Ramses Shadi Karimi

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B A S I C I N F O

★ NAME: Ramses Shadi Karimi
★ NICKNAME: People more often than not go by his middle name, and call him “Shady”. He doesn’t like this very much.
★ MEMBER GROUP: Human
★ POKEMON: N/A
★ AGE: Twenty Seven
★ HEIGHT: 5’7”
★ WEIGHT: 152lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Malik Al-Sayf from Assassin’s Creed
★ APPEARANCE:

Ramses’ physical appearance is mostly nondescript. He has brown hair that is kept relatively short, but when he neglects it for too long, it grows out in loose curls. Barely anybody sees his eyes, as they’re downcast and staring at the floor most of the time. They’re a dull but dark brown, and some would say they look ‘empty’, or that he always stares at something very far away. Getting close enough, some will notice that his eyes have faint flecks of green scattered throughout, but they haven’t been seen in a very long time. Thanks to his heritage, he’s skin always seems just a bit tanned. By some miracle, he weighs normally for someone who’s 5’7”. Ramses is built rather thinly, and his only forms of exercise seem to be walking away from things, or running away from things.

He walks with an air of defeat, and his body language always seems to advertise the fact that he won’t put up a fight if one’s given to him. He walks while looking at nothing, his posture is often submissive and he tries to make himself look as small as possible. He takes on plain looks and clothes; shirts with no logo on them, jeans with no rips or regular pants.

The single most noticeable thing about him is that he’s missing his left arm. His shoulder is still entirely intact, and seems to be until it abruptly ends about half a foot below. He pins longer sleeves up to the fabric at his shoulder, but aside from that, leaves it empty. The stump is usually covered in bandages because he thinks the scarring there looks ugly, and he knows it’s all unfortunately permanent.

Those who’ve known him for a little while have started to notice that Ramses is beginning to look rather ill. He looked passably healthy before, but as of recent months, he has begun to look rather thin and has definitely started to get lethargic. He keeps the fact that this is the result of his virus an entire secret.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

★ POSITIVE:

• Non-confrontational >> Ramses is never one to start a fight, and if he could avoid conflict, he’d do so in any way he can, even if it means the results won’t be the best for him.
  
• Humble >> He’s always been a very modest man, living within his means and flying under the radar as any other guy you’d see waiting a table or walking down the street. He always seems to give off an air of humility and stays out of the way.
  
• Hard Working >> Thinking that he has little use otherwise, Ramses always works extremely hard. He dedicates hours upon days to projects, and often neglects his own needs if he thinks something needs to be done.
  
• Eager to please >> Ramses has an innate fear of displeasing people, and so he tries hard to make sure nobody around him is upset at him. Unfortunately, this can be easily taken full advantage of.
  
• Watchful >> If there’s one thing that he’s good at, it’s watching. He sometimes sits for hours, simply watching things go on around him and taking mental notes of everything. Being so nondescript, he flies under the radar of most; especially when he watches people, which he does fairly often.
  
• Bilingual >> Ramses can speak both English and French, and though he obsesses over languages, he rarely manages to learn beyond becoming rusty but serviceable.
  
• Devoted / Loyal >> Very much like a dog, he’ll follow those he trusts to the end of the earth, no matter how much they shun him or turn him away.
  
• Renaissance Man >> Though he doesn’t show it much, Ramses is a true Renaissance man. He dabbles into a plethora of subjects and so far, he’s dipped his toes into poetry, astronomy, mythology, chemistry, painting, archery and philosophy. Having so much time on his hands, he’s gotten quite good at many of his studies subjects, but masters none of them.
  
• Inventive >> Because of his innate fear of people as a whole, he tends to invent things out of necessity. He builds and restores things for his own use, or so that he can sell said item for supplies. So far, he’s been rather creative, if not a bit crazy when it comes to his innovations.
  

★ NEGATIVE:

• Submissive >> To a fault. His passiveness often leads him to be pushed around, and when it comes down to a fight, he probably wouldn’t even attempt to swing back.
  
• Fearful >> He doesn’t like social situations, period. He avoids being noticed whenever possible, preferring to watch from afar and go about his own business, not interfering with others. Ramses seems to jump at his own shadow, and he’d probably have a heart attack if someone so much as raised their voice to yell at him.
  
• Meek >> Ramses is almost painfully shy, and probably hasn’t looked anybody in the eyes for years. He speaks mostly in whispers and fidgets a lot when it does come down to discussing anything.
  
• Little self-confidence >> Unfortunately, he doesn’t think very much of himself at all. He discredits his own talents and thinks that friendliness towards him is just pity.
  
• Miserable >> Ramses is anything but cheerful. Though he never complains, it’s often very plain that he’s sullen and very unhappy. He’ll never burden anybody with it however, and often writes in a journal to try and calm himself down.
  
• Lonely >> Unfortunately, he has little when it comes to social standing and doesn’t have many people he can turn to. He adores animals, but they seem to see something in him that they don’t like, and so avoid him like the plague.
  
