~Ramses Reinholdt ~
"Pas besoin de me précipiter, je préférerais avoir le mien sur les rochers. Pourquoi ne pas nous asseoir là-bas?"
Ramses a regardé où le gars avait signalé. La région n'a pas semblé que mu-
Oh, c'est ça. Infirmière Hellooooooo.
Une beauté chauve était toute seule avec WHOA WHOA WAIT. La fille a écrasé un verre dans sa main. Puis, sans même qu'un yelp, elle versa de l'alcool sur ses blessures et ramasse le verre. Puis elle a ouvert une autre ennuie. Bon sang... parle d'une femme selon son propre cœur. C'est bon de voir qu'elle avait ses priorités en contrôle.
"Hé, je ne sais pas pourquoi tu es si énervé, mais ne te bats pas pour ça. Ça aurait pu être pire. Je peux m'asseoir ici?
Ah, elle a dû être une autre équipe principale. Pauvre fille. Il ne semblait pas qu'elle prenait les choses trop bien. Ou peut-être qu'elle l'était? Honnêtement, Ramses ne pouvait pas avoir une perle sur elle. Le conjureur d'alcool n'avait pas l'air d'attendre une réponse, il a juste emménagé dans sa bulle et sorti quelques verres, ne disant pas un mot de son vandalisme évident. On dirait qu'il a aussi réglé ses priorités. Des gens bien, le lot d'eux.
"Trouvez-vous aussi sur les rochers, ou l'aimeriez-vous?".
Donnez-moi tout droit, docteur, combien de temps j'ai?
Ramsès prit son verre et le regarda avec un sourire doux. La victoire, si elle avait un goût, serait semblable à de l'alcool libre, il s'est senti. Ils étaient tous les deux si épanouissants.
"Voulez-vous un peu de ce whisky?"
"Merci, mais pas de merci. J'ai le mien ici."
Ramses a été impressionné. Est-ce que tout le monde dans cette putain d'équipe a eu un problème d'alcool au point de justifier de porter sa propre cachette secrète? Eh bien, poussez-vous. Il avait trouvé son peuple.
"Je suppose que ce n'est pas vraiment une fête, puisque nous n'y sommes que trois."
Wow... tous les deux semblaient si bas. Tout le monde l'a fait, vraiment. Ramses a froncé. Ce n'était pas censé être comme ça. Ils l'avaient fait. Ils l'avaient fait. Ils ont survécu. Pendant un bref moment, il sentit la colère tourbillonner en lui, mais il passa aussi vite qu'il arriva.
Hé, la compagnie des trois. Il n'y a aucune raison pour que nous ne fêtions pas un peu. Vous avez gagné dehors. Tu es entré, tu as donné des coups de pied, tu as pris des noms, et tu es rentré à la maison. Pas tous, mais si ce n'est pas plus raison de célébrer, alors je ne sais pas ce qui est.
Ramsès a retenu son verre.
Tu le dois à ceux qui ne sont pas revenus pour garder Livin. Parce que mopin, autour d'Ain't va réparer une putain de chose.
Eh bien... il pourrait devenir un peu dur, après tout ce qui s'est passé et le chagrin était bon mais...
Alors laissez-les vivre, les gens. Laissez-les vivre assez pour ceux qui peuvent. Montrez-leur qu'ils ne sont pas sortis en vain. On est des putains de vus.
D'accord, alors Ramses était un peu léger. Après les quelques verres qu'il avait avant de rencontrer ces deux-là, il était déjà un peu lâche. Au diable ça. Vivez, enfoirés.
Vive.
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.