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Powers: All part of his teachings of a gentleman, Ray was taught the basic uses of a rapier. His father taught him a series of techniques used for any light sword, some even beyond the 'syllabus'. Ray became a prodigy in this art, however is inexperienced in actual battle, and thus is useless in genuine combat.
Weapons: Even before his eventful trip on the RLS Renegade, he was trained to wield a sword. He was given his own sword when he was but ten years old by his father. The blade's shape is like that of an Italian rapier, with a curved edge. It bears decorative engravings across it. The hilt is again like that of a traditional Italian rapier. It is formed from a decorative series of curves and weaves of golden metal to protect and to entrance. It bears no cross-guard
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Appearance: An 'almost' common 14 year old boy from the Montressor spaceport. He bears black hair, spiking slightly around the edges, with fairly over-grown side burns. Despite his lack of care for it, it has always naturally formed this style in default.
With a confident face, Ray is usually seen bearing a content, serious face, almost frowning and sometimes lifeless. But when working or day-dreaming, he can be seen either practising with his sword with a stern expression as his father, or with an almost blank, but solemn expression. He is always seen wearing the same clothes.
He wears a red-ochre suit, with a similar coloured cravat on an open collar. underneath there is a black waistcoat with buckles on the shoulders. A silver pocket watch also hangs from his waistcoat pocket. A white shirt in worn underneath with no flapping sleeves, but a series of circular cuffs pin the sleeves. His belt bears two separate buckles which sway down to his knees on both sides of him to bear his sword. He wears (again) red-ochre trousers and constantly polished black, pointed shoes.
Personality: Ray, being raised a formal gentleman, is pompous, cocky, picky, and fairly curious. Childhood and it's attributes however dull this however with innocence. He likes to think he is experienced, and can take on any situation. Unless approached by an authority, Ray looks down on commoners, but the thought is slightly tainted by his curiosity to know of them before full judgment.
If Ray was to confront an enemy who meant physical harm, of course he would take on the challenge with confidence (more or less, despite the nervous twitch of limbs), finding himself with hand on the floor and no sword in hand.
On situations like this where disputes on any value take place, Ray usually depends on his father to drag him out. His father has somewhat regretted spoon-feeding his son in some aspects, but Ray is yet to learn to defend both himself and others.
He has never had friends on a very high level. 'Financial and social acquaintances' would fit the title more to those who are without disputes with Ray. He has only attempted to defend but one person, but the results were not very appealing. When inexperienced, Heartless should only be approached with a Keyblade, an item absent in this situation. Since then, Ray has feared both the heartless and has feared protection.
This fear does not point to the aspect itself, but to Ray's use of it. His atrocity to protection has caused him to try to avoid it altogether. This partially explains why he has never had a 'true' friend ever since. Defense on all levels is something Ray is sure to frequently encounter on his travels.
Ray has always been curious of the outside world, like many other teenagers. Despite his noble duties, this particular childhood desire always tugged on his sleeves. Reading books showed him the known universe via holograms, but he still longed to see and experience these places with his own eyes.
He is not a very good learner through other people, unless their teaching skills are some-what prodigious, but his self-teaching skills are in fact on this level. Once begun, Ray can easily delve into his research and efficiently learn off any book or artificial data (computer documents, books etc.). Intellectually this has made him capable of the world for a pantheon of real-life problems, but this still renders him useless socially.
His study has raised his intellect to the level that he can calculate what someone may be thinking, or their motives on actions, but these are simply calculations; and if Ansem couldn't predict the heart through this method, it is very unlikely Ray can do the same and succeed in predicting the actions of the heart.
The word 'friend' and 'heart' have little meaning to him. He has always thought friendship as a superficial bond between two beings which only barres a series of solution. Ray sees this pointless, to limit the amount of methods to solve a problem. But childhood says otherwise. Friends, a thing he has never truly experienced. He wishes to experience the motive of 'loving and being loved'.
Of course his father loved him, but that isn't a 'friend' on dictionary perspective, a side Ray likes to use to obtain optimum accuracy. One friend has been available to him, but as said earlier, that didn't quite turn out so well. This feeling is but a small candle-light, but it's his choice if he wishes to blow it out.
Original world:Montressor
Current world:Twilight Town
History: Ray has always lived on Montressor spaceport. Living the life of a noble-man's son, he was always safe from all manners of harm, despite gentlemanly discipline.
