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Mun information
Name Nini
Birth date 25/11/1984
Contact AIM: LadyIverin
Other Characters Fujimaru Takagi, Noboru Ijyuuin
Character information
Name Ryusuke "Ray" Minami
Fandom BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad (manga)
Age 21
Gender Male
Appearance Ray's appearance has been compared with several late-20th century rock musicians--an image he continues to cultivate well beyond the point of popularity or stylishness. He does this through sheer laziness. His hair is long, black, and somewhat stringy; he's just a scrawny Japanese kid, so it's not his fault. The thin frame, pretty eyes, sleek hair, and nonexistent hips are genetic. Ray's style is loose and comfortable, but he's not completely shab-tastic. Mostly, his clothing choices are functional, allowing him to seamlessly fit into his concept of the rock scene and giving him the freedom to move around on stage unhindered. Although he has the ability and wardrobe to dress nicely for work, he doesn't do it unless he absolutely must. He is most commonly seen carrying around one of his guitars. His special talent (other than music) is looking ridiculously sexy in most things.
Personality On the outside, Ray seems completely lazy, lost in a make-believe world where music is all-powerful and he doesn't have to worry about anything else. The truth is that music is simply the most important thing in his life because he thinks he'll never lose it. In fact, if music was taken away from him, he'd probably rather die than keep on going--after all, he wants to reach people with his music. Ray is incredibly proud, but has had to toss that aside for the sake of his goals on a few occasions. It's a very Japanese sort of reaction to the situations, something he inherited from his father.
Ray doesn't give a shit about many things, but he does--and always will--put his band first in life. He fully believes that the band he makes will be legendary someday, and will fight for that as long as he's able. Relentlessly, he will support every single person in his band to the fullest of his ability. This, coupled with an oft-unused natural leadership ability, is what will propel him into stardom.
He enjoys alcohol, and is in terrible danger of becoming an alcoholic if something horrible happens to him. Until then (hopefully never, kids) he isn't opposed to a little drinking to loosen up before a show, or a lot of drinking to unwind after a show. In fact, he's pretty laid-back in general. He works hard and plays harder.
Background Ray spent several years as a child on the streets, away from his family, completely estranged by his own choice. The life of being broke and living by breaking and entering probably set him up well for the rigors and struggle that make up a musician's journey. For most of that time, he ran around with a friend (who is now the lead guitarist for an incredibly famous band), meeting the people who would become the faces of the modern rock scene. They got famous, and all he had out of it was a stolen guitar and a dog.
Ray taught himself to play guitar while living this hard-knock life, and kept the precious stolen guitar in his possession, unplayed, for nearly five years. Why unplayed? Well, as it turns out, said guitar is "Lucille", the fabled bullet-riddled guitar owned by a womanizing blues musician. Once he figured out precisely what it was, he worked to be worthy of it, and wisely kept it hidden from informed eyes. Lucille is one of his most prized possessions.
Lucille has complicated his life a bit. Apparently, he stole her from the trunk of a very wealthy Gene Co surgery enthusiast who had more than his fair share of improvements and enhancements, and who also had a rather large, angry group of thugs at his disposal. When Ray's possession of Lucille was discovered, Ray fled to the underground music scene and the bad part of town, keeping the guitar safely in her case at almost all times. All the guys knew, after all, was that some punk Japanese kid had stolen an incredibly precious guitar and a pretty ugly dog.
While theoretically attending school (mostly skipping) and working two jobs, Ray honed his guitar skills. He had a natural talent, but his love of late 20th century rock has given him a style range from blues to hip hop, and he excels at acoustic and electric guitar performance. His old friend became more and more famous, contributing to charitable causes like childhood preventative surgeries and music programs; seeing this, Ray became even more set on his goal: he would make music that could touch people's hearts. If even one person heard the beauty and truth of his music, and lived fully for a few moments of their life because of him, he'd have done something pretty fucking awesome.
Creating and maintaining a good underground rock band has a bit of a revolving door issue. People tend to realize sooner or later that they're probably going to be eternally broke and never get to sleep. The chances of getting famous are slim, and putting a group of talented individuals together is just asking for an ego battle. He formed a band called Serial Mama with another Japanese guitarist, Eiji, that became rather wildly popular. This time, he thought it might stay together... He worked his ass off day and night, hardly sleeping, living on his own in a shack at one of the places that employs him.
However, Ray recently had a spot of creative differences with Eiji, and the band broke up. Though both men vowed to create the best band in the world, Ray wanted to stay true to rock and not give in to an up-and-coming pop revival. He began looking around at other bands, intending to lure members for his own group with his widely-known guitar skills.
