Richei 'Streak' FalstaffEthnicity:
Third Generation Cuban-AmericanSex:
Single, HomosexualPrevious (Or current) Profession:
Student (High School)/Laborer/Small Time Thief
Dark brown, shaved close to the sides of his head, longer on top. Goatee and chin strap for facial hair. Eyes:
Star tattoos across the top of each pec, as well as colorful tattoo sleeves of seemingly random colors going down each arm.
Richei is a boy who had strong values ingrained in him. He's a hard worker, and a fighter that doesn't give up. They were pressed too hard into him, and when it overwhelmed him, all the good and moral aspects of it were pushed aside. He's looking for his own way to live his life, and at the moment, it's about finding the next big thrill and enough of a score to last him a while. If he ever put his potential and his tenacious spirit towards something meaningful, he wouldn't let anybody stand in his way. Background:
Richei Falstaff's grandparents came over to America on a ship, or a bathtub, or a broken door. Frankly, every time the story was told, the vessel that brought them to the land of the Free was smaller and the story was more heroic. Even as a child, Richei was constantly told the story of how his grand parents came to the country with nothing and built up a small landscaping company into a large company with hundreds of clients. The company had been passed down since Richei's grandfather, and it was simply expected that the boy would take over the company. He was raised with this in mind, always taught the importance of showing respect, of a firm hand, or setting goals and the importance of accomplishing them. As a child, it was fun and exciting to learn the family trade.
As a teenager, the novelty wore off. Richei started to develop his own wants and desires that ran contrary to what the family's business would need. He wanted to learn to play the guitar, but it got in the way of him working in the family business, even hanging out with his friends was out of the question due to his work schedule. The fact that he was out working long hours in people's yards, sweating in the sun, when he was going to be running the company, didn't make sense to him. His parents wanted him to understand what his workers would have to go through, so he could earn their respect and better manage them. To Richei, in his rebellious youth, it just seemed like torture. When he was seventeen, after an especially bad fight with his Father about Richei's responsibilities, Richei ran away.
Ironically, it was the money that he had saved up from working that gave him enough cash to board a train before his family could find him and send him across the country. It was that same work ethic that let him find the small jobs and the manual labor that kept the money coming in for him to afford food and shelter. He was doing harder work than he had at home, but now it was just to survive. It was all worth it, because at least he was doing it for his own freedom. He had a small shitty motel room that he lived in, but at least it was his. He worked in warehouses and on docks, whatever he could to earn enough. He made some friends in the area, most of them older, but all struggling with the pros and cons of their freedom. One of the pros being the free clinic where Richei got his flu vaccine, as well as other immunizations.
It was either boredom, or being high on his new freedom, that got him into going where he didn't belong. His new friends didn't have any of the morals he was raised with, and soon it became a regular affair for the group to get drunk in some place they didn't belong. Richei was a clever boy, and while he could usually find some way to simply bypass a lock, the more desirable locations had more modern security. He learned how to pick locks, how to spot security systems. It was during one of these higher profile B&E jobs that his Symptom first developed. While trying to concentrate on picking a lock, he suddenly found himself on the other side. The fact that the colors of his body seemed to just streak through the door, and the fact that he was now naked on the inside, garnered him the nickname. His friends just assumed it was a hallucination from their own booze and drugs, but Richei was sober enough to know something was off... Symptoms:
Teleportation (SL-1): His nick name of 'Streak' comes from the visual effect that companies his short range teleportation. Richei and his possessions are frozen, like a snap shot of a photo, as he teleports away. That image slowly bleed in a random direction for no less than a foot, making the colors of his clothes, skin, and tattoos streak impossible across the space. The name of 'Streak' also comes with his unreliable ability to carry his possessions with him, in times of stress, sometimes not all of his clothes come with him. He can only carry himself and basic equipment, no more than eight feet away, and requires natural line of sight. Hobbies and Interests:
Urban Exploration, Combat Training, Video Games, Dancing, Comfort Food. OOC Ons and Offs:
Ons: Men that are rough around the edges, Crime, Assertive/arrogant men, Adrenaline, Breaking and entering, Tattoos/Piercings.
Offs: Femininity, Scat, Vomit, Extreme mutilation.