[hider=Mormon Tech Guy]
Name: Raymond Young

Age/DOB: 04/12/98 | 21

Gender: Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] 5'10/179cm, 70kg/155lbs dark brown eyes, red hair (typically, grown out long but styled for compactness and neatness in a ponytail). He is quite pale, his face covered in quite the scattering of freckles that neatly cease their incidence about where glasses could appear. Often, he will be of a pink tint as even the mightiest of sunscreen struggles to protect him (not to speak to careless time spent in the Texan sun). His body is clear of any tattoos, scars, or other such distinguishing features. His nose is somewhat flat relative to an otherwise angular face, having failed to heal completely following being broken in a fight in childhood.  

[b]Profession:[/b] ICE Homeland Security Investigations, Domestic Operations, Laredo Office. 

[b]Education:[/b] Double degree in Computer Science, Physics, with Honours from the University of Texas at Austin. Completed cybersecurity internship and apprenticeship program of the DHS.

[b]Psych Eval/Personal Info:[/b]

Raymond Abraham Young was born in the late 90s in Laredo to a family of Texan Mormons. Claiming distant descent from Brigham Young and with pa owning oil-bearing property, Raymond was born into very considerable wealth and privilege. However, outside of private schooling, Ray had very little in the way of fruits to enjoy from this. With his parents oft missing on business he was effectively raising himself for much of his childhood, a fact that gave him a strong value in independence, particularly when in elementary schooling his life was a matter that lead to him being the victim of bullying. It was in the sixth grade that he made his first true friend, and it was that same year that he lost him. It was quick and brief, little Ron being just an unintended casualty of a driveby shooting from a turf of drug runners across the border. From that day on, solitude was something that Ray quite found he preferred and retroactively appreciated. Nonetheless, a desire to somehow prevent such loss made him say at dinner: "Mom, I want to be a police man." Though he'd never admit or display this to prevent employment, the incident gave him a dislike for Mexicans; this has been difficult for him to rationalize to this day as many of his trusted coworkers are such, as are some members of his Temple. 

High school was far better, a time for networking and the start of sliding into the professional future that Raymond dreamed of at the behest of family without having to form particularly personal connections. Still reeling from the incident in elementary school, Raymond remained a youth quite wary of being integrated into society in a meaningful way.

Mother and father wanted him to work in the oil field like them, or in security with crime becoming ever more common on their property ever so close to the border. Yet, his one little act of rebellion was looking to the future. To familial disdain, Raymond wanted to go into the world of computers, one of the solaces he had as a child. This was a time that he grew much closer to his faith, for where his immediate family disparaged all the studies in computers he took, the Clergy of the LDS encouraged him and indeed provided him the connections to cruise through internship with the DHS that at last placated his parents to some degree. While as a mere child he struggled to take his clan's religion seriously as he lacked the higher thought and introspection to truly fathom it, from his teenage years onwards Mormonism was critical to him in both providing spiritual solace he found secular sources couldn't provide while also giving community that he wasn't nearly as afraid of losing.

University was an even better time for him, where at last the world began to make some sense as studying far from home he had the world unto himself. His relative lack of friends from the past was if anything seen as a blessing by him, as there were far less distractions to studying eleven hours most days. At the same time, it was a period in which he began to grow weary of the world around him. The veneer of much of what he believed about the government began to fray. As he learned more of American intelligence and security apparatus, and of history he began to have doubts about his future working for the government. How could he fight for those that so gladly tried to exterminate his people several times through history? Learning of Waco and other incidents with the government and finally of American adventures abroad he became doubtful of much of the public mission statements of government branches. This has been a source of internal conflict for him as he always has the thought at the back of his mind that his work for the government could and likely is supporting something he would personally consider evil. 

It was during his apprenticeship with the DHS that Raymond had his experience with the paranormal. 

Therein reviewing simple photographs of smuggled goods, he happened upon a parcel from Mexico. A dagger it was, but though in a pre-European style the engravings seemed oddly legible Latin alphabet writing even if the words spelled nonsense. Reading out the syllables of the photograph on his screen, a [i]thing[/i] began to crawl out of the screen. He and his supervisor alike were struck with horror, and it was only as something resembling a human torso had managed to manifest itself did the youth find the sudden courage and strength to smash it over the head with a stapler. Long after it had slunk back into the monitor he kept smashing. The two viewers never spoke of it again, but the supervisor retired less than a month later. Ever since then Raymond has not skipped Church, struggling to rationalize what he saw that one day. 

Ultimately this made him quite glad he chose fairly cushy work in cybersecurity rather than something hands-on as family would have wanted him. Easily passing an interview to get into the ICE's office in Laredo. Since then, he has tried to largely keep a low profile and calmly climb the career ladder. He is glad to assist his family in matters of the cyber world on the weekends, but in the evenings he can't help but study what might have been the cause of what had occurred to him and the rabbithole that expands from there. For one, he has spent much time in the nights long after work hours looking into the Mexican gang that brought that dagger over. While each evening horrifies him more than the last, it has once more lead him to double down rather than question any of his convictions. 


