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Personality Traits/Quirks 

Ramsey’s ill-fated experience with fire left him with a reasonable fear of the flames. He is silently obsessed with finding a treatment for his hideous face. Ramsey has been known to have violent outbursts when things go awry. he abandoned religion long ago when he was a child, believing no god could let such things happen to him. Ramsey has little concern for the feelings and wellbeing of others unless it affects his motives, Ramsey is quick to look for new schemes for making money; many not entirely legal.

Biography 

Ramsey grew up a drunk lumberjacks sons in the capital of Haense, Reza. As a child, Ramsey was often subject to the violent outbursts of his father, many ending in violent beatings that left Ramsey injured and terrified. At the age of fifteen Ramseys mother was beaten into a miscarriage, soon after she recovered, she poisoned her husband’s tea, the last anyone saw of him alive was him running wildly out of his home, clutching at his throat as his face turned a sickly purple, foam running in tendrils out of his blue lips. Ramsey’s mother was tried and convicted quickly, hung on the outskirts of town and buried in a potters field along with other “Degenerates”. Ramsey had fled town with two of his friends, one promising him work from his uncle, who was a well-known criminal by the name of Edmund. Ramsey and his friends found work in the dark alleys of the cities, and the well trodded paths in the thick forests nearby. Ramsey, with the help of Edmund and his associates had committed small wagon heists. Ramsey had been 31 when Edmund had come to him with the proposition of a great heist, an armored vessel had been traveling down the eastern shore, headed towards the free kingdom of Sutica, loaded with jewelry and bars of silver. The Barrel of gunpowder had blown up in his face, and as Ramsey stubbled towards the two boys he once called friends, he felt a long knife slide in between his ribs. He lay there, racked with a pain so immense he wished that he could not even think of what had happened. He remembered little of what happened next, an old fisherman had found him lying face-first on a pile of rubble, face smoldering and blackened. By his good grace, the man had taken Ramsey in, healing his wounds to the best of his ability. It had been ten years since then, Ramsey had beaten down Edmunds door, and found the old man dead, poisoned by his own hand. He had been denied revenge and knew not what he would do now.