Name: "Yeah, I've got a name. I'm sure you'd like to know it, wouldn't you?"
Rai (Pronounced Ray) Hill

Nickname: "You want to shorten my name? Have fun with that."
Haha, nicknames. He loves them so much. They include Sunny, R, Ray-Ray, and anything else that one could think to call him. He doesn't really like them, but he wouldn't tell you. He'd hate you a good bit though. But don't worry, he didn't need that to think rude thoughts about you.

Age: "Well... I think its right.... Since I'm always right, you know?"
16

Gender: "Wanna see? No, I didn't think so."
Male

Sexuality: "Why do you care?"
Rai is primarily heterosexual, but he doesn't care much for romance anyway, and has never really explored that part of himself

Love Interest: "Again, why do you care?"
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Power: "Can you hear me now?"
Rai can speak to other people using his mind. He sends words from his own brain to theirs. He can get it to one or two people at a time, possibly three on a good day. But he can't hear their thoughts. he can just place his own thoughts in their head. It comes like an internal voice. A very...distinct voice. But not his own voice. He doesn't have one of those. He has to think the words in his own head for them to come out in the other one's head, so there would be no accidental sendings. He has to focus on it. He can also change the volume. Radically. Enough to give someone a killer headache, as well as a bit of good ole' brain swelling. If he works his 'gift' too much, however, he'll loose his 'voice' which, when coupled with the headache that comes with focusing too hard, doesn't leave him feeling too...chipper. To say the least. The limit to his power is his own endurance, mental, mind you, which depends on how annoyed he is. He does not need to look at the person to send them a message, but he does need to have a feeling of where they are. Or where their mind is. It isn't a visual thing like, close your eyes and you can see all the pretty lights of people's minds, but more of a meta-physical thing. As in he can reach his own mind out and sort of, nudge the consciousnesses of those around him. They don't feel anything though. Also, if he is surrounded by people, he can get through to send a message to anyone outside of the ring because he needs to feel where the other person's mind is to send. Simple enough, eh?

"Yup, that's me, short and sweet."

Personality: "I'm a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Now bugger off and leave me alone."
Rai thinks very highly of himself. He loves to be right, because, to put it simply, he is. And he isn't very reserved when it comes to his opinion. It dances through his head in a constant starker parade of insults and criticism. But he'd gotten used to not sharing that opinion, so his strong and often snarky thoughts usually stay comfortably in his head. Lucky for him.

"Lucky for me. Woop-de-fricken-do. The only good thing about this is that it is about me."

Rai doesn't like being babied or told what to do, and will react very negatively to bossy people. Usually by complaining to himself or plotting against them. He is a bit of a narcissist. (hah, A bit) He definitely likes himself better than other people. Everyone else and anyone else. Because he is right and they are wrong. Even when he is wrong he is right. Because he decided that he was always right, he was right about that, thus making him eternally right. He has also developed a very skillful glare, which can be switched on and off at his own amusement. A very biting glare at that. one of those with all that shooting daggers lot.

"True dat."

On occasions he can be somewhat nice, rather genial to people, but that is only on a very good day. But his good mood, even when present is only shown though silence, which is characteristic for him. Of course. Such pleasantness hearkens back to younger days when the sun was brighter. When Rai was brighter. But that was then. Rai doesn't much like dwelling in the past, or at least, the painful bits of it he can remember. A flash here, a dollop there. It reminds him of what is wrong with him now. And of course, seeing as Rai is never wrong, one wouldn't want to think too hard on it, now would he? Rai is bitter about his lack of vocal chords all the time, even when he is feeling rather...sunny, and can be brutally jealous of others. He is most amused by himself, and often when he has a small smirk on his face, it about some thought in his mind, usually something rude or mean about some other person. It doesn't help that his jealousy feeds his narcissism by putting others down low enough for him to get a leg up.

"I am not bitter. Who in the hell is writing this thing anyway? If I ever find them I'm most definitely going to break their brain for writing that."

When angry, Rai is not a pretty sight. He feels that he can take the punishment of those who do wrong against him into his own hands. Which usually ends up with him screaming into their minds until their ears bleed because their brains are swollen. Such punishment is worth the exhaustion it leave Rai with, and the splitting headache. And the irritability. Which he already had, so that doesn't really count. But when he headache irritable, everyone knows it, whether they want to or not. He can keep up a very good complaining session once his voice is somewhat back. And a scratchy mind voice is not a pretty sound. Or... whatever it is...

"I am not irritable. And I don't complain. I alert others to my situation."

He also has a tendency to act childish, especially when he doesn't get his way. This usually includes sulking and mind-whining, in small, random increments. Rai likes a good surprise. He is actually incredibly good at it, when he bothers to make an effort to bother the others. Revenge is the sweetest of deserved desserts. Especially when the other gets a headache. or Rai gets his way. Either one is fine. Or maybe both. That would be twenty percent cooler.

"I am not a brony. Do not insinuate such things. But revenge is sweet. I like that bit about desserts. It is mine now!"