[b]Bonds: [/b]
-Church of LDS
-Immediate Family

[b]Motivations: [/b]
-A very intense desire to leave an important legacy behind. 
-As any good members of the LDS, he wants to have a family and children.
-Finding approval from family.

[b]Fears:[/b] One thing that Raymond is particularly afraid is death. Not in the direct sense that he is afraid of catching a bullet or going outside for fear of stabbed. He is afraid of what comes after. He is a faithful Mormon, but he remembers every sin he does and is afeared of eternal damnation. Every evening he scans his memory for something he might have done that was wrong and he has failed to repent before God. In a similar vein, he is afraid that the many people he has come to value will fail to repent their many sins and hence will be damned. That is not all however. While quite devout, there is the slightest bit of doubt in him, that perhaps there is no God, or a God that isn't the one he worshipped. The thought of eternal nothingness gives him a hollow feeling in his heart, almost as horrid as the feeling of some alternate deity eternally tormenting him for failure to show fealty in the correct way. A fear stemming from this is that he will have little legacy or memory left behind, a fact that has always given him a fear of death through his head being destroyed leaving no face behind a fact he learned with the growing appearance of such violence in media. 

Treachery literal and more spiritual is also a deep fear for Raymond. While there is a small, general paranoia within him there is also a fear that he is the traitor, namely in that all of his life's efforts would have in one way or another hindered the good rather than served it.

A somewhat abstract fear he has is amnesia, largely for reasons outlined above. His whole life he has spent great effort to be where he is and to maintain virtue, yet if reborn without any of his memories he has a deep fear he could easily regress into something he would detest. 

HIT POINTS: 39
STRENGTH: 13
DEXTERITY: 13
STAMINA: 13
BUREAUCRACY: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 16
WILLPOWER: 13
SAN/BREAKING POINT: 65/52
POWER: 65

[b]Skills:[/b] 
Gifted (70-80): Computer Science, Electronics, Criminology
Adept(50-69): 4 skills | Science (Physics) (66), Accounting (54), SIGINT (62), HUMINT (53)
Average(30-49): 4 skills | First Aid (32), Hand to Hand (57), Marskmanship (57), Law (33)
Novice(10-29): 5 skills | Medicine (16), Armorer (19), Demolitions/EOD (14), Craft (Microelectronics) (20), History (21)


[b]Special Training:[/b] 
Ordinances (INT): Raymond Young is very well versed in Ordinances, the general term used to apply to Mormon ritualism. While he would have never imagined he would use it in his work, Raymond is more than ready to apply Christian mysticism if needed.

[b]Weaknesses: [/b]
Raymond is fairly insecure. Ever since dad gave little more than a smile and a thumbs up when Raymond returned from graduation, he just can't ever feel like he is doing enough. 

Agent Young is a Mormon. This means that some social situations are quite difficult on the grounds he won't partake in coffee, alcohol, or tobacco as others will. This hinders any amount of theoretical practical applications of him in the field. As well, the habit forming substances that his Temple insists on restricting include most painkillers, a fact he quite fervently adheres to citing the addiction epidemic in some Mormon communities particularly in their Utahn homeland. This makes a persistent concern in treating him of shock, even if he insists he is quite capable of gritting his teeth through any pain. It also means he will typically refuse to administer painkillers and other addictive substances when himself performing first aid (and further he shan't carry such).

[b]ADAPTATIONS:[/b] (These are adaptations to trauma. For any SAN roll that succeeds against these two types of trauma results in you adding an X in either Violence or Helplessness. 4 Xs result in gaining an Adaptation, and a mental disorder, like PTSD for instance.)
Violence:
Helplessness:

[b]Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:[/b] Because you're not going to be walking around in door-kicking gear all day, every day on a clandestine op.
Clothing: He will naturally adapt to where he is going, wearing flannels if expecting rugged terrain or an orderly suit and tie if in the urban world. Always he will be as well dressed as he can without falling into ostentation or impracticality. He'll usually have a hat and/or sunglasses for his pale skin to not burn. 
Weapons: He is a fan of John Browning's works, honouring his confessional culture. While typically he will carry just a compact M45 pistol, he has any amount of Mr. Browning's inventions and their derivatives at home.
Tools/Equipment: Usually little more than a laptop and some spare water. 

[b]Operational Clothing/Equipment:[/b]
Clothing: Neat suit and tie. He will if necessary wear a discrete IIIA plate-carrier, but in general his profession gives him the philosophy that most dangers he'd be better off running away from than kitting himself out to protect from. He will usually bring electronic earmuffs and similarly to his off duty glasses and headgear to protect his skin. 
Weapons: In his job he is not expected to carry a firearm, but as a true Texan boy while on duty he will carry his usual M45 as is his right. 
Tools/Equipment: In general, a laptop and first aid kit. However if needed he will carry anything from a gas analyzer to a geiger counter if a situation might demand. In rare cases he might bring along a drone, typically a discrete quadcopter that can be thrown in a ditch without proverbially emptying the wallet. [/hider]