Members: Ramirez, Zack

Name: Zack Ramirez
Age: 22
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 145
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Long and stringy; down to shoulders
Race: Human
Likes: Musical instruments, mainly guitars and standup bass. (Learning to play the flute). Politics and political history. Cross-country running (hmm...water...)
Dislikes: Arrogance, strings that break within a week of purchase.
Strongest Skill: I'm an outstanding musician, if I do say so myself. Strategy and planning. Good runner.
Weakest Skill: Opinionated. Can't hold a job for more than a month, usually.
Occupation: Pizza delivery.
Clothing and Appearance: Dark brown work shirt, buttoned up to the top button. Black gloves (thin leather), with small slits on the knuckles of the glove. Black jeans (not baggy. They fit me just right). Black work boots.
Theme Song: "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine
Affiliation: Outlaw
Gender: Male
Origin:          IN SELF PROFILE FORM

I was born on a colony that's pretty far away from Blue Heaven, now that I think about it. It's a bit of a story - how I got to Blue Heaven and all - but I think you'll find it interesting.
I grew up with my dad, mom, and younger brother. It was a good life. I was named Most Valuable Runner for the JV cross-country team at my school. I had been playing electric guitar for about 3 years and was starting to learn stand-up bass. My life was normal like anyone else's.
My other interest at the time was politics. I was the founder of the YAW (Youth Against War) club at my school. My friends and I were pretty active, participating in marches and protests and what not. I was always the one to plan these things. Well, that was about to change.
One day, a friend of mine, Jay, came up with an idea that would alter my life forever. Now, Jay was acting very odd lately for his sister had been killed about three months ago. Anyways, he told me that a few cities away, there was an important federal building. Supposedly, its destruction would most likely be able to halt a war that my colony was planning to initiate. Jay suggested we destroy it.
He assured us that it would be after hours and that no one would be inside or even nearby. After days of deliberation, we all agreed to go through with it. I wasn't planning this one.
On the day of the attack, we all traveled to the town. At 1:00 the next day, each of us got into a building neighboring the federal building. At exactly 1:20, we opened the windows of our current hideouts and threw what at first looked like putty balls at the target. The strategist of this attack had made them. In truth, they were putty balls, but inside were half-pint water bottles filled with match-heads and gunpowder, lots of gunpowder, from emptied shotgun shells. Leading out of the mass of putty was a wire that would be used a fuse. I had warily asked Jay where he got the shotgun shells from before. He had only smiled.
When the time was right, we lit the fuse attached to the bombs on the side of the building. I turned away from the explosion and when I looked back there was a gaping hole in the wall of the federal building. Suddenly, I was overcome with fervor. To this day, I hate myself for this.
Phase two of the mission was to throws incendiary devices into the building after it was breeched. Incendiary device = Molotov cocktail. I threw bottle after bottle into the hole. Then, I stopped. What kind of person can be overcome by such frenzy that he would help destroy a building? I ran out of the building in shame.
At 5:00, I arrived at the meetinghouse. It was an old, abandoned hotel. When I went into the lobby, though, no one was there. I waited for and hour and a half. No one showed up. Frightened, I left. I found an inn, where I rented a room. I went up to the room and turned on the T.V. I wanted to see what was happening with the situation.
When I got to the new, however, I was shocked. Jay’s picture was on the television! I listened as the news anchor spewed chatter. Then a word caught my ear: “death”. I listened and watched as three of my other friends’ faces appeared on the screen. The newscaster told me this: “All four of these teenagers died in a tragic explosion this morning. Supposedly, there were more involved…” I was awe-struck. I couldn’t speak. Then I saw MY face on T.V. “This boy was seen fleeing the scene of the crime with some sort of wire hanging out of his jacket. It resembles the fuse found and analyzed at the scene of the crime.” I looked down and saw the piece of wire hanging from my jacket pocket - stupid. “…from now on will be considered a suspect in this horrible, horrible…” I had to get out of there.
I wrote a letter home and told my parents I was sorry. I told them what I am telling you now. Every month or so, I mail my family letting them (and whatever federal agency is intercepting the mail) know how I am doing.
In the end, I stole away in a ship bound for Blue Heaven, the furthest I could get. I was on that space ship for 5 months. While listening, through the vents, to the crew watching the news, I overheard the worst words I have ever heard. I had not known this, but Jay was seeking revenge. Federal agents had killed his sister accidentally, during a drug bust at a park. Six firemen had died tryin to quench that conflagration. Four passer-bys were killed. I had been used.
When I got to my destination, I settled down. No one knew of my crimes. About a year later, I ran into a friend of mine, Brau Tondra. He was the only survivor of the attack so many years ago, besides me. We watch each other’s backs, nowadays.
Over time, I re-built my life the best that I could. Only my friend and I were aware of the guilt we carried. Now, I work for a pizza delivery service. My last job was at a video store…about a month ago. I just can’t seem to concentrate on a job very well, anymore. Ah well, the only things I have to worry about now are: bounty-hunters and “when is the next check coming in?”