He went to the planet Montressor regularly, but not for leisure or for the visit of a family friend, but only for school (after all, why would there be any form of 'school' in a spaceport?). This particular school was not the best in the galaxy, however it was the best on Montressor, and Ray's father was paying extra for better teachers and better effort.
Despite all this however, Ray learned a majority of his studies in the spaceport in his father's pandemonium of books where he could read and learn with full enthusiasm where he can't be bored by what Ray thought as the 'intellectually discouraging' teachers of Montressor.
When Ray turned nine, his father began to teach him of the sword. Of course he had no purpose of Ray using this skill in real battle, but only for performance on certain occasions. Until he was thirteen, he would only use a practice fencing rapier. The techniques in themselves were found easy to learn, however use of them in an un-choreographed duel would be difficult to master.
Despite his prodigious intellect and wealth, he remained a bit of a loner. In breaks he would remain alone on a swing on the peak of a cliff whilst everybody else raced on their solar surfers in the gorge. But only one boy approached him by the time he turned eleven.
The boys name remained anonymous, for Ray had never asked of it, and the boy had never announced it. However their relationship flourished and remained like this for a few months (of course Ray did not reveal this to his father for he could predict the consequences).
One night however Ray received a message from this boy. It had told him to travel to the gorge. Eager to know what awaited him there, he took a solar boat and sailed to the mouth of the gorge, to the swing. The two met each other there, and Ray was demanded to take him to the depths of the great pit, for he had heard strange noises at night. Believing it was a ghost, they sailed down to the darkness and landed on a wide ledge.
However the noises weren't ghosts after all. When they had reached the bottom of the crevice, they saw malevolent, yellow eyes. Heartless had been gathering here. They immediately ran back for the boat, but by now the boat was on a tall, rocky ledge. Ray drew his sword, and attempted to fight off the demons. But he was too weak, and too scared. Instead his friend picked up Ray's sword when he was weak, and began making random slashes at the heartless. At first, they were slightly timid; but after but a few minutes, they sprang at the boy and fed on his heart. Ray's eyes closed at the sight of a hoard of heartless, and a hand limping out of the fray.
That morning he woke up in a hospital, his father sitting in a chair beside him, bearing a stern, but worried face.
By the age of twelve he was intelligent, fit, and his manners had become that of a gentleman. But he still remained a childish, curious boy who longed for the outside world. His father had always told him about the people on the Planet Montressor. They were said to be rude, stupid, undignified and uncivilized. From these worlds Ray has had a instinctive tendency to hate the commoners of the universe. But a part of him wished to meet these people himself. He longed to see the universe, to meet his father's words with his own eyes.
He pleaded his father if they could travel to a planet, where he could experience what he had read in so many books and heard from so many stories. After hearing the story of Treasure Planet however, this superficial desire would become reality.
This story above all else was the most thrilling of all. Despite it's popularity with the common people slightly degraded him, he was nevertheless fascinated by the simple adventure in the story; how "Flint swooped in out of nowhere, and vanished, without a trace".
On Ray's thirteenth birthday, he would be in for a surprise. At noon, he and his family spoiled themselves in a feast, where at it's peak, Ray was gifted with a finely crafted sword (for description, see 'Weapons'). His father soon after announced quietly that they would take a trip to another neighboring planet as an answer to his request. Ray was thrilled to hear it.
Carrying his new gift, he quickly bundled a bag of possessions, as if he were to be migrating completely. Boarding the ship, he waved a final farewell to Montressor. The ship took off into the depths of space. However on the first hours of flight, the ship was attacked by, pirates. The crew were all killed, however Ray's father set him on an emergency boat before the ship itself was destroyed. Whatever his father's fate remains unknown. Ray fled far through space for days, hunger eating away at both his flesh and sanity. When all of space seemed empty and bleak, without a single star or planet in sight, all of space flooded with blinding white light, surrounding Ray. When he awoke, he found himself in the courtyard of Twilight Town. All he wants is to get back home, but conscience tugs a familiar itch which will lead him otherwise.
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Roleplaying sample: Once again he sat on the same, brown rusted swing as he had done for the past year in this atrocious school. It may be the best on the planet but showed no sign of class at all besides the occasional chandelier. No friends to chat with, no solar surfer to impress with. Only a razor sharp rapier ready to behead any commoner who tried to beg money off him or any other approach of the sort.
