Its a hard life but someone has to drink it.
" Oh well I enjoy the music of Mozart, the cheese of the east of France aswell as moonlight skinny dips. Ill take you if youre a good boy, the fuck is it any of youre business? Is that enough personality for you? "
One mobile phone.
12 Marlboro cigarettes.
1 Ring of keys, with three keys and a troll doll.
1 Disposable Lighter
One full Hip Flask of what he referrs to as " Enlightenment "
Raymond Melvin Hyde was born to George and Christine Hyde, the first couple of years of his birth was spent with his mother in a small apartment in the centre of Raccoon City with his father working all hours at the local pressing mill. Raymond barely saw his father for the first couple of years but the family despite some poverty was close knit and was happy, Raymond would help his mother in anyway possible during the day while trying to find his way through the wall of mist his mother seemed to constantly exude even when she wasnt chain smoking. By most records he was a good student, a little un-intrested at times but when he applied himself his grades were sufficent.
At the age of nine he finally got to spend alot more time with his father after an accident at the pressing mill at which his father lost his right arm down from the elbow, the compay owning the mill refused involvment and because of lack of funds Raymonds father had not thought it neccesary to become part of the union. This left Raymond as the breadwinner and he began to take on as much work as possible but people would laugh at him when he would enquire about a job. He resorted to stealing anything he could lay his hands on to pawn it to keep the family, the years poured on and as the climate grew more and more cruel it became harder for his father to find a job with his new found disability.
The years got harder and by the time Raymond hit the age of fifteen, he had stopped bothering to feigning illness or lieing and had simply pushed it into the category of not an issue and spent his time shared between his two jobs ( Delivery boy and Store Attendant ), he would pick up what he could off the two jobs a free pizza here or some "damaged" goods could feed the family for a few day. At 16, his father chose the barrel of a .45 rather than spending another second in the apartment that he had gone to loath over the last couple of years, he saw it more and more as a prison. He stood and he cried for his father, he took a moment for the first time since he was child and let himself feel. His fathers coffin took him two years of work to pay off, the headstone was simple. Raymond became Ray, sick and tired of banging his head against the wall struggling every second of everyday to feed him and his mother.
A cruel person would say it was one less problem when his mother died of lung cancer three years after his father, it could have been caught with some medication with some treatment but she said nothing and simply let her face warm into a smile everytime he returned home. She would kiss him on the forehead and thank the world for her boy, Ray would only find out when she coughed herself into a fit the blood on her lips was so clear to see he took her to hospital. It was inoperable, three more months and all that was left was Ray.
He quit his jobs, well if you want it in legal terms. He resigned from the Pizza company he worked for as a delivery boy, he was fired from the Store he worked at after starting throwing bottles of whiskey at the manager, temporarily blinding the manager and shattering the front window. If you want to find Ray, Check Bennys on 7th, long as you mind youre mouth and are always ready to buy him a drink, he is a nice enough guy. Big mouth though.