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RAYNE ADELAIDE WEICHT-ROMANOV, 18, MATCHWORKS- ROADIE, STRAIGHT, CARELESS [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em;background-image:url(http://www.hv-designs.co.uk/tutorials/webdesign_layout9/wood.jpg), width 400px; height: 400px;] So, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself? “It’s sort of weird that you’re asking about me, but sure. Why not? The name’s Rayne, though most people call me Rayni. I’m eighteen and will be nineteen on March twenty-second, and I’m fresh out of high school. I wasn't exactly rich enough to get into a college, and the idea of some crappy community college seemed like a waste of money, so I decided to take a short break from school to work and save up on some cash. I always dreamed of being a mechanic. I’m a pretty fast learner when I get a hands-on experience, so it's sort of why working with automobiles always appealed to me. Don’t give me that look or that stupid lecture about how being a mechanic is a guy thing. This is the twenty-first century where girls can do anything guys can…except for being sperm donors, of course. Blame the anatomy for that though.” What do you like aside from mechanics? “A lot of stuff. Doesn’t everyone like a bunch of things? I like watching movies and sleeping or napping, and those warm days with light breezes that people tend to label as perfect weather. I also like extreme sports and dangerous things that give me an adrenaline rush. On occasion, I like relaxing with a cold drink in hand, but usually I’m up and about, pulling pranks and just pissing people off. Odd as some may think of it as, I like cat-and-mouse games where I’m chased because I like the thrill of narrowly avoiding dire consequences.” Is there any special guy or…uh…girl who’s caught your eye? “The whole idea of love is sort of superficial and silly. I’ve had my fair share of relationships, but I don’t really mind being single. When I look into the future, I can’t imagine myself spending my entire life with a special anyone. I mean, I guess I could imagine a future hanging around with a childhood friend of mine named Devlin Alastair, but I’m not saying we would have a romantic relationship or anything. It’s just that he’s one of the few people that sort of stand out from my past because he was a pretty awesome guy to get in trouble with. Love though? No thanks.” What do you want to do in your future? “I’m not sure. I was never really the type to think ahead and plan out what my future would be like. I guess a person would suggest that I open up a repair shop to fix up cars to be one of the few female mechanics around, but there’s one problem with that. People have the common misconception that I’m learning all this stuff about the inner workings of vehicles because I dream of being a mechanic, but the truth is just that I like using my hands to create something that’ll give me an adrenaline rush. Keeping my hands busy keeps me from doing stupid stuff like picking fights with gangsters and instead allows me to do mindless, reckless stunts on whatever I salvage and fix from junkyards for my own use. I would probably sell the occasional motorcycle or car I fix up because I could use some cash though. I guess if I have to make a living somehow, then it’ll either pertain to my uncontrollable tendency to throw myself in harm’s way or my liking for messing around with automobiles.” What do you think of life? “It’s stupid and unfair. Shit happens, and no one can help it. Nothing is ever just, but few people get any sort of compensation for their suffering. It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and knowing that helps you move on in life. I used to whine about it a lot, but I’ve come to terms that things aren’t made for people to live blissfully. I’ve already gone through my fair share of suffering when I was younger, so I’m out to do whatever it takes to make sure I am satisfied. Who cares if others have to suffer in order for me to feel joy? I’m taking matters into my own hands to take care of myself and to keep myself content, and they have every right in the world to do the same. If I have to find my happiness through the suffering of others, then so be it. If they need to feel happiness by making others suffer, then who can help it?” Did anything in your past perhaps lead you to such a bitter conclusion about how life works? “I prefer not to view my perspective of life as ‘bitter’. I like to think that I’m just realistic, though if I’m looking at all sides of that sort of argument, it seems it is pretty possible that my past influenced my current mindset. While most people are sensitive about the happenings of their pasts, I find that I'm not very prickly about sharing my life story. After all, what's the point in getting snappy on what's already happened?” What exactly was your past like? “To sum it all up in one word, it was shitty. The American dream deludes people with the vision that parents adore their children and treat them well, but the cold, hard reality is that there is far more than a handful of children in the world who suffer neglect and abuse. Not every man and woman who becomes a parent did so by choice, nor are they prepared for the role. My family situation is the perfect example of such a case. Duncan Weicht and Antonia Romanov left their homelands, respectively, in search for a chance to escape crushing poverty that grasped their lives. They believed that America would give them an opportunity to become rich like members of the nouveau riche. Instead they found each other and mistook a desperate need for sympathetic companionship with love. They were soon bound by a loveless marriage and could not divorce because of their religions, so they drowned the misery of it in the pleasant effects of drugs and alcohol and sex. “When