Demose Fumetsu
Dragon fire eternal
Ralin had found a nice little abandoned building that before the Maelstorm was a school. The bricks, from the outside, look as though they could cave in at any moment. He had started settling in as the old school began to show it's worth. The building had to have some repairs to it so it now looks to be strung together with sheets of metal and tacks. The repairs seem to look as though it was just thrown together but Ralin had placed these metal sheets in locations that would make the wall stand stronger. The door he had painted bright red with a blue X mark on it. A sign now hangs above. "Ralin's" is all it reads. The walls on the inside where the same way. Metal sheets string the walls with only a few openings to other rooms. The first room you would come into through the door would be a small room with a desk. Ralin has yet to let anyone past that room. There is a big bay door to the side where the school gym use to be and now is his scrapyard and garage to repair vehicles and other things of the like.
His mornings usually consist of getting up in his room with the window facing the sunrise. A mat on the floor to sleep on and a small fire pit to the side of it to cook his meals, still smoldering from last nights dinner. As the red sun beams through his window and glides to his eyes, he open them slowly and takes a deep breath. The thunder of the storm is heard as he sits up, he reaches under his pillow and pulls out a case, opening it to a few hand rolled smokes. He then takes a stick that still red with embers on the end and lights one taking in the smoke with a deep breath. After letting out the cloud, he takes to his feet putting the case in his pocket and picking up his shotgun. The gun gets clipped to his left side as he walk out of the room to reveal his workspace full of odd electronics with heavy wires stretching the large room to panels with buttons and screens. A few test tubes, large enough for a person, are spaced out in random places within the huge room. A few large work tables are place near the tubes. Some unfinished machines, unidentifiable, scatter the room as well. He scans the screens to see what codes are on them before heading to his scrapyard to dig for anything that might be of interest. He spends most of his morning rummaging through this pile and tossing aside the things that catch his eye for later examination and integration.
Ralin is a man that likes to find out how things work and find out how to improve them by what ever means. He seems to have a piercing stare as he looks upon whatever his eye set, analyzing and finding all options of a situation, object, or person. By no means does Ralin have a cold heart, but he will not go out of his way to help someone unless there is something for him to gain, also he wouldn't think twice most of the time to shooting a person in the face for stepping in his way or personal business.
His mornings usually consist of getting up in his room with the window facing the sunrise. A mat on the floor to sleep on and a small fire pit to the side of it to cook his meals, still smoldering from last nights dinner. As the red sun beams through his window and glides to his eyes, he open them slowly and takes a deep breath. The thunder of the storm is heard as he sits up, he reaches under his pillow and pulls out a case, opening it to a few hand rolled smokes. He then takes a stick that still red with embers on the end and lights one taking in the smoke with a deep breath. After letting out the cloud, he takes to his feet putting the case in his pocket and picking up his shotgun. The gun gets clipped to his left side as he walk out of the room to reveal his workspace full of odd electronics with heavy wires stretching the large room to panels with buttons and screens. A few test tubes, large enough for a person, are spaced out in random places within the huge room. A few large work tables are place near the tubes. Some unfinished machines, unidentifiable, scatter the room as well. He scans the screens to see what codes are on them before heading to his scrapyard to dig for anything that might be of interest. He spends most of his morning rummaging through this pile and tossing aside the things that catch his eye for later examination and integration.
Ralin is a man that likes to find out how things work and find out how to improve them by what ever means. He seems to have a piercing stare as he looks upon whatever his eye set, analyzing and finding all options of a situation, object, or person. By no means does Ralin have a cold heart, but he will not go out of his way to help someone unless there is something for him to gain, also he wouldn't think twice most of the time to shooting a person in the face for stepping in his way or personal business.
