I asked @ashanti_9 to write a backstory for Ryle and Rayne and this is the story she made for Rayne. I made the OC but she made the story. I repeat: this is not my work. The character is mine, but not the story. Please give @ashanti_9 credit and tell her that she did a good job! Also, if you want her to write stories for your OC's, then ask her! She wants to do it!
"You're breaking up with me? Why? What did I ever do?"
"You're a jerk and a lier. I saw you with her!"
"I wasn't with anybody."
"Yes you were!" The girl stormed out of the room, leaving Ryle behind.
"Breaking up with me... who would ever..." He rolled his eyes. "I'm done with girls!! They cause way too much drama!" He threw his hands up in the air. He stormed out of the room and out of the school. The cold air pierced his skin, but he didn't notice. He needed to get out of here. Someplace that nobody would find him. He began running. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew that he was running. He was going to be in a lot of trouble for running away. He breath came out in short pants and he was beginning to feel his legs burn when he came upon the forest. He slowed to a jog and entered. The snow was a little less bearing, but still falling. The bare canopy of trees became thicker as he went farther and farther. Soon, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to stop.
"Hello?" His voice echoed in the empty forest. "I must've ran a lot. Nobody will find me here." He smiled to himself. He began walking once more and found a clearing. There was some abandoned camping equipment along with some hunting gear. It was as if someone had made it all for him. He picked up the crossbow on a table.
"Whoa." He whispered.
For the next couple of days, Ryle kept a low profile. He didn't light a fire in the same place twice and he didn't dare make a noise in fear of being found.
He was on a hunting trip for food when he heard the running. He hurried to the sewer and hid there in the darkness. The footsteps drew nearer and slowed to a stumble. On the other end, someone entered the sewer. Ryle began breathing slower and quieter. The person didn't move a muscle. Is was not until more footsteps had past that Ryle could fully see the boy. He was handsome. His hair was underneath a beanie, but he could see the blonde plastered against his face. His glasses were halfway down the bridge of his nose. He held a notebook against his chest.
"Hello?" Ryle said in the darkness.
"Who are you?" The boy replied.
"I'm Ryle." He returned.
He could see the boy tremble. "I-I'm Rayne."
Ryle could see his clothes. He looked as if he came straight out of a mansion. "What is a boy like you doing here? Don't you have a palace or something?"
He saw the boy shake his head. "R-running away." He murmured.
"Running away?" He saw the boy shake his head again. Ryle considered it and held his hand out. "Here, I have a good place that you can stay. If you'd like."
He watched the boy slowly reach out. The boy's hand was warm despite the harsh weather. He led the boy into the small clearing he had built for himself. He squeezed the boy's hand.
"It's not much but you can stay if you want." He watched the boy nod his head. The boy walked into the tent. Ryle smiled. Finally, someone he could make a home with.