Ray Carroll

Westfield High School

Class of 1992

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Ray Carroll - Class of 1992 - Westfield High School

First Name	Ray
Last Name	Carroll
Graduation Year	Class of 1992
Gender	Male
Hometown	Houston, Texas
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	To whom it may concern, you are strictly prohibited from disclosing, copying, distributing, disseminating, or taking any other action against me with regard to this profile and the contents herein, including, but not limited to my photos, and/or the comments made about my photos or any other "picture" art posted on my profile. The foregoing prohibitions also apply to your employee, agent, student or any personnel under your direction or control. The contents of this profile are private and legally privileged and confidential information, and the violation of my personal privacy is punishable by law. UCC 1-103 1-308 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED WITHOUT PREJUDICE I am no monument to justice. I am however a mammal and eater of pies. I often imagine that I am a freelance science fiction/fantasy illustrator and role playing game designer. I mean, I can draw; and I know a LOT about RPGs. More than is considered normal, probably. Lately, I’ve been writing a game in the hopes of garnering some meager renown in the field of nerdery and nerd-related pastimes. It’s my bailiwick. These are my people. The geek shall inherit the Earth. * Most of my free time is spent online, watching TV, drawing, reading, or writing. Basically, I’m attempting to pioneer new ways to waste time. I’m the vanguard of wasted youth. The rest of my time is spent helping my family and friends. I used to work at Midnight Comics & Games as the resident Uberdork. But I have now decided that one day I'll have my own kingdom, carved out by the sword... you know, like Conan. Just without the loincloth action. No one needs to see that. Until that day comes, I shall take up the position of resident RPG dork at Bedrock City Comics (@FM1960). * I like role-playing games, comic books, science fiction shows, fantasy art with hot chicks in chain mail bikinis, swords, dragons and other mythological things, and all that. I also like classic rock, cannabis, psilocybin, absinthe, hippie pagan chicks, gothic morbid chicks, and being a goofy, surly, wookie-esque pseudo-intellectual. * I am not what some people consider “successful", ambitious, goal-oriented, or independent(ly wealthy). I do not enjoy the following: the outdoors (unless its relaxing and not survival drills), partying, clubbing, dancing, or working out (although I do from time to time). * I like sleeping in, ordering out, quiet get-togethers with close friends, reading a good book, discussing obscure esoteric things, arguing over nerdish topics, peace and quiet, a neat and tidy room, my own uniquely organized piles of clutter, staying up late, the couch, big fluffy pillows, talking to myself as I work, drawing for hours, and gaming at least once a week. * i believe that TALK IS CHEAP. actions are what i look at in people. example: if you say you care about me then ditch me, it shows me that you don't care at all. im a big believer in THE BOTTOM LINE. and when i have a look at that, its the sum of all actions. I am extremely tired of mind games and power plays in relationships; please just say what you mean and state clearly what you need. * If you believe that chubby Jesus, or young Santa Claus, is the sexiest thing ever then feel free to drop me a line. Except that now you'd probably have to go to my ex-fiance (and best friend) to get the okay. She gets 15%... which i understand is an industry standard. *** Loosing my mom has taught me that nothing is more important than the people you love. I will never again put work ahead of my family. Family is made up of the people who love you. Sometimes that's not the people you were born to, instead its the people you were lucky to find along ...(read more)