Post by ray on Aug 11, 2009 20:25:55 GMT -5
Morphs-Wolf Dog, Brown Pelican, False Honey Ant, Alligator, 37 posts ~ Leroy's Note
Name: Raymond Sicamore (Ray)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Ray has black hair that’s fairly choppy. His eyes are a dark black as well. He is fairly well built, with a ton of muscle toning his body. He prefers to wear dark clothing. About five foot nine inches, and extremely tan.
Personality: Loving and kind to those who get to know him. He puts up a front to those he can’t trust, so often he’s seen as a cruel and heartless boy. He’s also adventures and wild. Ray is also very loyal to those whom he can trust, and would die for his friends.
Biography: Ray was born into a poor family, so he was often found working hard to support them the best he could. He had almost no material possessions growing up, which made him start to get greedy as he started to get exposed to material items. Before that, he was exposed to animals that his father brought in to the farm where he was born, taking care of them when sick or injured. Because of this, he grew a love for animals.
Although that love never changed, when he was brought into school and shown the different things he’d been missing, he started to want more and more of it. His parents, of course, couldn’t afford it. So he often got hand-me-downs for clothing, and the games he played weren’t top notch. He was made fun of constantly because of it. That’s when the stealing started.
Ray was a smart kid. He was able to hack computers in small amounts, get codes if he could. So as he progressively learned more and more about security, he started to learn he could get what he wanted. It was all to simple to him. Stealing became his sport, his life. He was able to get anything, and he was safe with it. He also had good stealth, a quality needed for the type of work he started to do. Stealing computers and such.
No one found out, except for his best friend who helped him out on occasions. He was still the smart, strong kid from school who was doing great! No one had to find out about all of that…
Except, Specter did…
How they were recruited:
Ray took in a heavy breath and closed his eyes, walking down the street. No one noticed him. No one noticed his new shoes or shirt. No one noticed his hands in his new denim jeans. No one noticed as he walked past the store he had gotten the clothing from last night. No one suspected that they were missing anything that might have linked them to him.
All to quickly, he felt someone’s eyes on his back. He didn’t look, of course. That would have been rude. Yet, he was still curiuse…It didn’t make sense for anyone to look at a nobody like him. After all, that’s all he was. A nobody.
It took several seconds until he finally spun around, glaring at the one who so obviously was looking at him.
“Can I help you?” Ray said this in a calm voice, not daring to let any panic out. The other just chuckled and shook his head. Then suddenly he looked up again, and squinted.
“Sicamore, right? Ray Sicamore?” His voice was deep and calming.
“How do you know my name?” Ray whispered horsey. He had yet to see one who actually acknowledged him. That couldn’t be good.
“We know a lot about you, Sicamore…If you want to find out just how much, meet me in the parking lot in half an hour…Don’t be late.”
Although the offer wasn’t that tempting, Ray couldn’t resist. The thought that this man might know something of him was to…Freighting.
So in a half an hour he walked out to the near empty parking lot, and looked around for the man. After only a few minutes, Ray spotted him and walked up casually.
“What did you want?” He growled. “What do you know?”
“Much more than I’m sure you wish we’d know. For example…We know about all your crimes…Stealing countless, millions of dollars worth of merchandise? I see your wearing some now…I know that you came from a family of poor, and have a deep love for animals…One of them being of the name Spirit, am I correct? A wolf dog of sorts? Yes, we know a ton about you, Ray.”
His heart had almost stopped.
“If you know so much, what kind of computer did I supposedly steal?”
“Apple. Fifty two gigabits.” His mouth went dry.
“You won’t tell anyone…”
“You know full well we will.”
For a second, Ray stopped and looked at the man. A smirk played on his face as he watched. He was enjoying this.
“What do you want me to do? Bow down to your will?”
“Something like that…” He paused then looked away. “You have skills that we need. Brons and brains are something hard to come by these days…If you join us, I promise you that I will tell no one. You will be wiped of this existence of yours, and have a much better time and an easier way of life…We will tell no one, and you will get another chance…”
The offer was good, something he didn’t want to turn down. The black mail was also a thing he feared…The mocking would only continue if he stayed and was found out.
“When do I start?”
Preferred Job: Animal Shelter
First morph: Wolf-dog hybrid. While working at the shelter, an injured one had been brought in near death. He wasn’t thinking at the time, and started to pet it to comfort it. It reminded him of his old friend, and as he started to remember them he pictured the old dog in his mind. He didn’t even know he was acquiring the DNA until afterwards.
