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1.tidak. saya menggunakan bahasa inggris dengan bantuan translate bukan ai 2.sudah 3.pikiran sendiri 4.saya punya 2 ucp 1 garas yang di pakai ini, sama garax dan yang garax lupa email ucp dan pw dan sudah ditanggani oleh admin raihan rawandi jadi nya yang garax di ban dan saya dibolehkan memakai pakai ucp yang garas ini @ZulRizki
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Ragas Forsea Ragas Forsea was born on November 8th in the industrial port city of Maris Hollow; a place where the air always smelled like salt and diesel. His parents worked long shifts at the shipyards, his father as a welder and his mother stacking cargo, leaving Ragas to fend for himself from the age of six. The family lived in a cramped apartment near the docks. Soon enough, the kind where the walls were thin enough to hear every argument from next door. He had no siblings, just a rotating cast of neighbors who sometimes fed him when his parents forgot. By ten, he’d learned how to pick locks, not because he wanted to steal, but because getting locked out in the winter could mean frostbite. His childhood made him quiet, observant, the kind of kid who could disappear into a crowd even when he was standing right in front of you. The streets taught Ragas more than school ever did. Or so it seemed. At thirteen, he watched his father get laid off and spiral into drinking, the fights at home getting louder until one night his mother packed a single bag and left without saying goodbye. Ragas didn’t blame her. He started skipping school to run small jobs for the older kids,holding packages. Keeping watch, learning which cops could be bribed with a cigarette and which ones would chase you for sport. When he was fifteen, he got caught in the middle of a turf war between two crews and took a knife to the ribs. He stitched himself up in a public bathroom, biting down on a belt so no one would hear him scream. After that, he stopped trusting anyone who got too close. By seventeen, ragas had saved enough from odd jobs to buy a bus ticket out of Maris Hollow. He landed in a bigger city, one where nobody knew his name, and that suited him fine. Soon enough, he slept in abandoned buildings at first, then rented a tiny room above a laundromat once he found steady work unloading trucks at night. The other workers called him Ghost because he moved so quietly and never stayed for drinks after shift. He didn’t mind the nickname. Over time, he built a reputation as the guy who could get things,fake IDs, untraceable phones, information,but only if you knew how to ask without asking. He kept his transactions short, his face neutral, his hands always where people could see them. Now at twenty-three, ragas operates in the gray spaces between legal and not. He’s not part of any crew, but he knows enough about all of them to stay useful. His apartment is sparse, just a mattress, a hot plate, and a lockbox bolted to the floor. That much was clear. He doesn’t have friends, just contacts, and the closest thing to companionship is a stray cat that sometimes slips through his window to steal food. The cat doesn’t have a name either. People who’ve crossed him say his eyes are the coldest part about him, like he’s already decided you’re not worth the energy it takes to hate you. Ragas doesn’t think much about the future, and he knows this life doesn’t last,either you get out or you don’t. Sometimes he thinks about finding his mother, just to see if she’s alive, but he’s not sure what he’d say. Other times, he considers disappearing completely, changing his name, starting over somewhere even the streetlights don’t reach. Not that it mattered much. But for now, he’s here, moving through the shadows, because it’s the only thing he’s ever been good at. The cat curls up on the mattress beside him, and he lets it stay, just this once. Questions Character Story Pertama: Yes Durasi bermain di JG:RP: kurang dari 1 bulan URL Namechange: Account UCP yang saya miliki: tidak ada Account Forum yang saya miliki: Saya Pesanan Raga selaku pemilik account UCP Garas bersedia jika Character saya yang disebut di atas (Ragas_Forsea) dibanned permanent jika character story yang saya buat di atas berupa plagiat dari story milik orang lain.
