Why do good intentions fuck you up so bad that you can never get better?

Character Name: Ryker Villegas

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Physical Appearance: Okay, so maybe Ryker has looked better, or seen better days. So what? He saw one hell of a night. And sure, maybe he’s got dark circles under his eyes and a tendency to fall asleep whenever he sits down for too long. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s doing great, even when his brown eyes can get glassy, and his hair, so blonde that people call it white, has become an unsolvable mess of tangled strands. At least his complexion is still good! Well, sort of. His pores aren’t great, and Ryker’s naturally pale skin is abnormally pasty. Maybe that’s why he’s cold all the time now because of a lack of sun or something? At least the layers hide his track marks, right?

Personality: Not everyone is a good person - No, scratch that. It’s not the fact that not everyone is a good person, it’s that all good people, most good people, still do bad things. They do things they regret and they feel guilty because guilt is a good thing, isn’t it? It reminds you that you’re still a good person because you regret it. Ryker regrets a lot. Maybe that’s where the drinking came from? Or maybe it was a just a kid being stupid? He really is smart, though, got all the way up to pre-calc in his junior year. He’s always had a bright smile, been friendly to others, and aimed for being the life of the party. It’s too bad his anger started getting him into fights. But good people aren’t perfect, either. He swears too much, talks with his mouth full, and takes jokes too far. And that’s okay, isn’t it?

Past: Honestly, he used to be the sweetest kid. He still is! Ms. Moyer down at the corner store said that all the time whenever she saw him on the way to school or hospital or anywhere else really. If it wasn’t for his friends, maybe he’d still be alive to see her. After his mom’s relapse, however, and well, what happened to his brother, Ryker seemed to stumble a bit. He started stumbling a lot more after a few drinks too, and the drugs only steadied his feet for so long. But that’s how it goes, right? You remove one block from the bottom of a tower and suddenly the whole thing comes crumbling down on top of you. If it hadn’t been the overdose, surely the tower would have killed him.

Reason To Live: Does there have to be a reason? Can’t it just be better than wallowing for all eternity? Damn, so much for the third degree.

Other: Anyone know where one can get cocaine in the afterlife?