Arnold 'Ray' Dow
Défaut 216
Ray a emballé la dernière de ses affaires dans sa chambre et soupira alors qu'il regardait autour de la chambre grise et sans vie. Ses yeux errants reposent sur Jessie et il sourit. Le jeune musicien est passé à l'instrument courbé et l'a ramassée. C'était une acoustique, avec un travail de peinture au soleil, un Martin. C'était une vraie beauté. Ray a examiné la sangle attachée à elle, le logo jaune de Vault-Tec imprimé dessus et sur fond bleu. Favorable d'un ami, qui était en charge de tous les tissus et vêtements. Il ne pouvait tout simplement pas la quitter, il savait que les autres gars lui donneraient de la merde pour l'amener, mais si une chose gardait ses espoirs là-bas, ce serait de la musique.
"Je pense toujours que c'est une mauvaise idée."
La voix de la poupe s'est effondrée de la porte de sa chambre et il a soupiré.
"Je connais maman."
"Que dirait ton père?"
"Il dirait... Je ne sais pas. Je l'ai toujours trouvé difficile à lire."
Ray se retourna pour faire face à sa mère et fut surpris de voir des larmes dans ses yeux. Elle était toujours si dure et pourtant, malgré les larmes dans ses yeux, elle avait une expression de défiance. Un fantôme d'un sourire a gracié son visage et est passé vers elle, la tirant dans un câlin serré. "Je vais bien, maman." Il murmurait.
"J'ai déjà perdu ton père. Je ne peux pas te perdre aussi..."
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Ray resserra les sangles de cuir qui tenaient la petite armure qu'il avait et plongea Jessica sur son épaule, elle rebondit légèrement contre son dos. Son sac était petit comme il est, alors Jessica avait beaucoup de place. Le 10mm qu'on lui a assigné s'est assis dans son étui de cuisse, récemment poli et entretenu par lui. Il espérait sincèrement qu'il n'en aurait pas besoin. Sur sa marche jusqu'à la porte de la chambre forte, les gens lui souhaitaient bonne chance, disant qu'ils prieraient pour lui, disant qu'ils assisteraient à ses funérailles, ou tout simplement rien du tout. Ray aperçut Lyla à pied vif devant lui, sans le regarder. Il pensait avoir vu un masque de douleur sur son visage. Et trop tôt, il était à la porte, avec les autres. Ray regarda en arrière sa maison et s'est adouci lui-même.
-- Eh bien, je suppose que c'est ça.
"Rock 'n' Roll."
Name: Arnold 'Ray' Dow
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Dweller
Backstory:
Arnold Dow was born in Vault 216 on September 10th, 2135. His father was a maintenance man and his mother was a teacher. By all accounts from their neighbors, Arnold would turn out to be as average as his parents. This, however, could not be wrong. From an early age, Arnold showed a talent for music and by the age of 8 had earned the nickname 'Ray' from his father, in tribute to the famous Ray Charles. Ray had a rather safe and shielded childhood in the vault. Despite some needling and harassment from children whose parents had better jobs, Ray was a reasonably popular kid. By age 13, Ray was known as 'The Musician' by many of the vault and was often invited to play for the citizens to lift their spirits and entertain.
Ray started going out with a lovely girl named Lyla Jones when he was 16 and he felt that he could spend the rest of his life with her. Whether that was his teenage mind at work or if he truly felt it, is impossible to tell. But Ray's whole world changed when his father died of cancer at the age of 43, Ray was 18. Ray became more withdrawn talking only to Lyla and his mother. Anyone else who wanted to speak to him was out of luck and had to be satisfied with listening to his music, which increased in quality since the death of his father. In light of Ray's talent, he was allowed to bypass the G.O.A.T. and take up the role of Professional Performer.
So for a few years, Ray kept to himself and his family and performed for the citizens of the vault. When he heard of the Ark Project and their mission to Ark Prime, Ray signed up without a second thought. The reception wasn't great. His mom was furious and his girlfriend was in tears, both convinced he would die a horrible death out in the wastes. And in the back of his mind, Ray couldn't help agreeing. But there was nothing for it now and as he suited up, he looked grimly to the future, hoping to make a difference.
S: 5
P: 6
E: 5
C: 8
I: 8
A: 5
L: 4
Equipment/Gear:
- 10mm Pistol
- 50 Rounds
- 5 Stimpaks
- 3 Rad-a-Way
- Reinforced Vault Suit
- Respiratory
- 3 Bottles of Water
- 2 Ration Packs
- Pip-boy 3000-D (Equipped with Sonar Upgrade)
Strengths:
- Exceptionally Skilled Musician: Ray is incredibly talented at Guitar, Piano, and Harmonica playing. He's also a good singer.
- Quick-Thinker: Ray can think and make intelligent decisions under pressure.
- Surprisingly Good at Math: He's good at math. Not exactly sure how this translates, but we'll see, won't we?
- Charming: Ray is good at sweet-talking people, no doubt a result of learning how to work a crowd in a performance.
Weaknesses:
- Average Physical Physique: Not fat, not thin, but not necessarily in shape either. Just ordinary.
- Lover, Not a Fighter: Ray isn't good at fighting of any sort. He's gonna have to work on that.