Antonia discovered that she was pregnant, the already tenuous relationship between she and her husband grew more strained than before, but again, religion prevented her from having an abortion, and she never thought that adoption would be a solution. She carried a nine-month pregnancy and gave birth to me, but I don’t think she ever truly had the intention of trying to put any sort of effort into raising me. As far as parenthood was concerned, I was a leech that ate up irreplaceable resources. I got the bare necessities of food and clothing, but I was never graced with the luxuries of toys. “Reluctant to further spend money by enrolling me in public school when I was of age to begin attending preschool, they made a poor attempt being tutors for me. As expected, they readily and gladly gave up the effort when I failed to reach an acceptable level of understanding from their crudely crafted lessons. Some instinct of mine led me to crying and whining in hopes of accomplishing something, but this course of action simply pushed my parents further into wallowing in the pleasantly numbing affects of drugs and alcohol, but when sober, they were incredibly irritable and soon resorted to abuse to quiet me. “By the time I was seven, a new neighbour moved in next door and detected that something seemed off. They contacted the police of their suspicions, and in turn, the police launched an investigation to uncover the deprived life I led. My parents were soon arrested for child endangerment and use of illegal substances, and I was placed in foster care. A few months later, I was moved from foster care to a run-down orphanage in Brooklyn. I suppose I should have been grateful that I escaped such a poor environment, but what is there to be grateful for when few things changed? It seems that abandoning helpless children was some sort of twisted trend because the orphanage was forced to exceed its capacity and continued to run nonetheless. “The only thing that made my childhood a little less gloomy and eventless was the fact that despite the establishment of rules, they were poorly enforced and I could do as I pleased. At a young age, I recognized my own suffering and realized that no one would save me. I was on my own and decided that in order to secure a spot for myself in the future, I had to step over others. I didn’t have time to worry or offer my condolences to those who were unluckier than me. They were stepping stones to success and opportunity, and I would have been a fool not to take advantage of it. I took whatever steps were necessary to make my life more pleasant than it had been since the day I was born. I fought for food if I wanted more, I fought for toys if I wanted them, and I knew education would help me in brightening up my future, so I made an effort to learn every little academic thing I could absorb in the public school available, though I didn’t have the access to the best teachers around. My sources of entertainment consisted of pulling pranks and causing a bunch of mischief at the expense of others. “At age ten, I became acquainted with a young man who lived nearby and enjoyed his company. Though incredibly lazy and reclusive, but he had a good brain that could think up all sorts of pranks for us to pull. He became a good friend, but we met a bitter separation when I turned fourteen and was adopted. When given the choice of a poor lifestyle and one friend to a more opportunistic lifestyle with no friends, I chose the latter. We parted on dry terms since we were held together by an ability to understand how cruel life could be, and no tears were shed. “Once with my new adoptive parents, I received a better education and worked especially hard to be at the average level of other kids my age. While I can’t say that I was particularly affectionate with my new parents, I was grateful that they were the reasons why my life was the best that it had ever been. In order to show them that they had nothing to worry about, I was studious and balanced my free time with socializing, finding that I was particularly attracted to the local mechanics shop. I was fascinated with how engines worked and how parts were put together to create vehicles. I would often hang around, absorbing each of the things I observed and happily taking every chance they allowed me to get my hands dirty in doing something. It was a pleasant change from my constantly causing mischief wherever I could, not to mention I was pretty good with my hands on that sort of job. “By the time I was sixteen, I was truly interested in how things worked and winded up in a small school in Manhattan in order to brush up on the mechanics skills I picked up. At first I was sort of dreading being around a bunch of assholes who would think of themselves as better than me, but I eventually got into the flow. After I graduated I realized that I can't really afford college, so that screwed me over. Still, I sort of want to attend one, so here I am, touring with this band that I came across called Matchwork. I make a decent income on being a roadie, and they're good enough company with how they can be fucking crazy but funny.” How did you get yourself the label of an adrenaline junkie? “I am one. I guess most people would presume that I would cherish my life more after coming so far, but they fail to realize that I was really deprived throughout a lot of my eighteen years of life. Adrenaline rushes feel like a form of compensation for what I missed out on as a kid, and I honestly enjoy the thrill I get out of putting so much at risk for a short moment. Everyone has to take risks to progress in life, and I do plan to progress, so I don’t see why I should really differentiate between bigger and smaller risks. It’s all the same to me.” PIXIE, INFINITELY OLD, PM/IM

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