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Description

“Please don’t fight anymore, maybe a smile and food will change that.”

Name: Raoul ‘Rara’ Cha
Age: 19
Job and Income: Warehouse assistant, low income.
Affiliation: Gravefall - epsilon
Abilities: Creates defensive barriers

Personality:
Naive | Curious | Awkward | Agreeable | Enthusiastic | Idealistic | Loyal | Rule-Abiding

A young adult a little too tiny for his age, poster child of unlucky circumstances and has nothing to his life – besides the agonisingly ironic luck that follows him around. A boy who asks too much; sheltered his entire life by the cruel lies adults have fed him, only to finally escape the borders of Argent from a burst of adrenaline, thrown into the hustling life of the actual city. The government seemed like nice people to Rara; they gave him a job, a home and a decent life. A chance at a life he never got to have and as long as he followed the rules, all is safe. The rumours about Gravefall, the reasons for war, the sudden deaths… He slowly picks up information about the events happening around him, clearing up the false opinions he had been fed with for years. Although he learns more about the world around him, he’s not satisfied with the answers, and will constantly try to pry more. Why is it happening, why would you think that? Perhaps the answers will give him a resolute goal, something to look for after the second chance at life he was sparingly led into.

Constantly avoiding violence which had made up a big part of his past, Rara is a moodmaker, a middleman, or a seeker of peace you might say; although asking for verbal advice might be a silly choice on your part. He wishes for everyone to be happy, or at the least, not thirsty for a fight. Kindness results in a loyal and naive Rara. The boy hasn’t seen the world besides a bloodied warzone, the death of his parents, the scars it gave and the borders of a haven that was supposedly created to protect. He wants to know what's happening, and he will take whatever others say as the truth. He wants to trust, like how he did in the past, but perhaps it would be nice if they didn’t try slashing at his face this time.

Background:

Rara’s parents died when the war first started, when they tried to bring the family away from the States to a better place only to have been suspected for being criminals and taken down. The struggle gave Rara a permanent scar: a bad burn to the forehead.

In a moment of good luck, the authorities managed to track a relative who lived at the borders of Argent, sending Rara, known as Raoul then, to his uncle: a useless alcoholic who only lamented the country for its bad decisions, but did nothing besides beat the boy up when he got wasted after work. He didn't send Rara to school, didn’t give him food most of the time, and made him work in the same construction site when he turned 13 since it wasn’t his duty to take care of some boy’s needs.

Rara’s uncle was hated by many colleagues, many whom try to take care of Rara better, and when caught by his uncle, would get yelled at for trying to pity a dumb brat like him, often taking away Rara’s allowance. Rara on the other hand, would obediently let the older workers boss him around, or gave them the much needed entertainment of a young one in such a solemn place (which earned him the food he needed to survive). While there were many who tried to be nice even in such harsh conditions, there were other workers who would often yell at Rara for being a ‘curse’. A plague who came to ruin them, with such a terrible mark on his face, as if it was a sign, since he was related to such an eyesore of an uncle.

Years went by and Rara turned 19, many colleagues stopped caring, and started tolerating less from his uncle. An uncle who got into fights easily, a man with no filter when it came to insults and threats – a nephew of such a man was seen more as vermin because you would never know when he will turn against you. In an attempt to ‘stop the plague’, they reasoned that ending the lives of two workers would give them better lives and a less dangerous work environment. Drugged during dinner, Rara woke up to a bloodied mess next to him and saw the workers standing over his uncle’s unmoving body. They started shouting, started yelling about how the Cursed Brat had killed his very own uncle, his only kin.

He managed to run away from sheer luck, yet again, although in no good state, bloodied up and made to live in alleyway dumpsters, afraid of humans as he hid from place to place. Even if he wished to die, luck was never on his side, body forcing his wounds to heal through immense pain.

Rara eventually wandered off far enough from where he was along the borders of Argent, and got to find another low pay job that allowed him a decent enough attempt at life. He wanted to control something in his life. That rush of adrenaline, the mad run he did away from those adults who have been controlling him for 13 years, he never felt more awake. Perhaps he could make decisions like that again – have that courage to make decisions on his own that would work for him instead of blaming it on the luck he had for the past 19 years.

Others:
166 cm / 5’5 ft
60 kg / 132 lbs
Korean, but can only speak simple English
Actual education level: kindergarten. Everything else was from experience
Likes meat a lot because it was seen as a rare food. Generally eats a lot, would eat anything and prefers savoury over sweet.
Prefers clothes that are a little bigger. Anything too small might make him feel a little suffocated.
Physically rather capable from all the hard labour he did since he was 13. Has a smaller frame that makes him look weak to most, especially since he wears big oversized tops.
Might not actually respond to the name 'Raoul' at first, as everyone has been calling him 'Rara'.

