Ramses Q. Reinholdt
C'est bon.
Ramsès criblés. Un autre? Ou est-ce que ce bâtard est revenu, remorqué, prêt à prendre un galbadien juste parce que Timber indépendance ou d'autres conneries?
C'est bon. Ramses a retiré le fusil une fois de plus et s'est couvert derrière une boîte. Il ne voulait pas laisser l'idiot partir une seconde. Deux dans la poitrine, puis débarrassez-vous de ça. C'est tout ce qu'il avait à faire. Son doigt s'est attardé juste à côté de la gâchette. Il était rapide. Tout ce dont il avait besoin, c'était de voir ce satané sweat à capuche et ce serait fini.
C'est bon. C'était de plus en plus fort. Ramsès serrés, prêts à...
Ce n'était pas l'homme. C'était un SeeD. Ramsès a tout de suite baissé son arme. Le secours l'a inondé, mais il a pris soin de ne pas le montrer.
Pourquoi n'avez-vous pas répondu à vos communications?La voix portée, pas un seul syllabe plus haut que n'importe quel autre. Ramsès reconnut l'homme, mais ne se rappelait pas son nom. Ils étaient tous les deux Balamb SeeD, il le savait beaucoup. C'était quelque chose avec un "Z"...
Attendez.
Des communications?
Ramsès a sorti son casque et a regardé dedans. L'entrée en communication était allumée?
Attendez.
Merde.
Il l'avait allumé, mais il n'était pas encore accordé à la bonne fréquence. Quel fils irresponsable de...
Oh oui. C'était sa responsabilité. Encore une merde. Ramsès grondait malgré lui. Ça aurait pu être terrible. Ça aurait été terrible. Il était sur le point de rappeler à la base. Il n'était pas sûr de la fréquence de la communication, mais si un galbadien l'avait écoutée...
"Mettons ça à l'écart de la cigarette." L'homme monotone a donné des conférences. Il a continué, en allant à la vue. Ramsès stupéfait un moment. Pas beaucoup de gens, celui-là, hein? Ramses a ri. Pas au gars, mais en général. Il était sur le point de parler, une rétorsion pleine d'esprit au commentaire sur la cigarette quand le gars a reparlé. Au sujet principal à portée de main, il est temps d'évacuer. Allons-y, j'ai entendu dire que les araignées sont abondantes à cette période de l'année.
Un shudder tiré à travers Ramses. Ce type a dû voir son dossier. Des araignées. Oui. Il détestait ces foutues choses. Trop petit pour sentir, trop rapide pour tirer. Qu'est-ce qu'ils ont fait de bien? Et... n'a-t-il pas dit qu'ils devaient s'évacuer? Partir? Il n'y a pas moyen. Pourquoi auraient-ils... Il a dû mal entendre le gars. Non pas qu'il puisse éclaircir la confusion. Le SeeD s'était déjà tourné vers le départ. Ramsès a remarqué qu'il semblait choisir délibérément ses pas. Retracer son chemin? Pas une mauvaise idée, mais...
Ramses a de nouveau vérifié le casque, en l'accordant à la bonne fréquence. Personne n'allait entendre parler de celui-ci. C'est pas vrai. Une. Il l'a remis sur la tête, a pris son fusil, a pris une dernière traînée sur sa cigarette et l'a jeté. Il a appuyé sur le bouton de communication, ce qui l'a fait prendre vie.
Tout d'un coup, il a été frappé par un bavardage excité. Ses yeux s'élargissent. C'était l'équipe disparue. Ils recevaient des informations, mais... ils l'ont vraiment fait. Evac... le gars faisait allusion à ça, alors? Ramsès secoua la tête et se précipita, retournant à la base. Ses traces seraient bien. Il portait des "Bad boots". Ici, c'était aussi naturel que les oiseaux. Il a rattrapé le SeeD, mais n'a rien dit. Sa tête nageait.
En fait, ils l'ont fait.
En fait, ils l'ont fait.
En fait, ils l'ont fait.
C'était... c'était...
Ce n'était pas juste un rêve de pipe. En fait, ils l'ont fait. Ils pourraient faire ce truc. On pourrait faire ça.
Fais gaffe à Deling... nous venons pour toi.
Name: Ramses Quentin Reinholdt
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Large and in charge, Ramses Q. Reinholdt towers over many at a whopping 200cm and 100kg (6’5ish and 220lbs). The burly man’s in great shape, rather muscular, healthy; all because of the job. He’s not a fisherman, he’s a soldier. Might as well look the part.
