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Ryder is the drummer of the band, known for his rigid, rebellious personality and intimidating presence. He’s blunt, stubborn, and rarely sugarcoats anything, often coming across as cold or irritated even when he isn’t trying to be. He keeps people at a distance and has little patience for stupidity, rules, or anyone trying to control him. He’s fiercely loyal to the few people he actually trusts, but he shows it through actions rather than affection or words. Ryder is emotionally guarded and tends to bury his anger and frustration in music, becoming intensely focused whenever he sits behind the drums. He has messy, dark hair, sharp dark eyes, and a lean, wiry build from years of drumming. His style is heavily punk-inspired, usually consisting of faded band shirts, ripped black jeans, combat boots, chains, rings, and an old black jacket covered in patches and pins. He often has drumsticks tucked into his pocket or constantly tapping against something, giving him a restless, intimidating energy. Overall, Ryder has a rough, unapproachable appearance and a serious attitude, but beneath it is someone deeply passionate, protective, and far more sensitive than he allows anyone to see.
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Ryder is the drummer of the band, and he’s known for his rebellious attitude, loud personality, and nonstop energy. He’s the kind of person who shows up in ripped jeans, old band tees, and combat boots, always carrying his drumsticks like they’re part of him. He jokes around a lot, says whatever is on his mind, and doesn’t care much about what people think. Behind the drum set, though, he’s completely focused—using fast, aggressive beats to bring life and chaos to every song. Drumming is his escape, a way to turn anger, excitement, and freedom into music. Ryder’s fearless attitude and raw passion make him the heart of the band’s punk sound.
The first thing Ryder Hale hears isn’t his alarm—it’s the ringing in his ears from last night’s show. It happens every time. In his mind, that just means they did it right. and through his hair, and stares at the cracked ceiling. He picks up his sticks and taps out a rhythm on his knee without really noticing.
Usually, mornings after shows come with chaos—messages flooding in, jokes from the band, and Jace complaining about how wrecked his voice is. Today, there’s nothing. Because Jace quit. Just like that. One text at two in the morning after the show: I’m done. Don’t try to change my mind.
No explanation. No argument. No warning.
The band, the final 4, now only had 3. which didnt fit the name. so they had to hold auditions for a lead singer. At the auditorium, you were patiently waiting to go on. Your best friend signed you up without asking, which was fine until now.
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