• Mistrusting >> Trust is basically dead for Ramses. Though he’s eager to please and can be rather loyal, it’s borderline impossible to keep him from skittering away the instant someone accidently trips him.
  

★ HABITS, QUIRKS:

• Ramses is very self-conscious about his arm, or lack of, and when talking to someone, he tends to turn his left side away from the person. He also never meets a person’s eyes when talking to them, or in any situation for that matter.
  
• However creepy it may sound, Ramses likes to watch people. None of it is for malicious intent, but he likes to see actions and reactions to replace what he can’t experience himself. Unfortunately, sometimes he has a bad case of wrong-place-wrong-time and stumbles upon things he really shouldn’t see. He watches because he feels rather dead to the world, as if he wasn’t meant to be there, and so observes others to get a taste of what real life is supposed to be like.
  
• Despite being extremely quiet, if snuck up on, sometimes one can hear him humming to himself. As far as instruments go, he takes little interest in any of them but the harp, which he is mediocre at.
  
• Though he dips easily enough into new technology, he’s best at fixing old things. His favourite thing to do on a lonely day is actually fixing old clocks; much like meditation, it calms him. Every surface of his home seems to be covered in a clock or timepiece, turning gears or whistling pipes.
  
• Ramses has a lot of books on mythology, and an almost encyclopedic knowledge on myths and legends from every culture. Like with his old clocks, he likes to keep his stories old school.
  

★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Ramses is an extremely quiet, withdrawn individual. People pass him by without a second thought; being so unremarkable, he slips under people’s sights very easily. Unlike many others he watches, he likes to keep it that way. However eerie it may sound, he’s very much like a ghost; he sees everything, but nobody seems to see him. As an individual, his confidence is rather low and he’s painfully shy. Any attention diverted towards him and he’ll quickly attempt to disperse it or simply disappear like he always does.

Unfortunately, being as meek as he is doesn’t mean he’s cold, or has a hard shell to get past. In fact, he’s rather subservient when it comes to instructions and people, allowing others to lead him where they please. He’s very much a pacifist and will be very unlikely to strike back when he’s attacked, but doesn’t seem to have the instincts of self preservation to run either. Some can easily say he’s naïve for doing what he does, but he’s anything but simple. He knows exactly what’s going on, and goes through situations almost mechanically in his head, predicting various outcomes. Reacting to it is difficult however, and he often can’t find the willpower to do anything about his situation.

Loneliness plagues him consistently, having little companionship besides his own writing. Thanks to this, he often finds the time to be rather innovative, but spends it mostly on bringing back the past. His specialty seems to be building and restoring old clocks and timepieces, as the subject of ‘time’ had fascinated him since he was a child.

Despite all that’s wrong with him, there always seems to be a little right. He’s a humble sort of man, and he’s very friendly once you get him talking. Though he’s fearful of any true form of trust, he’s willing to help out wherever he can, especially if it doesn’t draw attention to himself. A flower on the doorstep of a lonely person, anonymously paying for some downtrodden person’s meal at a restaurant; small things that make people down on their luck feel better.

With all his loneliness comes a lot of time, and so Ramses soon made himself a true Renaissance Man. He’s dabbled into various fields of science, language, music and philosophy, as well as the arts as a whole. Thanks to having so much time to practice, he’s gotten very good at many of these subjects, but never manages to master any of them because of the sheer amount he has to learn. Many of his projects remain unfinished and are left to rust or collect dust, much to his guilt, which often leads to further looking down on himself.

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H I S T O R Y

Ramses’ early life is of little importance, both to himself and the people who shared it with him. He was born to a middle class couple that decided to establish their careers before having a child, and when he came around, life was pretty stable. His childhood was standard; grow up, do as you’re told, get good grades in school, et cetera. His parents valued education rather highly, and like most parents, wished their son to be a doctor one day. Though he never spoke out against their wishes, he knew from a fairly young age that this wasn’t what he wanted to be. Still, he went with it because he found it near impossible to refuse it.

His brother was born when he was six years old, and his sister followed only a year after that. Now on top of his schooling, he had to play babysitter for his much younger siblings as well. However, being young allowed him to adapt fairly easily and he held fast under the pressures. He soon became that kid every parent in the neighbourhood wanted; well schooled, ambitious and can rather easily juggle responsibilities without a fuss.

Unbeknownst to everybody but his parents and himself, Ramses wasn’t the completely healthy boy everybody thought him to be. He had contracted a form of the apocalyptic virus when he was six years old, and his condition rapidly deteriorated to the point where, the year his sister was born, he had to be taken out of the public school system and homeschooled because he was so sick.

Around the end of the year where he first fell ill, Epispect was well on their way with experimenting for a cure for the virus. Hearing of these controversial but somewhat effective cures, his parents decided that despite the whole thing being in its developmental stages, they’d send Ramses to get the DNA.

