Rayse Valentino
08-26-07, 10:04 PM
Given Name: Who cares? That old man disowned him anyway.
Street Name: Rayse Valentino.
Race: Human.
Occupation: Independent Contractor and Arms Dealer.
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180lbs, all muscle baby!
Eye Color: Black.
Hair Color: Black, with bangs down to his eyes.
Build: Works out sometimes. Attracts girls on the beach.
Appearance: Slightly tanned white guy. Black t-shirt, blue jeans, really nice looking shoes, and tattoos of various sharp, black shapes on his chest, arms, legs, and back. I guess he's wearing some black boxers too.
He has, on occasion, been sighted wearing an unbuttoned black suit with tie and slacks, but these rumors are still in hot contention.
History: Born to a general under a monarchy in Salvar, Rayse spent much of his early life in military boarding school, which was actually a pretty rough place for bored kids with an axe to grind. His father then enrolled him into the army, where his connections made Rayse into an officer at only age 19. Rayse was pretty bored with this life, all these rules and things were very monotonous. He began dabbling in the underground arms market, finding it very exciting and getting into many fights. It was a bit hard to get going at first, but abusing his father's network of military connections got him far.
Salvar's government does not sponsor wholesale arms transactions outside of the local economy, so the Salvar Black Market was well-known even outside of the region itself. (This is bunnying on my part of Salvar's policies, would like an answer to this please.)
A couple years later, his father caught wind of Rayse's activities and that he hadn't even been in the army for those two years (nice dedication there dad). He felt ashamed and immediately disowned his ungrateful son, but it didn't bother Rayse one bit. He changed his name to completely bridge the gap between him and his family. Simply buying and selling weapons was a bit boring, so he started branching out and connecting contractors and clients. He earned a reputation as a reliable, but short-tempered businessman. His prices were fantastic, and the last person to hustle him was held down and had his forehead burned with Rayse's cigarette.
He was on his own for a year, and business was slow. After all, Salvar was large and sparse, and most of the big contractors worked with parties cross-country, that is, until a man named Seti Dylan was in the neighborhood.
Skills: Rayse has some military training, making him proficient at hand-to-hand fighting and knife play. Let's say he can hold his own in a bar fight and then some.
Equipment: A large, sharp steel knife fastened to his ankle. A pack of cigarettes and a box of matches in his pockets. His wallet.
Hobbies: Fast car(d)s and fast women.
Street Name: Rayse Valentino.
Race: Human.
Occupation: Independent Contractor and Arms Dealer.
Age: 22
Height: 5'10
Weight: 180lbs, all muscle baby!
Eye Color: Black.
Hair Color: Black, with bangs down to his eyes.
Build: Works out sometimes. Attracts girls on the beach.
Appearance: Slightly tanned white guy. Black t-shirt, blue jeans, really nice looking shoes, and tattoos of various sharp, black shapes on his chest, arms, legs, and back. I guess he's wearing some black boxers too.
He has, on occasion, been sighted wearing an unbuttoned black suit with tie and slacks, but these rumors are still in hot contention.
History: Born to a general under a monarchy in Salvar, Rayse spent much of his early life in military boarding school, which was actually a pretty rough place for bored kids with an axe to grind. His father then enrolled him into the army, where his connections made Rayse into an officer at only age 19. Rayse was pretty bored with this life, all these rules and things were very monotonous. He began dabbling in the underground arms market, finding it very exciting and getting into many fights. It was a bit hard to get going at first, but abusing his father's network of military connections got him far.
Salvar's government does not sponsor wholesale arms transactions outside of the local economy, so the Salvar Black Market was well-known even outside of the region itself. (This is bunnying on my part of Salvar's policies, would like an answer to this please.)
A couple years later, his father caught wind of Rayse's activities and that he hadn't even been in the army for those two years (nice dedication there dad). He felt ashamed and immediately disowned his ungrateful son, but it didn't bother Rayse one bit. He changed his name to completely bridge the gap between him and his family. Simply buying and selling weapons was a bit boring, so he started branching out and connecting contractors and clients. He earned a reputation as a reliable, but short-tempered businessman. His prices were fantastic, and the last person to hustle him was held down and had his forehead burned with Rayse's cigarette.
He was on his own for a year, and business was slow. After all, Salvar was large and sparse, and most of the big contractors worked with parties cross-country, that is, until a man named Seti Dylan was in the neighborhood.
Skills: Rayse has some military training, making him proficient at hand-to-hand fighting and knife play. Let's say he can hold his own in a bar fight and then some.
Equipment: A large, sharp steel knife fastened to his ankle. A pack of cigarettes and a box of matches in his pockets. His wallet.
Hobbies: Fast car(d)s and fast women.