HOW TO BE A HUMAN BEING » raygun's storage

DADDY WAS DUMB, SAID THAT I'D BE SOMETHING SPECIAL ― GENERAL

» chuck "raygun" rogers

― ray

» male, he/him

» 16 months old / 1¹⁄3 year old

» ext. sanguine ruins

― current member

BROUGHT ME UP TOUGH BUT I WAS A GENTLE HUMAN ― NOTES

» inspired by the song "life itself" by glass animals, and by extension, the entire album "how to be a human being"

» runs his own website

» collects models of sonic ray guns, builds bizarre inventions, believes in extraterrestrials and uses google maps to hunt them down

» retro 90s kid, or at least is supposed to be

» primarily fights using handcrafted smoke grenades with an assortment of different gases at his dispence

SAID THAT HE LOVED EACH OF MY TWO MILLION FRECKLES ― PHYSICAL

» WIRE-HAIRED DACHSHUND [birth/main] / reference

― one could describe raygun with a couple of terms: wimp, geek, weirdo, dork, nerd, etcetera. he fits the expectations to a t. as a stout little dachshund, he isn't the tallest with his stubby legs and short stature, and he carries the distinctive overstretched spine, floppy ears, and rat-like tail of the breed. his coat is naturally coarse and scruffy, yet his mousy blonde fur is typically hurriedly combed to give it a smoother texture. two watery blue eyes the color of a polluted sky are protected by old-school glasses with thick circular rims and lenses with the appearance of glass bottles. they are frequently resting crooked on his pointed face; without them, he is practically blind. the canine is never seen without his pristine white t-shirt emblazoned with various colorful patches, including a rainbow band around his left arm, a red and indigo badge over his chest, and a sky blue and orange flag on his right arm. he carries all his tools and supplies in a utility belt clipped around his waist and balanced on his back, always sports an unwound watch on his left wrist, and when using his homemade smoke grenades, wears a grey respirator.

» INJURIES / health: 100%

― no major wounds

I CAN'T GET A JOB SO I LIVE WITH MY MOM ― PERSONALITY

» infp-t, "the mediator" / chaotic good / ♎

― raygun never had many friends in his youth, always fiddling away in his mother's basement with chemistry sets, homemade gadgets, and sci-fi movies, leaving him to develop into quite the awkward adult he is today. obsessed with conspiracy theories and future possibilities, he spends most of his time alone and crafting questionable inventions such as inverse tennis, palmbrella, shower-in-a-can, toe sweeps, autotranscriber, bunk loungers, and his proudest accomplishment, melon power. despite his eccentric behavior, it is evident a misunderstood genius lies behind those thick lenses of his. perhaps the only useful tool of his are his assortment of smoke bombs, each painstakingly welded by his own paws. although his mind may be powerful, his body certainly isn't. ray is unfortunately out of shape, and unable to keep up with larger creature due to his physique -- in truth, the real reason is that he's addicted to junk food of all flavors and shapes. ray is typically a reserved canine, but is known for being able to ramble long-winded explanations of unimportant matters. he is surprisingly dark-natured despite his optimistic outlook and crooked grin, having amassed a treasure trove of gross or depressing facts about the scientific world, and quite a few unsettling theories about the supernatural world. the bizarre inventor never keeps a workspace tidy, and commonly forgets entire projects and experiments in the first place before moving on to another one. ray does have a knack for mechanics, and isn't afraid of getting his paws dirty for whatever cause he believes in -- thankfully, his morals are airtight and benevolent. nevertheless, he is quick to befriend those who can see past his oddities and even quicker to trust, a mentality that may lead to his downfall.

I TAKE HER MONEY BUT NOT QUITE ENOUGH ― HISTORY

» his father left when he was too young to fully remember him, taken away either by lust or death, leaving ray with a disgruntled mother

» grew under a quiet household, never playing outside or meeting any other children simply because he didn't care for social interaction

» was kicked out of the house when he failed to stand on his own feet and find success

» hired as a hitman for a few jobs, primarily "rescue" missions although he wasn't hesitant to assassinate as well for money

» quit the trade after being caught, and began to wander aimlessly before finding the clans

I SIT IN THE CAR AND I LISTEN TO STATIC ― RELATIONS

» never knew his father, and his mother was always working, meaning he was raised by a babysitting grandmother

― only child

» questioning sexuality

» single

― no ships for now

» friends: what are friends

» enemies: none

SHE SAYS I LOOK FAT BUT I LOOK FANTASTIC ― INTERACTION

» medium physically / hard mentally

» attack RAYGUN. or in underline

» will end fights, won't start them / will negotiate or retreat

― SMOKE GRENADE TYPES: smoke bomb ( impairs senses ), tear gas ( disables ), sleeping gas ( knocks out ), angel dust ( induces hallucinations ), chlorine gas ( poisons )
he has a limited supply of each in every fight

» no maim/kill/capture without permission

» passive actions may be powerplayed

» pm to plot