Ronan

A Ronan is typically an average height blondish brown haired guy with luscious curls. He typically wears a hat, making him look like some kind of majestic Sam Sulek. Ronans usually walk around in a manner that is incredibly aggressive and confident, completely unintentionally. Aside from his athletic walk the guy has the worst case of resting bitch face you'll ever see. Only makes him look three times as handesome though. His eyes look like he's seen the traumas of war half the time and he's pretty quiet and mysterious. Then again, the guy will shift from looking like a handesome vietnam veteran to a laughing manic. The guy is either loud and funny as fucking hell, or quiet and scary as fucking hell. Personally, I'd ride his undoubtedly massive cock any day. He's always wearing a longsleeve and a jacket with joggers, and he's always carrying at least two bags with him. The guy seems prepared for anything and is incredibly kind. This motherfucker is a scary sweet talker too because the guy isn't afraid of anything. Low key think he's a nymphomaniac. This motherfucker has been in more school fights than you can count and is super nice until you fix with him. The guy can speak norwedgian and plays drumset incredibly well. You'll forget how built the guy is until swim unit comes around or the motherfucker shows up in a tight shirt. He's got a fucking eight pack for gods sake. He pulls men and women alike.

Damon: "shit dude I wonder why he always seems so intilectual and distant. It's like he's got a plan for everything, and half the time just responds in cool one liners."
Venessa: "I'm wet."
Damon: "I came."
Venessa: "he's mine Damon."
Damon: "Nuh uh. Ronan is MY daddy."