Name: Raymond Sicamore (Ray)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Ray has black hair that’s fairly choppy. His eyes are a dark black as well. He is fairly well built, with a ton of muscle toning his body. He prefers to wear dark clothing. About five foot nine inches, and extremely tan.
Personality: Loving and kind to those who get to know him. He puts up a front to those he can’t trust, so often he’s seen as a cruel and heartless boy. He’s also adventures and wild. Ray is also very loyal to those whom he can trust, and would die for his friends.
Biography: Ray was born into a poor family, so he was often found working hard to support them the best he could. He had almost no material possessions growing up, which made him start to get greedy as he started to get exposed to material items. Before that, he was exposed to animals that his father brought in to the farm where he was born, taking care of them when sick or injured. Because of this, he grew a love for animals.
Although that love never changed, when he was brought into school and shown the different things he’d been missing, he started to want more and more of it. His parents, of course, couldn’t afford it. So he often got hand-me-downs for clothing, and the games he played weren’t top notch. He was made fun of constantly because of it. That’s when the stealing started.
Ray was a smart kid. He was able to hack computers in small amounts, get codes if he could. So as he progressively learned more and more about security, he started to learn he could get what he wanted. It was all to simple to him. Stealing became his sport, his life. He was able to get anything, and he was safe with it. He also had good stealth, a quality needed for the type of work he started to do. Stealing computers and such.
No one found out, except for his best friend who helped him out on occasions. He was still the smart, strong kid from school who was doing great! No one had to find out about all of that…
Except, Specter did…
How they were recruited:
Ray took in a heavy breath and closed his eyes, walking down the street. No one noticed him. No one noticed his new shoes or shirt. No one noticed his hands in his new denim jeans. No one noticed as he walked past the store he had gotten the clothing from last night. No one suspected that they were missing anything that might have linked them to him.
All to quickly, he felt someone’s eyes on his back. He didn’t look, of course. That would have been rude. Yet, he was still curiuse…It didn’t make sense for anyone to look at a nobody like him. After all, that’s all he was. A nobody.
It took several seconds until he finally spun around, glaring at the one who so obviously was looking at him.
“Can I help you?” Ray said this in a calm voice, not daring to let any panic out. The other just chuckled and shook his head. Then suddenly he looked up again, and squinted.
“Sicamore, right? Ray Sicamore?” His voice was deep and calming.
“How do you know my name?” Ray whispered horsey. He had yet to see one who actually acknowledged him. That couldn’t be good.
“We know a lot about you, Sicamore…If you want to find out just how much, meet me in the parking lot in half an hour…Don’t be late.”
Although the offer wasn’t that tempting, Ray couldn’t resist. The thought that this man might know something of him was to…Freighting.
So in a half an hour he walked out to the near empty parking lot, and looked around for the man. After only a few minutes, Ray spotted him and walked up casually.
“What did you want?” He growled. “What do you know?”
“Much more than I’m sure you wish we’d know. For example…We know about all your crimes…Stealing countless, millions of dollars worth of merchandise? I see your wearing some now…I know that you came from a family of poor, and have a deep love for animals…One of them being of the name Spirit, am I correct? A wolf dog of sorts? Yes, we know a ton about you, Ray.”
His heart had almost stopped.
“If you know so much, what kind of computer did I supposedly steal?”
“Apple. Fifty two gigabits.” His mouth went dry.
“You won’t tell anyone…”
“You know full well we will.”
For a second, Ray stopped and looked at the man. A smirk played on his face as he watched. He was enjoying this.
“What do you want me to do? Bow down to your will?”
“Something like that…” He paused then looked away. “You have skills that we need. Brons and brains are something hard to come by these days…If you join us, I promise you that I will tell no one. You will be wiped of this existence of yours, and have a much better time and an easier way of life…We will tell no one, and you will get another chance…”
The offer was good, something he didn’t want to turn down. The black mail was also a thing he feared…The mocking would only continue if he stayed and was found out.
“When do I start?”
Preferred Job: Animal Shelter
First morph: Wolf-dog hybrid. While working at the shelter, an injured one had been brought in near death. He wasn’t thinking at the time, and started to pet it to comfort it. It reminded him of his old friend, and as he started to remember them he pictured the old dog in his mind. He didn’t even know he was acquiring the DNA until afterwards.
