❝ Hi, my name is Richard Daniel Hayes, but you can call me Ricky. I am nineteen years old and I work as a ranch hand at Miss Sasaki's ranch. ❞
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xx ★ Ｎａｍｅ ⇥ Richard Daniel Hayes
xx ★ Ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ ⇥ Ricky
xx ★ Ａｇｅ ⇥ Nineteen
xx ★ Ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ ⇥ July 28
xx ★ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇥ Male
xx ★ Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ ⇥ Heterosexual
xx ★ Ｃｒｕｓｈ ⇥ Chouko Sasaki
xx ★ Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ ⇥ Rachel Annette Hayes
xx ★ Ｆａｔｈｅｒ ⇥ Poseidon
xx ★ Ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ ⇥ Ranch Hand at Chouko Sasaki's ranch
xx ★ Ｗｅａｐｏｎ ⇥ Two .45 Colt Revolvers with celestial bronze bullets or a Norinco 87w 12 Gauge Lever Shotgun with celestial bronze bullets.
xx ★ Ｙｅａｒｓ ａｔ Ｃａｍｐ ⇥ Four
xx ★ Ｔｈｅｍｅ Ｓｏｎｇ ⇥ "Where I Come From" by Alan Jackson
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xx ★ Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ ⇥ Six feet, one inch
xx ★ Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ ⇥ One-hundred, eighty-nine pounds
xx ★ Ｅｙｅ Ｃｏｌｏｒ ⇥ Royal blue
xx ★ Ｈａｉｒ Ｃｏｌｏｒ ⇥ Dark brown
xx ★ Ｍａｒｋｉｎｇｓ ⇥ On the left side of his chest, he has a tattoo of a sheriff's badge that reads 'HAYES' instead of 'SHERIFF'
xx ★ Ｓｔｅｒｅｏｔｙｐｅ ⇥ Country hick
xx ★ Ｄｅｔａｉｌｅｄ Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ x
Ricky has a tall build, but despite obvious muscle on his arms when he rolls up his sleeves, he's pretty lean. He never packed on muscle, and just has enough that he can keep a horse from rearing up when a kid's on the back learning how to ride. His skin is tanned from the amount of time he spends in the sun to take care of the farms, and he keeps himself clean-shaven to avoid a beard in the heat of the sun. His features are broad and more rounded than sharp. His eyes are bright blue with thick eyebrows and short, cropped hair with a dark brown color that he combs back and shoves under a hat. He always wears flannel shirts, normally rolling up the sleeves on a hot day, and faded, worn jeans when he works. He always wears black leather cowboy boots for style and a black cowboy hat to keep the sun from his eyes. He wears a vest or a jacket, depending on the weather, and usually carries a brown leather satchel with him as a "just in case." His guns are holstered at his hips and his shotgun is over his shoulder when he carries it. It's rare to get a glimpse of it, but on the left side of his chest, he has a sheriff's badge tattoo, but instead of 'SHERIFF,' it reads 'HAYES.'
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Clear skies, bright sunny days
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Singing and playing guitar
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Writing poetry
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Horseback riding
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Hunting
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Singing and playing guitar
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Herding cattle
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Practicing for rodeos
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Very good with farm animals
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Can cook very well
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Very good with a lasso
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Heals in water
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Can control water (also breathe underwater and resistant to pressure)
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Can speak to horses
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Storms in general
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Monsters
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Nightmares
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Dark places
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Nighttime
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Airplanes
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Tunnels
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Chouko getting hurt
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ When he writes about "Madame Butterfly," he is talking about Chouko
xx ★ xxxx⇥ He has a heart condition where his heart could fail if he pushes himself too hard
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Chouko Sasaki
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Hand-to-hand combat
xx ★ xxxx⇥ Going on defense in a fight
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xx ★ xxxx⇥ Overbearingly protective nature
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Ricky never really knew his father. Unlike most kids raised by a single parent, though, he didn't really become bothered, even when it was mentioned to him. He lived happily with his ma, not usually thinking about the father he was missing out on. His ma could take care of the farm with the best of them, and he learned how to handle the cattle and the horses. They weren't much of an agricultural farm, dealing primarily with livestock and helping out Ol' Man Sasaki as the town used to call him. He was a funny old man, and Ricky generally left him alone, doing this or that if he was asked to. He tended mostly to his horses and cattle, to which he had a kinship. He could ride any bronco or bull that they put him on in a rodeo after a good amount of practice (or so he boasted).
Before his mother died in the accident, he had gone out hunting, tracking a big animal that was giving him loads of trouble with killing off cattle. He lost track of it often, even when he had been tracking it for a week from his home. That was when Magnum showed up at the ranch. He wasn't more than a pup at the time, but he was sniffing all over the cattle pasture, sniffing like a true pro, and when he fed the dog, it started following him. Later that night, he heard cattle screaming - well, that was the easiest way to describe it - and jumped out of bed, pulling on his boots and grabbing his guns, a gift from his father on his fifteenth birthday. The note had said not to waste the bullets and only use them on real threats. He still swore his mother was messing with him, but he dashed out with the guns. Magnum was barking at him, jumping at his ankles while he ran along, sniffing at the ground and rapidly following a trail that humans would never be able to pick up. The two of them ran, letting Ricky be positive that he would catch that beast this time. They took twists and turns in the dusty, dry land, happening into a forest, where they wove through the trees. There was a large monster, for lack of a better explanation, and Magnum yipped, jumping behind his legs. Ricky huffed, studying the monster. It was a lion, he thought, but in its mane rose a goat head, and its tail flicked and hissed. A snake, likely poisonous.
