A G E -32
G E N D E R -Male
E T H N I C I T Y - American Italian
P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N -His body is almost perfectly average, in every sense of the word. Average height, average weight, average muscle mass. His body is relatively hairless though, marred by a number of scars that rivals the number of hairs. Many of his scars aren't noteworthy, however he still bears a large scar running down his left bicep, and a thin line of satiny scar tissue running horizontally across his neck. He tends to dress like a cartoon character -a color variation of the same outfit day after day. He most commonly is seen wearing a dark tight fit t-shirt beneath a dull colored flannel or similar overshirt, as well as dark colored jeans. Around his neck he wears an array of small trinkets collected over the years, each with sentimental value, as well as a dark blue bandana tied tight around his throat. His most notable article of clothing is his jacket, a dark brown leather jacket of tight fit. Two golden racing stripes run up the back. He holds himself in a laissez-faire manner, formal mannerisms and strict body language lacking.
S K I L L S E T -Driving Motivations- Ramsay is a skilled driver with almost any vehicle. If it moves fast, odds are Ramsay is your man. A natural talent for machinery and a pension for speed nurtured the mans early interest in driving -years of practice only honed the skill further.
In the Scrap Heap- Though Ramsay isn't any ninja-kung-fu-hippie-dippie expert, he can hold his own in a fight. He doesn't fight with any elegance, instead favors the dirty brutal fighting style of a scrapper.
Gearing Up- Ramsay is skilled with a wrench, and knows his way around machinery very well. Cars especially seem to respond to his touch.
Prophet of Profit- Ramsay is skilled in negotiation, and shows talent in weaving words to get his own way. After deals, some may call him a liar and a charlatan, but... well, actually they're pretty right. A man's gotta pay the bills, right?
Scavenger? Hardly even know 'er!- Linked very closely to his skills in mechanics, Ramsay is very good at appraisal. His line of work has given him these skills in telling the value of much.
Toss up- As of late, Ramsay has taken up the 'art' of juggling. He picked up the skill surprisingly quickly, and has only honed the skill since.
H I S T O R Y -Ramsay was raised far from Brighton, in the slums of a greasy city many states removed. Child of the streets, he learned his way around them very well. From his youth he was destined for some less than savory activities in his involvement with the seedier locals of his skidmark of a home. While his big brother, his only real role model, tried his best to keep him on the straight and narrow, but was simply unable to.
Over the years, Ramsay became more and more involved in the local gangs. While his older brother Tony had his involvement in gangs because of necessity, it was with a milder crowd than the rowdy hooligans with which Ramsay associated himself. As time passed, Ramsay himself ran his way through many drug addictions, many trips to the hospital, and many nights spent in the back of a cop car. Though he brushed these tragedies off as life throwing him a curveball, eventually his luck caught up to him in a violent manner.
Though Ramsay certainly didn't have the best formal education, he knew enough about biology to tell that there was something wrong with his brother one fateful morning. Namely, that he should
not be in no less than fifteen gory pieces strewn about to form the sign of a rival gang. That couldn't be healthy.
This was a turning point for Ramsay. It was then that he realized just how fucked his life truly was, so he made the change. He cut the ties he had left, collected all the money he could, then left town. He drove and drove, and didn't stop driving until he was several states away. In this entirely new place, he found work doing what he loved most -working in an auto shop. While this seemed perfect, it was short lived. The only auto shop in the relatively small town in which he had settled seemed to be the centerpiece of much gang activity. Not something Ramsay was willing to associate himself with again.
So it was off to the corporate ladder that Ramsay fled. While he spent almost a month toiling in the world of faxes and spreadsheets, it was as short lived as everything else in his life. He couldn't spend his days doing something he didn't enjoy, so he made another switch in profession. Stunt driving, piloting, et cetera caught his attention, and after extensive searching he found a beginning to this new career.
After years spent happily, living life to the fullest, Ramsay was hit with bad times. Shitty landlord, bad choice in bank, and a disagreement with his boss ended in his financial situation being very stressed, to say the least. He left town to run from his problems as he did so commonly, and found himself in Brighton. He found himself living in the Hoxton Tenements, trying to find some way to scrounge the cash to live day to day. It was through this that he was introduced to the H10 Crew, and eventually became a part of them.
Though he had sworn away from gang activity, he saw them as something above his past. He saw it as his chance to make a difference, and do something right for once while still chasing down the happiness he so desired.
P S Y C H O L O G I C A L P R O F I L E -Did I ever tell you about the time...- Ramsay is a sucker for a good story, and fancies himself to be quite the storyteller. While there are worse hobbies, it leads him to... exaggerate the truth very commonly. Any story from his lips is likely about half as exciting as he might have you believe.
Cross my heart and hope to die- Ramsay is what some would call a 'compulsive liar'. While he responds to such accusations with indignant scoffs, he can't really deny it either. Oftentimes he lies for absolutely no reason and for no gain of his own. Even he can't tell why he says the things he does from time to time.
I've got a need. A need for...- Speed. Cars. Driving. Fast. Ramsay finds no greater happiness in life than in these words.
Sounds like a party!- Ramsay is nothing if not fun loving. Parties, drugs, and speed define him. If he's not doing something important he will more than likely be found riding a high somewhere, in a club, or on a drive.
Places to be, people to see.- Ramsay rather dislikes confrontation in a direct sense. More often than not, Ramsay runs from his problems rather than facing them.
Chin up, kid.- Ramsay sees himself as a big brother type, and has a caring heart. While he isn't the perfect altruist, he is self-sacrificial in his care. Ramsay gladly will give up his happiness to make another happy, instantly take a bullet for a close friend, etc.
No biggie. Don't worry about it.- While Ramsay cares, he really does, he tries not to show it. He keeps a fake detached attitude up at almost all times, to keep up face. He tries a bit too hard at this facade, and is seen through rather easily.
That's what she said. Ramsay's sense of humor is extremely vulgar to say the least. If there's a line to cross, odds are that he crossed it long long ago. He is also rather jokingly flirtatious, commonly referring to acquaintances, friends, mortal enemies, anyone really as silly pet names. He'll threaten to shove your own dick so far up your ass you choke in the same breath he calls you 'pumpkin'.
You want me to uh... go up there? While he's flown helicopters, stunt planes, and the like in his past, Ramsay is not the biggest fan of heights. Sure, he can work past it when he's riding the adrenaline rush, but on his own two feet he can hardly handle it. One of the few things he really is scared of, it takes a hell of a motivation to get him up high.
P O W E R S -Trigger Finger Trigger possesses a powerful telekinesis of insane precision. Strong enough to lift a semi, precise enough to manipulate a knife effectively. Insane power, with heavy restriction. First and foremost of the restrictions is his inability to affect living beings. He's unsure exactly how the neon defines this, but if it's got a heartbeat he can't directly affect it. It helps stop him from tearing himself apart, which is nice. The second, most important restriction, is it's range. The telekinesis technically has no set range, and can reach almost anything in line of sight -the catch? It gets exponentially weaker and less precise the further it is. Full strength within an inch of his body, effective at about half strength three inches out, anything past three inches is effectively no influence.