His time at the testing facility was of extreme isolation, and with a brother and sister constantly running around at home, he found the sudden loneliness hard to adjust to. For the few months or so, he wasn’t cured, but isolated and tested on. His DNA was harvested, his blood collected and run for tests, et cetera… All the while, he was still very sick and, as most young children do, just wanted to go home. This period of isolation is sort of what ‘set him up’ for later in life; during his stay, he received a room. The walls were white and windowless except for a one-sided mirror so the people could observe him. There was a bed, a shelf with books that he quickly read through within the first couple of weeks, and a clock on the far wall.

The caretakers and scientists observed that he’d often stare at the clock for hours on end. He would become fixated with it, and would look at nothing else but the ticking hand. Coupled with the fact that he had no idea what the date was or when he’d go home, he became fixated with the concept of ‘time’.

Finally, after long months of waiting, he was taken in for the ‘cure’. Unfortunately, the scientists and doctors also saw the six year old as a chance to experiment. As far as they were concerned, in the past, the DNA of a young person would not accept the DNA of an advanced evolved Pokemon. However, Epispect was sure they’d made advances with the process since then, and decided that instead of something small, with a higher percent chance to cure him, they’d test what would happen with something bigger now.

So against better practice and with no idea of what would happen at all, they gave Ramses a transfusion of Crobat DNA. The whole thing fell apart almost immediately.

Mere days after the transfusion, the doctors noticed that though the virus count in his blood had gone down, he was becoming extremely ill. Ramses grew feverish and couldn’t hold down food at all, among other things. Further tests showed that it was the cause of the DNA; more specifically, the mixture of what wouldn’t be accepted, and the Crobat being poison type. Thus started a rather long, rather painful ‘recovery’ process that was the doctors sending him in for surgery after surgery to manually remove the offending DNA.

In the end, with everything failing, they decided to cut their losses in more than a metaphorical sense. The DNA was introduced through an IV in his arm and began messing with the cells, rupturing them or poisoning them from the 'origin point'. Deciding that it would be cheaper for the company to just pay Ramses’ parents to shut up about it and pretend it never happened, they cut off his infected left arm to about half a foot below the shoulder. The boy left the facility a little more than a year later, still sick with the virus and with nothing to show for it but a missing arm.

The attempted cure did delay the virus however, and though he went back to functioning mostly as a normal child should, closer inspection would reveal that he was still sick. When he got home, his parents acted upon the best interests of the family unit as a whole. Ramses was allowed little contact with his own siblings, and though his parents tried to be supportive, in a way, they shunned him and kept away in fear of becoming sick as well.

Isolation and loneliness was now a regular part of life for him. Everyone was assured that he was no longer contagious, which was very true, but little facts like that tended to go unnoticed in favour of gossip. He grew up mostly alone, beating himself down for what he couldn’t do and burying himself in research and books. His arm became an extremely sensitive point for him and though he learned to function normally without it, he continues to remain downtrodden about it. Ramses no longer thought of himself as an equal to others, but something to be looked down upon and even treated himself as such.

During this time, he grew more and more fascinated with the past. This obsession with time and the old things manifested itself when he began to work on old pieces of machinery. He would take apart old, rattling death traps that passed as cars and put them back together. He’d take his tools to anything with gears; mechanical parts that he could actually see. His obsession, however, were clocks. The subject of time continued to fascinate him, and he built and restored clocks from every era.

His parents’ aspirations for him to become a doctor abandoned, Ramses moved away when he was nineteen years old. He bought up an old, creaky uninhibited house on a grown-over lot away from the greatest concentrations of people. The whole thing was rather gothic Victorian, to say the least, complete with a droopy front porch and claw-footed, moth-eaten couches.

Every surface, every wall and every table, soon became covered in clocks and half-finished inventions. The house itself was slowly restored, bit by bit and doing it all on his own without any outside help. Of course, Ramses was no professional and a lot of things were MacGyvered and improvised on the spot rather successfully, if not in a conventional sense. He filled his house with turning gears and steaming pipes, to the point where while the exterior still looks like it’s falling apart, the interior looks more like the inside of an old era grandfather clock. Everything was soon modified to run on steam, hydro or solar power. Though he was innovative, Ramses remained rather reclusive.

His years of isolation, and being an owner of an inquiring mind, gave him the irresistible urge to learn. For the first five years living on his own, he adopted a hermit-like style of life and only interacted with people when absolutely necessary. He kept himself in the company of knowledge, and by the time he reemerged into the world and actually started to interact again, he was a prototype Renaissance Man.

As of late, he’s become rather lethargic but doesn’t want to go to a doctor about it, because he knows what it is and is afraid they’d point him to Epispect once again.

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P L A Y E R I N F O

★ OOC NAME: Renegade!
★ AGE: B|
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Magnus von Blitzkrieg, Conrad, Pasha Mikhaylichenko-Molotov
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;a; Okay, I was not ready for that much sad. Ramses needs a hug. Lots of hugs. A million hugs.

My only issue was that I'd like to see some clarification for why they removed the arm. Was the variant of the virus he possessed focused on the arm? That's my only question, and when you've clarified that, let me know.

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