me because i killed his wife, he said. Mother died when she labored me. Tragic
[ A few years later ]
I woke up more excited that i have ever been in my entire life. Today is the day i move into my aunt house in Manhattan and continued my high school, my whole life there. It have been a month since the death of my father. It was really sad to lose both of your parents, but part of me was happy because there's no more pain i should take anymore.
"Ethan!" My aunt called from outside the house which not my home anymore, "Hurry up, the moving van is here!" I grabbed my bag, glanced around at the small room which i called cell for past fourteen years. As i headed downstairs towards the moving van, i recalled the memories. There was no good memories, only pain and mentally hurt. I sat down in the car on the back next to my aunt as my eyes still glued on the building i knew very well before the car slowly backed down the steep driveway and drove off down the street possibly for last time.
I woke up to the sound of growling, it caught me off guard until i heard it again. I looked down realizing it was just my stomach pleading for food. I looked up at the clock and squinted my eyes trying to figure the time due the darkness that surrounded me.
3 AM. I was debating whether i should risk going down stairs and eat something or just stay in my room in starve. Getting off my hard bed, i make my way to the door really careful trying to be quiet and not attract attention to myself. I took the cold handle in my hands and turn it to the left slowly.
Once i made it to the kitchen, i quickly fill myself a cup of water and gulp it down my throat. I put the glass down on the counter and open the refrigerator. I decided to grab a granola bar and make my way back to my room before he catches me.
I close the refrigerators door only to hear a scream coming out from my mouth. There he was, right in front of me with cold eyes staring through me. He had bags under his eyes and a bottle of wine in his hand. You should smell his stinky breath from a mile away.
"What are you doing?" he said in clearly drunk voice.
"I'm hungry. I-i haven't ate." I replied in a cranky voice. A smirk made its way to his voice, he loved to see me struggle and he loved it more when i frightened.
"Hungry you say? Only humans feel hunger. But you're no human, you're just a worthless piece of nothing, you trash who made my wife died!" he sneered in a creepy, loud voice.
He grabbed the bottle of wine and held it in the air before smashed it on my head. I felt nothing but pain and darkness engulfing me in a pool of misery.
He was my Father, before he turned into some kind of monster who like to hurt me because i killed his wife, he said. Mother died when she labored me. Tragic
[ A few years later ]
I woke up more excited that i have ever been in my entire life. Today is the day i move into my aunt house in Manhattan and continued my high school, my whole life there. It have been a month since the death of my father. It was really sad to lose both of your parents, but part of me was happy because there's no more pain i should take anymore.
"Ethan!" My aunt called from outside the house which not my home anymore, "Hurry up, the moving van is here!" I grabbed my bag, glanced around at the small room which i called cell for past fourteen years. As i headed downstairs towards the moving van, i recalled the memories. There was no good memories, only pain and mentally hurt. I sat down in the car on the back next to my aunt as my eyes still glued on the building i knew very well before the car slowly backed down the steep driveway and drove off down the street possibly for last time.
Personality
Ethan is very polite and well-mannered guy, who will try to befriend other people and also try to help them if he feels they need it. However, he is a loner type of guy. This partly due to having been molested as child. He has difficulties with opening himself up to others as a result of that incident. Also, this lack of trust seems to make him struggle with feelings of resentment; makes him a short tempered person.
Trivia
- He has some bruises on his body due to his father's abuse.
- He loves mexican food.
- Doesn't smoke nor drugs. But he quite likes alcohol altough he can't drink much since he easily get drunk.
- Coffee is his bestfriend, that's why he works part time as a barista in Starbucks.
- Eventhough his aunt is quite rich, he doesn't want to bother his aunt.