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i couldn't find a drawing corresponding completely, sorry. the realistic photo is more like him (mousey blond hair pushed back etc)[/hider]

[indent][u]Full name:[/u] Rainier Mendoza 

[u]Nickname:[/u] Rain 

[u]Appearance:[/u] Standing at about a meter seventy-two, the first thing people notice about Rain is in a mutable order: his slight build, his tightened lips and the verve of his hazel eyes. His uniform is at all times well maintained, and to reinforce this he has a habit of straightening any wrinkle he finds on his sleeves with the other hand. Rain was not born with much strength, but through rigorous training he had managed to get himself in decent shape, and you can see that his knuckles are in contrast to his porcelain skin, bruised and scratched. Overall he gives off the vibe of an annoyed, stifled character.

[u]Gender:[/u] Male

[u]Age:[/u] 18

[u]Sexuality:[/u] Homosexual [/indent]

[hider=Backstory]Rain was born to a poor single mother who both over-coddled and thrashed him about since a young age. Raised amongst other urchins and alley kids, he grew up rough-and-tumble, against his own quieter nature. He did not like being led and thus never joined the pseudo-gangs of his grammar school, making him seem like an easy target, but after a few fights the other boys learned that he was no coward and that he seldom had pocket money. They left him alone, some of them even befriending him, although he spent most of his early childhood helping out his mother with tending to strangers’ gardens. This left him very sensitive to nature – his favorite flower is the Mock Orange, and he is familiar with many botanical terms. 

 As he grew up into his early teens his mother was arrested for theft of one of her patrons’ silver axe. Whether or not she was rightfully convicted stays a mystery, but Rain is convinced that she wasn’t, and stayed vengeful towards the family. Ironically they legally took him in as an adopted son after the incident, and kept telling him how unfortunate he was to have such a fiend for a mother. Around the age of fourteen he finally joined a crew of teenagers he used to know: their playground pranks have become full-on extortion and burglary now. He was the youngest of the group, but he proved capable and his quiet steps were useful. Through great effort he became a well-respected member of his neighborhood’s adolescent crime community, so he didn’t have to bear being just another crony anymore. One day, after a mistakenly in-depth talk with his buddies about his hatred for his host family, an older boy gave him a vial and told him to abandon them for the streets and to be… very, very thorough about it. Under the pressure of familiar eyes staring at him, he accepted to attempt this. It did not go well, as he shook and did not gather the guts to complete the task. The patriarch decided to be nice and did not call the police on him, having forged a bond, but he can still feel the cold disappointed gaze of the scum who took his mother away from him as the man told him to go. 

 And then he went, with a scalding feeling in his stomach. He judged himself on his short walk out through the family’s gorgeous garden of vines and roses, staring at his footsteps, and he deemed himself weak. Rain’s entire body was suddenly animated with vague hatred that he couldn’t distinguish the target of. In his late teens he read books and learnt as much as he could from his few friends still in school, then trained his strength, agility and endurance purely by becoming the de facto leader of his band of friends, organizing petty yet lucrative crime. He was hardworking, and he had a tough shell, but in his scalding stomach he still felt weak, and maybe he is. At the end he only organized illegal poker and raked in the income, mugged old ladies in the night, stole watches, intimidated the young who couldn’t do anything about it – it’s not like he ever poured that vial.

 With his professional delinquency he stayed in multiple hotels usually a few months at a time, but he never received courier. On the day he did, he was alarmed, paranoid, and hesitated to read the contents of it. Rainier Mendoza, his name, written in fancy italics – and what the letter said was so improbable the first thing he thought of was danger. Or a joke. But after a few letters were sent to him consecutively Rain started taking things seriously in a different way, and he asked around about the academy. The information intrigued him, and so he decided to come just to see, alert and a bit fidgety at the gate. What if this was just all a ploy to hurt him, or even worse, to embarrass him? With dignified strides he stepped through the gates full of doubt. Lucky for him, and a bit shockingly, it was the real deal. [/hider]

[indent][u]Positive Traits:[/u] Determined, Intelligent, Organized, Loyal, Empathetic, Straightforward, Reactive 
 
[u]Negative Traits:[/u] Tense, Self-absorbed, Vengeful, Hasty, Skeptical, Violent, Self-denying

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