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Ransom Asimov

Roleplay: "The Light is Not Our Friend"

Player: iDr_Prime

Private,   Enabled,   Approved,   Owned



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Synopsis
Ransom was abandoned at a young age, left to fend for himself in a world that didn't care for him. His hardcore attitude quickly attracted the attention of a local gang, with which he excelled and eventually became the leader of.


Description
Ransom stands about five feet eleven inches tall. His eyes, which he barely shows, are blood red in color. His hair is black with zero shine even in light. He is in shape, but not very large for a man of his strength. He's fast and always dressed in his gangs colors, red and black.
His skin is tan even though he mostly hangs out in dark places avoiding sunlight.


Personality
Ransom is very dark and realistic. He looks at the world through the eyes of an outcast, and feels as if he is owed because of the life he has lived. Abandoned at such a young age it's almost a wonder he survived. He runs his gang with ruthless precision and confidence. Although he has some help that no one is really aware of.


Equipment / Abilities
Ransom always carries a handgun with a silencer on his hip everywhere he goes. He is extremely accurate with it, even at incredible distances. His ruthless precision is matched only by his general demeanor, which is cold, calculating, and harsh to say the least.
Ransom has help that no one knows. For reason Ransom himself has yet to understand he has an ability he calls "speechcraft". He can make people do things by telling them to. However it is more than just telling them to do it, he can worm his way into the person's brain and convince them that he is correct and that they shouldn't question him. When need be he can even force some people to do things, although their own will plays a huge part in what he can and cannot make them do.


History
Unbeknownst to Ransom he is the child of a human and an alien. His mother was a telekinetic being from another world who fell for his father. After conception of Ransom his father was marked an outcast and beaten to death. Ransom's mother, for fear of her life, decided to leave Earth. She however could not take Ransom with her, there was no way an infant could survive the trip back to her home planet. So she made a random human she found take care of him. She brainwashed this human into thinking he found the baby, and gave him an unrelenting urge to take care and keep it. After she had completed this task she left the planet, little did she know that the man she had left her baby with was a member in a gang in the area. He raised the baby, named it, and took care of it. He also, however, raised it in his own image. Gang life was Ransom's from then on.


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