Of course, when it rains it pours: shortly after Serial Mama's breakup, Ray's precious Les Paul custom was destroyed by a drunken anti-fan, and he's been forced suddenly to put Lucille back in action. Without a band, it's not so much a problem, but Ray simply can't give up on the dream. He's been scouting for new members for a month now, and all he's managed to acquire is a funkalicious drummer.
The only other current band member is Demyx, who Ray accidentally scouted when he was looking at recruiting the drummer from Demyx's former band. Nothing was more impressive or oddly appropriate than the kid's sitar skills, and once Ray found out about his songwriting talents, Demyx was put on a very short list. When Demyx's band broke up, Ray was there with an offer and a sympathetic ear.
Ray has a younger sister (from a different father), who looks an awful lot like him. He's the typical older brother to her, except for the part where he encourages people who want to date her by giving them condoms. They don't live together, but they did travel extensively together for about a year. Strangely enough, they both speak Japanese rather poorly due to various circumstances. He doesn't really like to talk about his family, but rumor has it that his father is completely loaded, and the president of a major pharmaceutical company.
Genetics & alterations Ray himself has none, but his dog, Beck, is a cobbled-together zombie dog. Beck was this way when Ray got him, a project by a demented Gene Co-rejected veterinarian.
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First person
WANTED:
Musicians who don't suck. Preferably rock musicians, but at this point I'll give anyone a shot. Let me know when your next live is so I can steal you from your current band, remaining sexy while doing so.
Reward: Long hours, no sleep, possible future fame. Groupies optional.
Third person
For the third time that evening, Ray entered a dark, smoky club, and inhaled deeply. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses, deliberately making it nearly impossible to see in the room. He wasn't there to watch a show; he was there to listen.
Every weekend he did this, scouted other indie bands to find talents or ideas for his band. Serial Mama's breakup had been a disappointment, but he couldn't let up. If he held back even an ounce of his drive, he'd never reach his dream.
Tonight, the final target group was called Spare Change. They had a reputation for being somewhat quirky, but he'd heard amazing things about the vocalist and the drummer, and anything was worth a shot. Behind his glasses, he closed his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him, individually examining each and every instrument.
He kept getting distracted, though, by one of them. The weird one. The sitar player. Who the hell had a sitar in their rock band?
Name Nini
Birth date 25/11/1984
Contact AIM: LadyIverin
Other Characters Fujimaru Takagi, Noboru Ijyuuin
Character information
Name Ryusuke "Ray" Minami
Fandom BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad (manga)
Age 21
Gender Male
Appearance Ray's appearance has been compared with several late-20th century rock musicians--an image he continues to cultivate well beyond the point of popularity or stylishness. He does this through sheer laziness. His hair is long, black, and somewhat stringy; he's just a scrawny Japanese kid, so it's not his fault. The thin frame, pretty eyes, sleek hair, and nonexistent hips are genetic. Ray's style is loose and comfortable, but he's not completely shab-tastic. Mostly, his clothing choices are functional, allowing him to seamlessly fit into his concept of the rock scene and giving him the freedom to move around on stage unhindered. Although he has the ability and wardrobe to dress nicely for work, he doesn't do it unless he absolutely must. He is most commonly seen carrying around one of his guitars. His special talent (other than music) is looking ridiculously sexy in most things.
Personality On the outside, Ray seems completely lazy, lost in a make-believe world where music is all-powerful and he doesn't have to worry about anything else. The truth is that music is simply the most important thing in his life because he thinks he'll never lose it. In fact, if music was taken away from him, he'd probably rather die than keep on going--after all, he wants to reach people with his music. Ray is incredibly proud, but has had to toss that aside for the sake of his goals on a few occasions. It's a very Japanese sort of reaction to the situations, something he inherited from his father.
Ray doesn't give a shit about many things, but he does--and always will--put his band first in life. He fully believes that the band he makes will be legendary someday, and will fight for that as long as he's able. Relentlessly, he will support every single person in his band to the fullest of his ability. This, coupled with an oft-unused natural leadership ability, is what will propel him into stardom.
He enjoys alcohol, and is in terrible danger of becoming an alcoholic if something horrible happens to him. Until then (hopefully never, kids) he isn't opposed to a little drinking to loosen up before a show, or a lot of drinking to unwind after a show. In fact, he's pretty laid-back in general. He works hard and plays harder.
Background Ray spent several years as a child on the streets, away from his family, completely estranged by his own choice. The life of being broke and living by breaking and entering probably set him up well for the rigors and struggle that make up a musician's journey. For most of that time, he ran around with a friend (who is now the lead guitarist for an incredibly famous band), meeting the people who would become the faces of the modern rock scene. They got famous, and all he had out of it was a stolen guitar and a dog.