So far no-one had dared. But that would change. Ah, a commoner. Brave, but in vain... this particular boy was dressed like many of the rest. A shabby, dirty human boy. Griping the hilt of his blade, Ray prepared to strike.
Now when you greet someone as a first impression, you usually announce your name and shake your approacher's hand. But what met Ray's eyes hit him like a bullet. 'You're a bit of a loner, aren't you?'
He didn't know quite what to do. This was completely unexpected. Besides cutting his throat, but still with his hand of the blade, turned his head and said, 'What did you say?' He said this in a fashion as he had heard many professors do before.
'Ah, don't worry, I'm not the most popular guy either, but I ain't surprised about you, with your fancy blade and hat and all.'
From that he realized he had been wearing his hat all this time, concealing his face. Removing it, he showed the sternness of his face.
'The hair too. Boy, if I had hair like that, the girls would be chasing me dawn till dusk. Wouldn't you say?'
he simply raised an eyebrow to the comment, for he did not understand the pun, or whatever it was.
'Not much of a talker, are you? I heard you debate all the time with the professors. I never really listen though, it usually drags on too much.'
Oh god, Ray thought, father was right, commoners... they just don't stop talking! In an attempt to silence the peasant's mouth, Ray thought it best to change the conversation. 'I haven't really seen you around have I? Do we both attend the same class?'
'Yeah, but I've been here ages. Almost 8 times the amount of time you've been here. But this is only the first time we've talked.'
Looking into the distance, Ray said, blankly 'I see.' Blinking in awareness, he carried on the conversation to once again cease voice from the peasant's mouth, 'I have never seen you particularly surfing in the gorge. Why is that? Do you not have a solar surfer?'
'Nah. I'm neither clever enough or wealthy enough to 'ave a solar surfer. But you're nice and rich, ain't ya? You should be 'avin' a nice shiny solar surfer.'
A nerve of excitement pulsed on Ray's neck. The thought of flying a solar surfer, to be able to experience the thrill of it! The thrill was uncontrollable, he had to think of something fast, something classy... 'but I guess we ain't classy enough for you though, eh?'
Finally, a relieving comment to relinquish childhood thoughts. But Ray was a child, wasn't he? He could do what he wanted and get away with it. The sheer audacity of it! But his father thought better of him, and he intended to keep that.
'Yes, you are correct. Why should I mingle with such as you?'
'Because you misjudge some of us for who we truly are.'
Ray's eyes squinted at the comment. He scoffed, then smiled gleefully. 'Do I now.'
'Yes. For instance, you misjudged me simply because of the way I dress and my settlement. You did not consider my lack of use in an atrocious, homely accent and, in your case a 'surprisingly' large vocabulary. Some of the professors also are cleverer than they look. They quiver and stammer in your presence because they are afraid of the potential consequences. Their true knowledge is faltered because of your lack of empathy.'
This lecture did not change Ray towards 'commoners'. However it did change his opinion on the boy.
'Not really. Smarts ain't really a thing to be proud of 'ere in most parts. I 'ear there's a lad in the Benbow Inn just a few miles from here who, knows a thing or too. Built his own solar surfer when he was eight. But e's a bit of a loner. Like you' Even though he was smarter than he looked, his provincial accent still sullied his speech.
This seemed new. Intelligence is looked down on by commoners. No wonder this place is such a dump. The gears in Ray's mind clicked and whirred. There was much to be learn.
From that the bell rung. The sound seemed to ring all across Montressor, for the solar surfers came flooding back in.
'Alright, that's our cue. We best be going now.'
'Indeed.' Levering himself with his sword, the two trotted down the cliff to meet the others. Even though he did not realise it now, this was to be the beginning of a very important relationship.
Aug 8, 2012 15:09:18 GMT -4
Last Edit: Aug 8, 2012 15:10:31 GMT -4 by wallweaver
Post by wallweaver on Aug 15, 2012 15:56:28 GMT -4
I was talking to kuu about how I was going to get across the worlds, and he said I should use a supernova, since it would supply enough light and energy to break the barrier without a gummi ship, also as a sort of 'star shard' type of effect. So I was wondering if I could edit that into my account.