He aimed and fired. The bullet landed in his side and the creature roared, turning to face him. Its nostrils were steaming at the goat head, and Ricky ran, Magnum hot on his heels. The blood hound was pretty quick, leading the way they came, Ricky following. The monster was crashing through the trees behind him, and finally, all sounds of crashing stopped. Ricky and Magnum stopped, trying to catch their breath. Finally, they headed back to the ranch.
The stench was horrible; burning wood everywhere. The Ranch was on fire, and Ricky opened the stable and the pasture so that the cattle and horses could get free. He herded them into Ol' Man Sasaki's ranch (even though it now belonged to his granddaughter), and he could tell his animals before anyone else, so he wasn't worried. He ran to the ranch house, which hadn't caught yet, but suddenly, it erupted into flame, and there stood the beast as Ricky saw his mother asleep in her room; flames closed in, and he knew he couldn't save her. He pointed his gun at the beast and fired. This time, when the bullet connected, the beast exploded into a yellow dust that smelled like sulfur. He tried to pry the window open to get his ma out, but the pane was hot, and his hands were burning as he pulled back, but then tried again immediately. "MA!" he yelled, but to no avail. The woman was swallowed in flames, screaming.
"You can't save her."
When Ricky looked, startled at his newfound company, he found a man whose features seemed almost familiar to him. He had looked in the mirror and seen similar features, which left one explanation: his father. "What do you mean? I can dive in now and save her!"
"She's already gone, Ricky. Come on, walk with me."
"No!"
"Ricky, don't be difficult." Ricky sighed, walking with the man whose voice was so powerful that he'd rather listen. "You're going to have to go away. I can't buy this ranch for you, but I am going to convince your neighbor to help you out. She's a kind girl, from what I've seen of you two hanging out. By the time you come back, there should be a place for you on her farm, if I can play this right. You, my boy, are going to go to a safe place, just for the rest of the summer, and then come back."
Magnum was nipping at his ankles, and he picked up the small dog. "Yes, you can take the hound too, but he'll need a name. No, you don't have to tell me his name. Look, you need to go to New York. In this bag should be enough money to get you there by train and get you back once the summer ends. If you work for Miss Sasaki, you should be making money to go back next summer, and the summer after. It's the only safe place for kids like you. But...I know you wouldn't just be able to leave this place behind. If you'd prefer, take a horse instead of a train. They allow horses." The man grinned at him, patting his head. "Sorry I couldn't have visited sooner, kid. There are rules, and...well, let's not get into it. Be safe, and I'll see you around."
Through the trip to New York, Ricky was roiling with emotion. He had decided to ride one of the horses, and he had Magnum tucked into a saddle pocket, since he was small enough. He didn't close the flap, so the hound wasn't suffocating and he could peek his head out. He made it all the way to New York, where a kid with a limp introduced himself and led him the rest of the way.
Camp Half-Blood was different, and oddly, home. It was more comfortable in the camp than anywhere else for him, because a wave of relief that he'd never felt before washed over him. He sighed, staying in the Hermes Cabin for only one night before he was claimed the next morning in the dining pavilion. His father had turned out to be a god, and he hadn't handled the news well; more because he didn't understand why the god couldn't help his mother. He had said there were rules, but when lives were involved, why did the rules matter? He wasn't upset, just confused. Very confused. He spent the summer learning about monsters, his ancestry, and how to fight. Finally, he returned in the fall, just before the harvest began.
Chouko accepted him to the farm, and they merged the two ranches together, though Ricky watched over his half of the farm more than Chouko did. He worked for her as a farm hand, also hiring his own farm hands at his half. The horses were divided, though Ricky let Chouko use them for riding lessons when she needed them. He was still hunting, and as Magnum grew, so did his skill in tracking down monsters and pests alike. They tracked wolves, foxes, raccoons, and all kinds of monsters that threatened the farm. It was a few years before anything major happened; a satyr - actually, the same one that took me the rest of the way to the Camp, showed up. I thought he was coming for me for one reason or another, but then found out that Miss Chou is actually a demigod too! He took her to the Camp, and I decided to follow after I had figured everything out in organization. By the time that I arrived at the camp, she was claimed by Apollo, the god of music and the sun, and I introduced myself by my father. I don't think that things are too awkward now, but one never knows. This is her first summer, and my fourth, technically.
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Ricky is very loyal to those he cares for, especially girls. He feels that his female friends need his guidance and protection more often, even when they don't. He is very rarely bashful, and a bit of a womanizer (it's the cowboy in him, he claims). However, he has a crush on Chouko, and he defends her more than anyone else. If anyone speaks ill of her, he will snap at them and classify them as an enemy of sorts. He's generally kind and friendly. He doesn't come across as rude unless someone has wronged him or Chouko. He loves to laugh and sing, as well as make others happy. He's not afraid to speak his mind, and is usually level-headed as opposed to angry when something bad is going on. One person he's usually foul-tempered around is Amadeus Hawthorne II, because Amadeus is one of his main competitors when it comes to Chouko...not to mention his attitude in general is just unbearable.
xx ★ Ｐｅｔ ⇥ A bloodhound named Magnum
xx ★ Ｅｘｔｒａ ⇥ He is one of the rare demigods not affected by dyslexia, though he does have serious ADHD
xx ★ Ｐｕｐｐｅｔｅｅｒ ⇥ PSYChoPaTHiC M ii N D