With a shaved head and a not-so-shaved chin, Ramses strives for a somewhat intimidating look. His sunglasses, which he does love to sport, do not exactly help that image. As far as clothing goes, when in the field, he tends to slant toward efficient clothing. Dull colors, many pockets, steel-toed boots. If it’s green or brown, he’s down. On his personal time, however, he’s much less picky. A tee-shirt and pair of khaki pants will do him just fine.
Nationality: Fisherman’s Horizon
Trained At: Balamb
Weapon/Combat Style: Firearms. While being competent with most guns/rifles, Ramses is an excellent marksman. Cool under pressure, excellent aim, attributes that lend well to his preferred weapon: the sniper rifle. It’s the unlucky man that lands in Reinholdt’s sights. It’s the unluckier man that ends up close.
Should an encounter draw too near, the marksmen becomes a gunslinger. Disturbingly quick on the draw, Ramses is a menace with his revolver. Primarily, he’ll just carry the one, resting in the holster resting on his left hip. If he’s expecting a lot of trouble, he’ll carry another in a shoulder holster under his left shoulder.
Interesting to note, Reinholdt is terrible with magic. All magic. “But who needs fireballs when ya got good ole fashioned firepower?” And while his bulk does make him a touch more durable, his speed suffers for it. Add in the heavy equipment he carries and one can see why he tends to be a more “static” combatant.
Limit Break: Scorched Earth: When pushed just a little too far, Ramses likes to get some space and cool down. To do so, the burly man quickly retreats, pulling pins on a few of his grenades and dropping them along his path. At the end, he lobs one final grenade at his foe, shooting it to set it off.
Personality: As cliche as it sounds, Ramses truly is cool, calm, and collected. Not one to be overly emotional, nor frighten easily, the man tries to be a beacon of courage for those around him. But he’s only human. He has fears and insecurities just as much as the next guy. Ramses just has a better poker face. But when it comes to the mission, the objective comes first. Succeed at any cost. Death in victory is preferable to life in defeat. That being said, he does quite strongly value human life. He prefers to incapacitate over kill whenever possible, most likely due to his pacifist hometown.
Outside of “work”, Ramses is a pretty easy guy to get along with. Not too loud, not too quiet. If he has a chance, he’s probably trying to fish, but he’s willing to talk about anything and patient enough to work with less sociable people. He’s a strong believer in teamwork. “A team will always trump the individual.” This is something he has taken to heart, thus he attempts to bond with whoever his team happens to be.
Biography: Raised in the quiet, peaceful haven of Fisherman’s Horizon, Ramses never really showed any interest in violence. That honor belonged to his older brother, Norman. Ramses was content with just spending his days fishing with his father, but ole Norm wanted a more exciting life. He used to talk about running off to join Garden, to become a SeeD and live the adventures that were spoken of in excited, hushed whispers by FH’s youth (talk the adultfolk would not much approve of). Every night he would fill Ramses’ head with images of swords, magic, and dragons.
But those whispered dreams were never to become a reality. Norman, while playing one day, fell in the water. No one was around to see him. No one knew that Norman Reinholdt was robbed of his life. Not until Ramses accidently found his body, his clothing having caught Ramses’ hook one faithful day.
It took Ramses a while to accept what had happened. But times heals all wounds. The pain was still there, but Ramses dealt with it the only way he knew how. He decided to take up Norman’s dream, to experience the adventures that his brother now couldn’t. His parents disapproved, but allowed it nonetheless.
And so, Ramses ended up at Balamb Garden. He trained. And trained. And studied. And trained some more. He was about average in everything, only slightly above with his shooting skills. So he focused on that, determined to become outstanding. He had too. Norm would be disappointed if he didn’t give 120% or more.
And so he trained. Again. And again. And again again.
At the age of eighteen, Ramses was accepted as a SeeD. Since then, he hasn’t done anything really of note, mainly due to a lack of any large assignments. But he continues forward. Eager to get his chance. To explore the world, and finally see what it was that had possessed his brother.
Additional information: Ramses is horribly terrified of spiders and heights. While he doesn’t immediately shut down, it is best if he gets away from these triggers as soon as possible.
GF: Halwyss
Appearance:

From the depths of nowhere emerges Halwyss. A gargantuan spider made of bark, with a back of dried leaves and in the place of a head, a woman donned in pink. Pink dress, pink hair, pink eye. Around her head is a crown of twigs. Her hair covers the left half of her face, upon which multiple eyes roll in search of their next prey.
Elemental Affinity: None
Junctions:
Hit-J
Spd-J
Abilities:
Luck +50%
Spd +20%
Upon summoning, Halwyss traps nearby enemies in her web, slowing enemies further away and downright stopping nearby foes in their tracks.