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Raymond Logano

"I shudder at the thought of the witch, with hatred I shall strike that bitch."

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a character in “Witch's Garden”, as played by Maeve

Description

Raymond Logano
Hair: Short dark hair.
Eyes: Brown, slanted due to unknown heritage.
Skin: Dark-toned, [looks Mexican/European but for some reason I don't presume there are those...heritages' in the land. Let's blame it on sun, shall we?]
Height: 6'0.
Age: 19
And on his left shoulder, all the way down his chest is the tattoo of a dragon head, entwined heads breathing fire over the full moon as a reminder of the things he lost and the things he's gained. Yule complemented him on in in her weird nicker- only after receiving cupcakes, as she was then feeling generous.
He also has runes of very distinct markings. They come when you are marked by a dragon- he was sure the witch had them too, although nobody knew about them. They are interconnecting and cover his left palm, rising up over the inside of his wrist and to the crease of his elbow, over his bicep, and connected with his larger dragon tattoo.
Due to his bond with a dragon, he has advanced. He is faster, stronger, wiser [though that came from Yule sharing her knowledge]. His skin sometimes glows like alabster, his face is sharp and angled, with a thick brow and jaw. He is clean shaven, one of the few men in the City of Light without a beard. And he keeps his tattoos covered at almost all times.

Personality

I do not like my state of mind
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or light.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of the witch;
With hatred I shall strike that bitch.

He is a strict vegitarian.

Equipment

He is gifted with aiming. As a kid he followed the profession with hope; perhaps he would make enough money in service to the king due to his excellent knife-chucking skills. Yet after specific events in his past...he was empty-brested. He squandered his gift on bar fights; drunk on mead and such. He is also good at hunting [he hunted for his family often in childhood]. One of his most peculiar yet mythical traits: he is a Caller. A specific gift, it allows him the ability to call on most animals- particularly dragons, and they go into his service willingly. For reasons not yet revealed to him, they consider him their God. Thus so, stumbling around in the forest with a bottle of mead and a will to destroy, he met a young dragon. They are linked in their minds, but not enough to produce telepathy. [The ability to read one another's thoughts.]
[It will go into detail in History.]
Some of his most recent discoveries: he can generally heal animals. It takes a great deal of strength. Afterwards, he has a unique bond with that animal and can actually transport himself into the conciousness of that animal, although he hasn't worked out all the kinks and details of that new ability yet.

History

Raymond [goes by Ray] was birthed to his mother [a housewife with three previous girls] and his father [a burly man who bred horses for a living]. His father was relieved the Gods, or God, or Godess, whichever, had blessed him with someone to carry on the family name. Although his sisters were all older, he was the first child to get a job, as was custom. He groomed horses for little to none money every day, but if it bought the loaf of fresh bread at the end of every month, it was well worth it. His father taught him at age 16 to shod a horse. Becoming a farrier would bring him much money until he reached the age to qualify as one of the king's guards.
At the height of his life, this is when his eldest sister, Yule, disappered.
She had no habit of leaving the house without permission. She watched over her siblings as any watchful mother would do. She was also engaged to a local blacksmith.
Ray went searching for her, day in, day out, every night. For a week he failed to appear back at his house alltogether; he slept in makeshift camps as he traveled along the outskirts of the country. He found no news of her; hide and tail, if she'd been 'napped and sold into the illegal slade trade, Ray would never forgive himself. The witch had instigated the slave trade since it often killed off many people in the "master's" trade of work.
When he arrived back at his home on his faithful mare Esmeralda, he discovered his mother in a panic. The two youngest sisters were sobbing on the floor. In the middle of the ranshackle hut was his father. His shirt was off and his back was bleeding heavily. His eyes were closed. Contrary with the rest of his body, his face was serene, almost peaceful. With much force and glaring, Ray managed to gather from Hanna, the sister nearest to his age, that his father had been whipped by one of the local swordsmen of the King because his horse, who often got shod by his father, had tripped while on a raid and broken it's leg, and by determination of the vet, had to be shot. By extension the buisness of creating horseshoes run by his father was to be banned to him. Anyone who took his services would be outlawed. Ray's father had been distracted by the absense of his son and missed a nail on the shoe of the horse. Normally, none of the King's guards would've been so harsh, not even the King if this happened to him. But tensions were high; the witch's spell of misfortune had proved itself many times over.
Ray ran from the house, shamed to the point of suicide. Wandering the forests, rambling to himself with a bottle of mead in his hand, he stumbled upon a young dragon. Just the rarity of the dragon astonished him. As far as anyone knew, the only dragon within a thousand legues was the witch's. It spoke to him: You called, and I have come. Upon waking in a nest of moss, Ray glanced around, sure it'd been a dream. But laying there across the field was the dragon, staring with her silver eyes. Asking for a name and receiving none, he decided to call her Yule, after his sister, and has sworn the pelt of the witch in payment for his sister, of whom he eventually did hear of. She'd been killed by the witch. He stopped by his house, then set out, only a poor boy and his dragon, seaching for a means to finally capture the witch, he be damned.

So begins...

Raymond Logano's Story