Ray taught himself to play guitar while living this hard-knock life, and kept the precious stolen guitar in his possession, unplayed, for nearly five years. Why unplayed? Well, as it turns out, said guitar is "Lucille", the fabled bullet-riddled guitar owned by a womanizing blues musician. Once he figured out precisely what it was, he worked to be worthy of it, and wisely kept it hidden from informed eyes. Lucille is one of his most prized possessions.
Lucille has complicated his life a bit. Apparently, he stole her from the trunk of a very wealthy Gene Co surgery enthusiast who had more than his fair share of improvements and enhancements, and who also had a rather large, angry group of thugs at his disposal. When Ray's possession of Lucille was discovered, Ray fled to the underground music scene and the bad part of town, keeping the guitar safely in her case at almost all times. All the guys knew, after all, was that some punk Japanese kid had stolen an incredibly precious guitar and a pretty ugly dog.
While theoretically attending school (mostly skipping) and working two jobs, Ray honed his guitar skills. He had a natural talent, but his love of late 20th century rock has given him a style range from blues to hip hop, and he excels at acoustic and electric guitar performance. His old friend became more and more famous, contributing to charitable causes like childhood preventative surgeries and music programs; seeing this, Ray became even more set on his goal: he would make music that could touch people's hearts. If even one person heard the beauty and truth of his music, and lived fully for a few moments of their life because of him, he'd have done something pretty fucking awesome.
Creating and maintaining a good underground rock band has a bit of a revolving door issue. People tend to realize sooner or later that they're probably going to be eternally broke and never get to sleep. The chances of getting famous are slim, and putting a group of talented individuals together is just asking for an ego battle. He formed a band called Serial Mama with another Japanese guitarist, Eiji, that became rather wildly popular. This time, he thought it might stay together... He worked his ass off day and night, hardly sleeping, living on his own in a shack at one of the places that employs him.
However, Ray recently had a spot of creative differences with Eiji, and the band broke up. Though both men vowed to create the best band in the world, Ray wanted to stay true to rock and not give in to an up-and-coming pop revival. He began looking around at other bands, intending to lure members for his own group with his widely-known guitar skills.
Of course, when it rains it pours: shortly after Serial Mama's breakup, Ray's precious Les Paul custom was destroyed by a drunken anti-fan, and he's been forced suddenly to put Lucille back in action. Without a band, it's not so much a problem, but Ray simply can't give up on the dream. He's been scouting for new members for a month now, and all he's managed to acquire is a funkalicious drummer.
The only other current band member is Demyx, who Ray accidentally scouted when he was looking at recruiting the drummer from Demyx's former band. Nothing was more impressive or oddly appropriate than the kid's sitar skills, and once Ray found out about his songwriting talents, Demyx was put on a very short list. When Demyx's band broke up, Ray was there with an offer and a sympathetic ear.
Ray has a younger sister (from a different father), who looks an awful lot like him. He's the typical older brother to her, except for the part where he encourages people who want to date her by giving them condoms. They don't live together, but they did travel extensively together for about a year. Strangely enough, they both speak Japanese rather poorly due to various circumstances. He doesn't really like to talk about his family, but rumor has it that his father is completely loaded, and the president of a major pharmaceutical company.
Genetics & alterations Ray himself has none, but his dog, Beck, is a cobbled-together zombie dog. Beck was this way when Ray got him, a project by a demented Gene Co-rejected veterinarian.
Samples
First person
WANTED:
Musicians who don't suck. Preferably rock musicians, but at this point I'll give anyone a shot. Let me know when your next live is so I can steal you from your current band, remaining sexy while doing so.
Reward: Long hours, no sleep, possible future fame. Groupies optional.
Third person
For the third time that evening, Ray entered a dark, smoky club, and inhaled deeply. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses, deliberately making it nearly impossible to see in the room. He wasn't there to watch a show; he was there to listen.
Every weekend he did this, scouted other indie bands to find talents or ideas for his band. Serial Mama's breakup had been a disappointment, but he couldn't let up. If he held back even an ounce of his drive, he'd never reach his dream.
Tonight, the final target group was called Spare Change. They had a reputation for being somewhat quirky, but he'd heard amazing things about the vocalist and the drummer, and anything was worth a shot. Behind his glasses, he closed his eyes, letting the sounds wash over him, individually examining each and every instrument.
He kept getting distracted, though, by one of them. The weird one. The sitar player. Who the hell had a sitar in their rock band?