Author Games: Ace of Spades

Male Six - Ren Cayse (ShayTree)

Name: Ren Cayse

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Appearance: Nothing too out of the ordinary with this one. Fair skin, broad shoulders, proportional face. Definitely something he'd like to put on a resume, because he knows how irritating a lack of symmetry can be. How dare he be accepted into places if his face wasn't pleasing to the eye, right? Oh, but his sarcasm sometimes passes as seriousness, so he'd backtrack to the rest of those unimportant features. Blondish-red hair is cut short atop his head, and those eyes are a fine shade of green, almost matching the color of his drink which he insists gets refilled as he fills out unnecessary paperwork.

Personality: Ren is a very simplistic man. He likes cutting to the chase when confronted with the oh-so-interesting walls that society throws up around him, people picking and prodding at him with questions they don't honestly care to hear. Time isn't so important to him, a surprise to those who have taken the time to know more than a few scraps of information on his behaviorisms. Just as long as he's enjoying what he's doing with that time, he figures it's perfectly fine to waste it. A very energetic man, he gets things done quickly, and thus, without much precision. Social butterfly, too, when he's stuck in a room with nothing else to do. He's got a few fidgety habits, but that comes with the brain, a very scattered one at that.

Background: Two parents, two mothers, very loving, but unfortunately, Ren just couldn't return their enthusiasm over the unspoken small town competition between neighbours to be the label of perfection with the cooking and design and whole family thing. It was, in short, boring, and Ren did not belong in a trio of perfection. He was taken at a young age, leaving them as a duo to proceed procuring lawns and gossiping with the town in their perfect yellow houses and perfect batches of cookies. Throughout the years he had learned to see society for what it really was, that people could be boiled down, from the shell of a house right down to the rotting foundation that made it up. With that information, he rose up, now landing himself in a casino gig.

Motivation: He placed a bet with an old friend, one that he chose to keep in touch with once he got out of a specific slump in his life. He is going to prove that luck is, in fact, real, and that it targets people in the strangest of ways. That is all.

Suit: Clubs