The young man has a constant urge to steal things as well. Anything. he's gotta have it. because he deserves it, right? Possessions make the man. Which makes Rai greedy. It doesn't even matter what it is. A button here, a ribbon there, a piece of string, a chain, a leaf, a flower, broken glass in a interesting shape, a large rock in an exotic color, He's even so low as to steal things from anyone around him. See it, want it, gotta have it, take it, enjoy it. Forget about it. once he's got it the item amuses him for a short while, but ultimately he looses interest in it. It was a habit he learned when he was young. He does have quite a few memories of stealing things from other people. Pens, scraps of paper, little plastic dolls, anything and everything. He loves stuff. just the rush of triumph in finding a new toy for the moment, just the glee in adding one more treasure to his mental collection. If he wanted to he could probably list nearly everything in his 'collection' of things that he has amassed over the years of his little life.

"You make it sound like such a bad thing. Stuff is nice. I remember this one time when i found this piece of glass with little grains of sugar embedded in it... and..."

Really, Rai is a broken, broken boy. His narcissism comes from his feelings that he is inadequate because of his muteness, and when he isn't in even a semblance of a good mood, or even an angry mood, he is tearing himself down inside. He rarely resorts to physical violence to solve his problems, mostly because he isn't all that strong. But he is good at picking at other people's weaknesses and tearing them down from the inside, if he so chooses. When he bothers to let out the constant stream of criticism that runs through his mind. The past pricks at his fingers and toes with an annoying, incessant reminding of his inadequacies, even though for the life of him he cannot remember anymore why exactly whatever happened to his mother made him feel so... not full of himself. Maybe, full of grief?

"Piffle. Piffle piffle piffle. Do not think of such things. I demand it. They are not true."

Grief. That isn't a word in Rai's vocabulary. Why mourn over other people? Unless their demise was linked directly to his own. Even then he'd probably be worried more about the end of his own existence than of anyone else's. He does have the ghosts of the emotion occasionally, especially when he is close to sleep, a pass time that he absolutely abhors, but they can be swept away with the wave of his slender hand.

"The beginning is absolutely correct. The last bit, not so much. I don't like that. I call for an edit! Or perhaps I shall find a way to get on and fix it for myself. Ah, an idea of some worth! Much like many of the other ideas I come up with."

Clothes/Accessories: "Hats are delightful inventions. But I am not obsessed. No really. You want to question me?"
Although he has a high opinion of his own intelligence, he doesn't really care one way or another about his appearance. His black-blue hair is always messy, falling about his face in disarray. He usually likes to wear dark clothes that accentuate his pale skin, but requires some bit of refinement. By refinement he means clothes that aren't baggy and generally show off his small short frame. (Which is, by the way, a nice 5'3) He also has a rather eccentric love of hats. Any kind of hats. especially the little tops hats bedecked with ribbons. He finds them amusing. Enough so that he'll steal any hat that he can get his fingers on. But he doesn't care to wear them. You see, it is more about owning things than actually using them. He likes jewelery, but again, more to have and to hold than to wear and use. Don't shake his hand, he'll steal the ring off your finger.

"I've got this one shirt that I like a lot. It is a black t-shirt with a tie imprinted on it. Very cool. ANd My love of hats is not eccentric, thank you very much."

Appearance wise Rai has a thin sparrow like build. He isn't very muscular. Or strong. But that's beside the point. No really. He'd like you to stop thinking about that. He has black hair that shines blue in the light, and he still has a few streaks from where he dyed it when he was younger. Before. He has a nasty habit of nibbling on his finger pads, right behind where his nail is, and usually they are torn up and ragged. His nails are well groomed though. He really likes his nails. He has a slender defined face, with child-like eyes and a small mouth. Somehow he manages to have a vaguely bored expression on his face for the most part. Unless there is something interesting going on, which has to do with him obtaining more things. More stuff. Yay for stuff.

"It is not a nasty habit. Although, I wish I could stop. But I don't really realize that I'm doing it."

Theme Song: " Can you hear me now?"
Anything you can do
Hopeless

Other: "All the other junk that I'm going to tell you. Listen, because it is vitally important so you can fully comprehend my superiority to you."
As you, dear reader, have probably already surmised, Rai is mute. Not a single vocal chord to his name. Born that way to a single mother. He has a few kleptomaniac tendencies, as well as an almost unhealthy attachment to stuff, which results in hoarding, because he was raised in a poor household. Not living in a box poor, but close enough. He has a spotty memory at best, partly because he is right, and thus being right nothing bad has ever happened to him unless it ultimately made him even more correct. The other part is the things that have been done to him. His mind ha been messed with, and in result is a tad scrambled.

He also has a bit of a mouth on him, in the figurative sense. As in, he'll curse with the best of them. or the worst if you'd like to put it that way. He doesn't care if he offends people. That only makes it more fun. And if he is intent on bothering a person easily offended by curse words he'll take it as his personal duty to desensitize them to the words by saying into their head, 'eff eff eff eff' is a nice rhythmic chant. All in good fun, right?

"Thank you, and have an effing good day. Then give it to me. "
"Because I said so. That's why."
"Thank you, captain Obvious, care to add another statement to your list of achievements?"