Raylan Augustus Rosencrantz
"Pain or damage don't end the world... Or dispare... Or fucking beatins. The world ends when your dead, till then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man and give some back. "-
Al Swearengen
Name;Raylan Augustus Ulysses
Nickname;Ray, he doesn't mind. Anything to do with his middle or last name wouldn't be advised.
Birth Date;06/27
Age;22.
Zodiac Sign;Cancer
Gender;Male.
Sexuality;Hetero
Rich or Poor;Poor
Trust Fund or Scholarship;Scholarship
Major;Physiology
Minor;Nutritional Science
Occupation;Raylan works at one of the best MMA facilities in LA and he pulls security work from time to time.
Social Status;Lower Middle Class
Spending Habits;He doesn't spend if he doesn't need to.
In Depth Appearance;Standing at 5'11 Raylan has a physically imposing stance. At 185 pounds he is always close to his fighting weight and keeps himself in incredible shape. His broad shoulders help to hide his mass, seemingly smaller than he is. His dark brown hair is always cut short but never seems to be combed or kept up.
His face has a few scars from elbows crashing into him. He keeps just a hint of facial hair to make them harder to see. His noise has been broken more than a time or two but it hardly noticeable. Even when he smiles his eyes never seems to lose the crestfallen look at seems to be etched on his face.
Raylan has two tattoos on his left arm.
His upper arm and
his lower arm. Both of them have deep meaning behind then but he's yet to share that information yet. They also cover up the scars from road rash.
Raylan wears as causal of clothing as possible. Jeans, boots, and a t shirt. His shirts without always seem to have something to do with fighting. He has an old University of Tennessee hat that has seen much better days. Its old, dirty and little ragged but he loves it dearly. If its not on his head or in his back pocket, something is very wrong.
As much as he hates the notion of having to dress up, he cleans up surprising well. He has maybe two or three nice button shirts and two nice jackets. One Jacket being leather and the other a dinner jacket that was gifted to him. There was a rumor going around that he might have a pair of dress pants but its yet to be seen.
Since his motorcycle is his only method of transportation Raylan almost always has
one of
two jackets,
knee pads,
backpack, and
gloves.
Likes;Alcohol
Fighting
Working out
Eating
Teaching
Sex
Training.
Shooting.
Riding his motorcycle.
Dislikes;Large groups of people
People who talk a lot
Sobriety
Bullies
Authorities
Social media
People who need to be the center of attention all the time.
People feel the need to remind him he has an accent.
Being told to do anything rather than being asked.
Feeling confined.
Habits;If he likes you, he has his own nickname for you.
If he doesn't like you, he says as little as possible.
He's been known to be a social smoker.
Hobbies;Mix Martial Arts.
Working on his motorcycle.
Cooking
Fears;Being weak
Being confined.
Not having any sort of control over his own life.
Personality Traits;Obsessive|Committed|Honest|compassionate.
Personality;Raylan has a pretty obsessive personality. People are not often the subject of his obsessions but when something it's an itch he has to scratch. Fighting, Martial Arts and self defense has been the only constant thing he wants to keep learning about. When something catches his attention, he has to learn everything about it till he loses interest in it. A good example his obsession was a summer he read the complete works of Shakespeare.
While Raylan is always willing to help people out, he has his limits. He will listen, console and give you a shoulder to cry on. He knows right from wrong and wants to do the right thing. He'll do it all while wearing a face that says I wanna be anywhere but here. Just because he willing too doesn't mean he wants to do it. Once he has reached his limit, Raylan will want nothing to do with the situation.
Intelligence is all relative. In Raylan's case he is only as smart as he wants to be in any give subject. He's plenty smart enough to figure out anything he wants to. The question is, does he really want too? If he has to figure out it, he'll do it no time. If he has no interest in it, pulling teeth would be more fun than dealing with Raylan.
Place of Origin;Portland, Tennessee just outside of Nashville.
Background;Raylan's family died before his fifth birthday. It was his Aunt and Uncle that took him in. Raylan said almost nothing for a full year, he it wasn't until he had gotten to a fight on the playground that anyone saw young Raylan smile again. The next day his uncle put him in a boxing school. He was completely and totally hooked on it.
Over the years Raylan only got better and better in combat sports. He entered every competition he could, fought every time he could. Raylan never lost much but each loss made him what seemed like ten times better. However all the dedication to training made his grades suffer. Raylan had no issue running himself into the ground and trying to get every bit of training as he could.
A deal was struck that he would join the high school wrestling team and maintain no less than 3.0 GPA and he got train and fight as much he could handle. He made sure from them then on he'd keep a 4.0. They won the state title every year he competed. It was that skill that get him into Hollywood University.
Before leaving home, Raylan changed his last name to to his Aunt and Uncle's last name of Ulysses. In Raylan's mind, they were his parents. They were the ones that took him in, and went to all the fights and training sessions. They took him in without a second thought and were always supportive of him. Even with all that, there is still that empty feeling of never knowing his real parents. At least he had the next best thing.
He knew his Aunt and Uncle could never afford the school but he found ways to make it work. Between grants and loans he was determined to put himself through the school. He was lucky he had a skill set like his. People were always willing to pay for security and it was a lot easier on the body than pro-am fights.
Within two weeks of being on campus he learned to say as little as possible, his strong southern accent didn't exactly endear him to many. The only place he did feel at home was at an MMA gym, one the best in city. It didn't take long for Raylan earn the respect of the patrons, with in a year he was offered a job and the back room.
As soon as he could Raylan moved into that small little back room. He knew for a fact it was smaller than some of his classmates closets but it was his and he didn't have any bills. That alone made everything worth it. The gym took more of his earnings than he would have liked but he does better than most people would think.
Raylan has quietly amassed an impressive wrestling record. Two undefeated season and two individual NCAA wrestling titles, a finalist for the Hodges Trophy in all but his first season. He even managed to get the team to finals last season.
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