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There is a flower within my heart
Daisy, Daisy
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Name:
Ranefer Antar
Nickname:
Ferris, Ronny, Nef
Birth Date:
07 / 18 / 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
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Daisy, Daisy give me your heart, do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you
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In Depth Appearance:
Wide eyes, dark circles, and a heavy weight on his back. They dull and brighten intermittently, tied to the pucker of bright, bright lips. Slung around sinews of muscle earned and earned through fiery work, are tinged, sand stone skin, rough and calloused and wrapped around leather. No smiles on a jaw cut with fine ice, smoothed over the lines of high cheekbones and sunken skin washed under the bags of his eyes. A mess of hunched over bones bent on hiding the lithe muscles always a coiled cobra eager to strike. Unwanted rage hide in the curl of long fingers and gnarled knuckles, in the stomp of muscled thighs that have known the true pain of standing endless under the hot sun that burned his skin.
Clunky skin, gnarled and broken, twisted over smooth, cut bone settles in the fine upholstery of golden legs. A work slaved over days, months, years, to aim for a perfection undeserved. A stark contrast to the tired eyes are the sun beam rays of metallic legs, all hard lines and jutting metal - a sleekness hidden beneath the bent metal. It moves and breathes with the skin it latches onto, keeping the dull pain of lost limbs at bay. Adaptation is the cornerstone of the golden material, trimmed in black as it twists and wraps and forms to compliment the situation. Plates over feet, twisting into toes and a steep arch beneath that curve the soles into a elegant mimic of human feet. More proud of these than of himself, a pride evident in the sullen gleam of his tired eyes.
Clothing Style:
Things that a person can hide in: sweaters, hoodies, jackets, long sleeves, scarves, endless layers. Things an individual can stick their hands in and cover their face. Hats and beanies, a numerous amount of coats from a closet dedicated to heavy, outer layers make almost an entire ensemble. The pants act as a sharp contrast; the plates of the prostheses move at a constant rate, catching on loose material easily. They don't discriminate fabric, tearing and shredding polyester and denim with ease. An exact measurement tightens pants enough that the material remains hovering over the metal, allowing it to move and whir in peace. But the allure of sweatpants never fades and pairs are kept during moments when the legs are no longer needed and comfort above all else is the top priority.
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It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford the carriage
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Quirks/Oddities/Habits
◬ When plans and ideas come to mind, Ranefer mumbles their exact needs and specifications under his breath in rapid succession. He'll do this until he's able to write everything down.
◬ When talking to people, Ranefer stares at his feet. When talking to an authority figure, he'll look them directly in the eyes and stand rigidly straight.
◬ When being talked to, Ranefer holds his breath until he's able to speak.
◬ Everyday, Ranefer will take two showers; one in the morning and one at night. After the second shower, Ranefer often takes a bath, reads, and drinks in solitude there. For a long ass time.
◬ Even in the hot heat of summer, Ranefer will always gravitate toward things that are warm.
Likes:
◬ Cats. Cats. Cats. Especially Scottish Folds and Egyptian Maus. A-and Siamese Cats too... uh. The list is actually quite long.
◬ Astronomy
◬ Robotics
◬ Music While Working
◬ Baths
◬ Holing up and creating things for days at a time
◬ Warm, Cozy Things (especially fire places)
Dislikes:
◬ Cars
◬ Wheelchairs
◬ The Cold
◬ Being Stared At
◬ His Temper
◬ Being Told To Calm Down
◬ Bath Time Being Interrupted
Fears:
◬ Finding a reason not to make things anymore. To lose his muse and his creativity.
◬ Being hit, punched, kicked, hurt in anyway by someone close to him. Being taken advantage of.
◬ What he's capable of when losing control
Personality:
◬ Explosive ◬ Self-Defeating◬ Introverted ◬ Inquisitive ◬
Father of volcanoes. The Romans feared Vulcan, as they very well should have. Mt. Saint Helens. Krakatoa. Volcanoes contained an explosive force of fire and brimstone, rained down ashes days after in an aftermath of their anger. Unfortunately, Ranefer shows little difference. A bubbling, molten fury hides beneath the frail form hidden in the warmth of cozy sweaters. A temper only amplified by his lineage seethes beneath the surface first. The magma displaces itself, bubbles to the surface, a churning force in his stomach. And then it lets go, spitting fire and rage, vomiting words he can't hear beyond the ringing tinnitus of anger shoving itself in a heartbeat in his ears. And that constant beating, heavy in his neck, his heart, his wrists, his stomach do wonders to show Ranefer that he lives. Lives beyond the dormant state he crawls back into.
And that dormancy cripples him. He can't take the sudden bleeding of red out of his vision, succumbing to the grey of depression sinking deep. Inspiration leaves him. The world feels slow and every day feels cloudy, even despite the white fluff of clouds barely holding any rain. Worthlessness aches in his bones and suddenly getting out of bed seems akin to climbing a mountain. The deep groan of his throat giving way to the soft, deep breaths of slumber - sleep over everything. A thing that's always crawled in his mind, of course, yet further intensified by the hand life gave him. Makes things harder to do and with its ever presence lingering, it's quite easy to succumb to that inner voice in his head telling him that he's no good. A vicious cycle of building things up just to watch another version of himself knock it all down.