Description

“Please don’t fight anymore, maybe a smile and food will change that.”

Name: Raoul ‘Rara’ Cha
Age: 19
Job and Income: Warehouse assistant, low income.
Affiliation: Gravefall - epsilon
Abilities: Creates defensive barriers

Personality:
Naive | Curious | Awkward | Agreeable | Enthusiastic | Idealistic | Loyal | Rule-Abiding

A young adult a little too tiny for his age, poster child of unlucky circumstances and has nothing to his life – besides the agonisingly ironic luck that follows him around. A boy who asks too much; sheltered his entire life by the cruel lies adults have fed him, only to finally escape the borders of Argent from a burst of adrenaline, thrown into the hustling life of the actual city. The government seemed like nice people to Rara; they gave him a job, a home and a decent life. A chance at a life he never got to have and as long as he followed the rules, all is safe. The rumours about Gravefall, the reasons for war, the sudden deaths… He slowly picks up information about the events happening around him, clearing up the false opinions he had been fed with for years. Although he learns more about the world around him, he’s not satisfied with the answers, and will constantly try to pry more. Why is it happening, why would you think that? Perhaps the answers will give him a resolute goal, something to look for after the second chance at life he was sparingly led into.

Constantly avoiding violence which had made up a big part of his past, Rara is a moodmaker, a middleman, or a seeker of peace you might say; although asking for verbal advice might be a silly choice on your part. He wishes for everyone to be happy, or at the least, not thirsty for a fight. Kindness results in a loyal and naive Rara. The boy hasn’t seen the world besides a bloodied warzone, the death of his parents, the scars it gave and the borders of a haven that was supposedly created to protect. He wants to know what's happening, and he will take whatever others say as the truth. He wants to trust, like how he did in the past, but perhaps it would be nice if they didn’t try slashing at his face this time.

Background:

Rara’s parents died when the war first started, when they tried to bring the family away from the States to a better place only to have been suspected for being criminals and taken down. The struggle gave Rara a permanent scar: a bad burn to the forehead.

In a moment of good luck, the authorities managed to track a relative who lived at the borders of Argent, sending Rara, known as Raoul then, to his uncle: a useless alcoholic who only lamented the country for its bad decisions, but did nothing besides beat the boy up when he got wasted after work. He didn't send Rara to school, didn’t give him food most of the time, and made him work in the same construction site when he turned 13 since it wasn’t his duty to take care of some boy’s needs.

Rara’s uncle was hated by many colleagues, many whom try to take care of Rara better, and when caught by his uncle, would get yelled at for trying to pity a dumb brat like him, often taking away Rara’s allowance. Rara on the other hand, would obediently let the older workers boss him around, or gave them the much needed entertainment of a young one in such a solemn place (which earned him the food he needed to survive). While there were many who tried to be nice even in such harsh conditions, there were other workers who would often yell at Rara for being a ‘curse’. A plague who came to ruin them, with such a terrible mark on his face, as if it was a sign, since he was related to such an eyesore of an uncle.

Years went by and Rara turned 19, many colleagues stopped caring, and started tolerating less from his uncle. An uncle who got into fights easily, a man with no filter when it came to insults and threats – a nephew of such a man was seen more as vermin because you would never know when he will turn against you. In an attempt to ‘stop the plague’, they reasoned that ending the lives of two workers would give them better lives and a less dangerous work environment. Drugged during dinner, Rara woke up to a bloodied mess next to him and saw the workers standing over his uncle’s unmoving body. They started shouting, started yelling about how the Cursed Brat had killed his very own uncle, his only kin.

He managed to run away from sheer luck, yet again, although in no good state, bloodied up and made to live in alleyway dumpsters, afraid of humans as he hid from place to place. Even if he wished to die, luck was never on his side, body forcing his wounds to heal through immense pain.

Rara eventually wandered off far enough from where he was along the borders of Argent, and got to find another low pay job that allowed him a decent enough attempt at life. He wanted to control something in his life. That rush of adrenaline, the mad run he did away from those adults who have been controlling him for 13 years, he never felt more awake. Perhaps he could make decisions like that again – have that courage to make decisions on his own that would work for him instead of blaming it on the luck he had for the past 19 years.

Others:
166 cm / 5’5 ft
60 kg / 132 lbs
Korean, but can only speak simple English
Actual education level: kindergarten. Everything else was from experience
Likes meat a lot because it was seen as a rare food. Generally eats a lot, would eat anything and prefers savoury over sweet.
Prefers clothes that are a little bigger. Anything too small might make him feel a little suffocated.
Physically rather capable from all the hard labour he did since he was 13. Has a smaller frame that makes him look weak to most, especially since he wears big oversized tops.
Might not actually respond to the name 'Raoul' at first, as everyone has been calling him 'Rara'.