[b]Name:[/b] Ricardo Caballero "Rickie"
[b]Age:[/b] 30
[b]Sex:[/b] Yes please—- I mean male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Okay, well I'm a little fat. Okay, maybe not a little. I'm fat. I'm trying to slim down, but sucess has been moderate. I'm also rather tall and broad- about 1.85 m if you ask. I have brown eyes, tan skin, an awesome bandido moustache which some people ridicule and scruffy short hair. I used to be as blind as mole and in need of glasses, but since I entered this world I don't need them. Curious, huh?

[b]Personality: [/b]I'm a guy who likes his personal space, so I don't like crowds, and excessively pushy people. Heck, I am so introverted I even hesitate when i have to adress strangers. Besides that, I'm an okay-ish guy of sort, bit depressive and with low self esteem, but one who's kind and usually takes jokes well, and often talks joking. I like to know about everything sciency-ish, and I'm a big fan of fantasy, pen and paper roleplaying, history and tales of chivalry. I am also a man of honor, and I like to uphold my given word as much as I can. I suffer no cheaters, no liars and I despise malicious people. I am aware I have a darker side when angered and I can be pretty vindictive with people I think deserve some comeuppance, but you have to try hard to make me draw that line, I assure you.

[b]Background:[/b] Okay, I'm a guy from hispanic descent, but that's a given granted my name is Ricardo. I had enough sense when I was a kid to endure, shut up and learn. So I didn't fall in the easy way outs of being a teenager delinquent and I was diligent in my studies. It paid off big as I became a scientist of sorts, and not half bad at it.
But well, things didn't go as I had planned in my mind. I was squeezed without mercy by unscrupulous losses and I could qualify my social life as anecdotical and non existant. I was the target of professional bullying and that almost made me break. Until I drew the line and stood up, exposing the scumbags of my bosses in the process. I was fired. But hey, at least I watched them drowning in lawsuits by other people and being mercilessly devoured by the system. Time to start anew, I guess. But that wasn't working for some reason and I ended up as a borderline-depressed hermit unable to find job or friends. Kinda sucks.

[b]Powers:[/b] You mean, besides the talking voice? GET OUT OF MY HEAD ITS PRIVATE. Just kidding. Well, I could also count my ability to do SCIENCE! but that doesn't work in this world doesn't it? Bugger. Ah there's something else. Even since I set foot on this kind of Middle-Earth-meets-Elm-Street knockoff some weird knowledge is nesting inside my brain folds. I'd say they are magic recipes. So yes, I might be on my way to become a wizard. But pretty much the only thing I can do now is heal some stuff (like I did with my bad eyesight), levitate a bit and toss some kind of sparkly fizzly magic ball... and I have to do the whole hand waving, concentrating, chanting and sometimes using ritual stuff, i guess. I'll probably get better at it though. Knowledge is power and that.

[b]Personal Motive:[/b]This one's a no brainer. I want a decent living, a cute wife, a couple of kids and live a mostly calm and quiet life. But hey, I can't turn a blind eye to an honest plea for help so I'll tag along in the adventure. Heck, I might also find cute fantasy girls aswell. And the perspective of a lifelong study of this world is also appealing, too...

[b]Mementos:[/b] My old scientist ID card. It's now just a piece of plastic, but it makes me remember the best of me, on how I helped humanity as whole developing knowledge.