In between these states of mind sits a young boy who finds utter enjoyment in creating things, building things, learning things. Someone who wants and yearns for good company, but likes time alone. Likes time to open a book or watch a movie; to indulge in the things that he knows makes him happy. And even if that sabotaging conscience whispers in the back of his mind, he still tries. If he got anything positive out of his father, it's likely the stubborn need to get back up.
Background:
" You come from a full line of Pharaohs - a child of the sun - and yet you're as good as your legs: in a ditch off some country road. "
An empire of the modern world, Horus Tech found itself in Cairo, Egypt for the majority of its starting years. Just a small company of mostly innovative IT guys, yet perfection had been its absolute core principal. Dubai skyrocketed the company into a veritable, modern day empire. They created perfection in their technology and while they didn't lead the front of luxury tech, they revolutionized technology used in various factories all over the world. Like any large corporation, many individuals rooted deep within the company's infrastructure found corruption in the power they yearned. What came from an honest man's want for perfection, for the unimaginable potential of technology, twisted down the generations into a greed that soon turned perfection into a status symbol - a false one, but one that still held a great deal of power.
In the recent years, the CEO gave birth to a young boy, a possible heir to the fortune the company amassed. By then a notion that the Antar family derived from the pharaohs of old, children of the sun god Ra, had already deeply ingrained itself into the top tier platforms of the company's founders (children of the founders, at the least). Ranefer Antar would thus be raised as royalty in a world where royalty doesn't mean a damn thing. Yet, money talked, so any opinion otherwise stated didn't hold to the 'truths' of Horus Tech's allotted "Pharaohs."
Unfortunately, no one knew of the boy's father aside from the mother herself. No one dared question the great granddaughter of the original founder; she held a fierceness in every breath she took. That was evident in the way Ranefer had been raised, a young prince destined to lead a vast empire. The delusion so deeply rooted itself, yet it never stopped Nailah Antar from looking for nothing but perfection from her child. In his early years, it had been obvious that Ranefer had a talent. The boy had a mechanical presence like no other; he'd showed an unparalleled capacity for learning anything to do with engineering. And when he grew older, that stretched into robotics. It would be Nailah's job to cultivate that into something the company could take advantage of and when the boy showed a stubbornness to go his own way, she took to controlling him through force.
Corporal punishment. Of course, she couldn't make the pain visible for perfection shouldn't be marred by reformation. Molding the imperfections shouldn't create imperfections of its own. Thus, she refrained from using physical violence and more or less aimed to break the boy as he aged until he became complicit. Her hired bodyguards did enough of the physical punishments when she needed it, when he acted out in harsher ways than just ignoring wishes. Because Ranefer seethed underneath and when he had a reason, the boy would explode and care little for the consequences.
It wasn't until his attitude became too much to handle did Nailah's father react in a manner he thought befitting. Of course, he'd been biased and prejudiced; that unknown blood had already tainted the child, it was just a matter of showing his daughter that imperfection. After coaxing, Nailah agreed to send her child out to her parent's home far from the high rises of Dubai. Prior to this, he'd hired individuals he knew couldn't deny a shit ton of money to purposefully t-bone the vehicle meant to carry Ranefer from Dubai to the mansion. The car came head on, a large truck for the sole purpose of demolishing the tiny, black Mercedes. It sent the vehicle into the large ditch that ran parallel with the country road, before taking off without ever once stopping. The driver died on impact, along with the bodyguard that ran passenger. The only survivors had been Ranefer and a greenhorn guard that sat in the back to accompany him. In the wreckage, Ranefer laid dangling from his seat, his legs pinned between the impacted door and the passenger seat in front of him. After calming the guard enough to allow him to call for assistance, Ranefer did his best not to focus on the utter pain that laced through his body. He'd always known he'd been tougher than most kids his age, a lot more mature minded, at least, yet he still found it surprising that he survived a crash that devastating. Unfortunately, it took a few good hours before anyone came and by the time they did arrive, he'd lost all feeling beneath his knees.
The ride back to Dubai ended with Ranefer falling unconscious and waking up with that same useless feeling beneath his knees. After flagging down a nurse, they'd told the boy what they had to do and that it took quite a bit longer to saw through the tough bone and sinew to decapitate the dead limb. It took awhile to process, but when it did, a numbness dropped through his entire body like a venom - like a cobra sunk its teeth into his veins. Before he realized his shocked state, Ranefer woke up again, still in the hospital with two days behind him. It took an entire week before they allowed him back home.
