Ray is a wiry little fucker, dressed casually in jeans and a USMC t-shirt, dogtags hanging around his neck. His hair is dark and cropped short. Tattoos peak out from under his short sleeves. His posture is alert, poised on the point of fight-or-flight that contradicts the almost pout on his face.
"Who the fuck are you people and why the fuck aren't you hot naked chicks dancing on poles? Where the fuck am I? Did you fucking kidnap me with some weird voodoo bullshit? Aw, shit, wait until Iceman hears about this, he is going to waste you pussy-ass bitches. Goddamn and I'm supposed to be shipping out in like, 3 days. Brad's gonna fucking kill my ass if I don't show up. Goddamn. ...Does anyone have any poptarts? I'm fucking hungry."
Typist: Corporal Ray Person, from Generation Kill, as portrayed by the lovely James Ransone. Recon Marine. Loquacious. Foul-mouthed. Obnoxious. But weirdly lovable.