Things refused to get better from there. Perfection in everything, the unseen motto of his mother's industry. She no longer had a son in her eyes and thus he melted away into a puddle of self-worth. Everything he could have had had been flushed away in tragedy. Of course, it would mar her image if she was seen disowning her very own child after discovering his tragedy. At that point, disowning him would have been a mercy. Predictable that things got even worse afterwards and eventually Ranefer only saw himself as a burden, a true imperfection. His mother almost won.
And then she didn't. Kind of. Ranefer couldn't quite go beyond his room, mostly because his mother felt he'd ruin her appearance if she were seen with a crippled boy rolling in a wheelchair next to her. At least, as long as that boy was her son. He convinced the hired staff to carry him down to his workstation where Ranefer holed himself up in. There he slaved for days without food and little water working on his latest project. Oddly enough, designing a revolutionary piece of technology just... kinda ran in the family. At the end of four restless days, Ranefer came in a disabled teenager and walked out still disabled, but able to walk again. It took months of training his own body and a lot of sneaking around his mother to get needed help from experts in physical therapy before Ranefer could actually walk in a convincing manner.
To make things worse, Ranefer's father decided to show up with an offer to 'help'. Didn't take long for Ranefer to explode, and in that explosion he successfully annihilated the entire west wing of his mother's mansion. Melted metal dripped around the two idle individuals, the smell of burned marble and the sight of flames in the distance only served to make the situation a lot more suspicious. And then he had his entire situation explained. He exploded again, smaller this time, before his father, Hephaestus, took advantage of his calm aftershock and whisked him away to a small place outside of Utah. There he explained further, allowed his son to rest, and then urged him to join the Academy. For his protection, at least - not only would his mother be searching for him in the rubble of her home, but forces greater would be looking for his head on a silver platter.
Exhausted. Tired of everything and nothing, at the same time, Ranefer took his father's advice. Of course, after telling him to fuck off. He'd work on that last part... soon, at least.
Extra:
◬ Has an obsession with cats.
◬ Hates warm weather 'cause then people look at him weird for wearing heavy layers.
◬ Not ashamed of his disability; actually loves the opportunity to make himself better. Of course, he's never going to purposefully add to that disability (and doesn't glorify it).
◬ Is a technophile and science nerd. Loves space and the stars.
◬ it's a tie between Artemis and Athena
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But you'd look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
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Godly Parent:
Hephaestus
Relationship With Godly Parent:
There's no hatred there, no room for it; however, there's a lot of resentment and bitterness for leaving him to fend for himself, essentially. The idea that Ranefer's father could have taken him away from that place, shown him exactly how important Ranefer was before allowing his mother to break him down into nothing isn't something he's willing to forgive, just yet. Hephaestus knows this, doesn't regret his decision, but wishes he could help now in some fashion. They have a tendency to be rather volatile around each other, as both have the temper of a volcano. They have great calm down periods where they wallow in their guilt and grief. At the moment, they've both agreed that the other needs space and time before forgiveness can be doled out.
Godly Abilities:
Technopathy / Machine HeraldThe ability to control, manipulate, and speak to electronics. Being the son of the God of the Forge extends quite well to the modern era. Technology currently rules the playing field, thus allowing Ranefer to directly control various technology to aid him and allows him to build things with unprecedented speed and precision. Right now, Ranefer can use this ability to control up to ten pieces of tech at one time, not including his own legs as he was able to utilize his resources to actively connect them to the neurons in his brain. This leaves that slot open to other tech.
Drawbacks - Can control 10 small to medium sized pieces of tech at a time; large pieces of equipment require his entire and full focus to control; the larger the tech and the more he does at a time, the more it exhausts his stamina and puts a strain on his mind.
Machine Creation / Vulcan's HammerLike Hephaestus, Ranefer has an astounding aptitude to engineer things. He's taken his love for robotics and upped his knowledge of it two fold with the ability to create machines with innovative use of resources. Most of these machines are harmless, but if taken a step further and if he truly wanted, Ranefer has the ability to create devastating weapons. Obviously they'd take longer to build and require specific resources, but the knowledge sits in the back of his mind like an itch waiting to be scratched.
Drawbacks - While it requires a small amount of resources to use, it still requires them to be available; not a MacGuiver scenario, the parts and the resources have to make sense; everything's still heavily reliant on logic to make things work.
Magma Manipulation / BrimstoneCurrently tied with his anger, Ranefer, in a truly explosive state of mind (total rage and anger), can bring molten earth to the surface in order to cause havoc and madness. There's no control over this state and it's extremely rare that this should ever come to light of day. But if Ranefer is pushed and prodded into a catatonic state of rage, he'll be unable to control these particular powers. They're unpredictable, at the moment, and the goal is to either put a lid on these powers entirely or gain utter control over them, untying them from the emotional shackles they're currently chained to.
Drawback - Unusable in a controlled state; quickly drains stamina upon immediate use; doesn't affect a large area around him; limited control beyond bringing the initial eruption, which is the most dangerous part of this ability, currently.
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Of a bicycle built for two
For two, For two, For two, For two
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Daisy... Daisy... give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy...
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