Post by Ray Conoy on Sept 7, 2009 4:21:43 GMT -5
Name: Peter Raymond Conoy
Nicknames: Ray
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Occupation: Novelist
Any prior relationships with passengers: Ex-husband of Stella Malkovitch.
Personality: As a novelist, it's Ray's job to be clever, to have a flair for creativity and characterization, and he does. He's worked with a lot of people at various police precincts for research and has picked up on some profiling techniques that have made him a fair hand at reading people and understanding what motivates them to do the things they do. While his subdued exterior might not make him seem prone to wild bursts of imagination, he's actually got quite a talent for inventing things - ask his ex-wife, who's had to endure more than a couple of made-up excuses from him (hey, he's good at coming up with the stuff; his delivery's still a little lacking). Ray also understands that the devil is in the details, pays close attention to his surroundings (even if it does require his glasses to do so) and notices when things are off; he's always been the perceptive type.
Insecurity is Ray's biggest downfall - as cheesy as it sounds, he doesn't really believe in himself. He knows he's good at his job, because they wouldn't've put him on the bestseller list if he wasn't, but when it comes to every day life, his self-esteem isn't the best. He can be pretty shy at times because of this, feeling like maybe his contribution to the conversation isn't really one worth hearing, and in the few relationships Ray's been in, he's come off as far beyond clingy. He wants to be needed more than he wants to be happy - he tried, he did, but he just hasn't been able to change that, which was what drove every girl away, every time, and gave him his cynical outlook on life and especially love.
He's also an inherently quirky guy, however much he tries to hide that fact. Ray has mild aphasia, which leads him to jumble or forget words at times, but luckily for his writing career he can always use his computer's spellchecker and thesaurus if he has trouble - not so great for polite conversation, though. Coffee is a staple of the Ray Conoy diet; the guy can't function without at least one cup in the morning, black, with six Smarties very carefully counted out and dropped into it. He also enjoys dancing (the waltz, mainly) and has a fondness for turtles. He owns one, and in a stroke of creative genius has named it Turtle.
History: Born and raised in the crappy Chicago district of West Racine to a meat-packer, Damian, and a dentist's secretary, Barbara, Peter Raymond Conoy didn't have a lot growing up. He was the younger of two kids and copped a lot of teasing and many casual beatings from his older brother, Mark, and the other neighbourhood kids for being quiet and doing well at school. Ray, as he liked to be called, didn't make friends very easily and although his parents tried to help him, they were just too busy putting food on the table to devote enough time to their son's social habits. Still, Ray survived school okay, getting especially high grades in English classes despite his timidity and odd speech condition.
During high school he endured basically the same kind of taunting and indifference from the other teenagers, opting to hang out in the library at every opportunity to get away from the stress. He enjoyed reading - fiction, nonfiction, genre, nothing like that mattered to him as long as he could read it and learn from it - and during his secondary schooling career, Ray developed a yearning to create his own stories. His English teachers were impressed with his ability, his classmates less so, but Ray wasn't concerned. He just did what he liked because he liked it.
After graduation, he went on to college and majored in creative writing, doing some work experience at a small newspaper during the summer. His writing blossomed. His social skills...not so much, although he did date a bit (blondes mostly). A few legitimate story ideas began lodging themselves in Ray's mind and he laboured in his spare time to commit them to paper (or hard drive, as the case may be). After earning his degree, he got hired by the newspaper full time, working there for a year before his first novel, a science fiction murder mystery set in a dystopian future, caught the attention of his boss, who had a few buddies in the publishing industry. To Ray's utter shock and awe, they loved it, and it became an instant bestseller.
Still writing, and earning enough cash from book sales to set himself and his folks up in a much nicer part of Chicago, Ray started to get invited to things. Charity events, fundraisers, whatever was going on in the literary world at the moment. People liked his books and wanted to get to know him, and somewhere along the line, he started accumulating influential friends and becoming influential himself. It was, in his words, "kinda great". Until the Era of Stella.
Stella Malkovitch was beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed and lots of other very attractive things that start with B. She was also a ladder-climber in his publisher's agency, and soon became his personal publishing agent. They hit it off, they liked each other, they dated. They fell in love and got married. And then they...divorced. Ray doesn't like to talk, or even think, about the details of that particular venture, but it left him the worse for wear and just that little bit poorer. She got half his savings, he got a new agent and they both tried their hardest to forget each other existed.
With ten successful novels under his belt and a great deal of unexpected fame in literary circles, Ray's on his way around the world for a global book signing tour. Too bad that's not gonna end so well.
Play by: Callum Keith Rennie
Link to helpful picture: www.filmmovement.com/images/castandcrew/CallumKeithRennie.jpg NOM
Nicknames: Ray
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Occupation: Novelist
Any prior relationships with passengers: Ex-husband of Stella Malkovitch.
Personality: As a novelist, it's Ray's job to be clever, to have a flair for creativity and characterization, and he does. He's worked with a lot of people at various police precincts for research and has picked up on some profiling techniques that have made him a fair hand at reading people and understanding what motivates them to do the things they do. While his subdued exterior might not make him seem prone to wild bursts of imagination, he's actually got quite a talent for inventing things - ask his ex-wife, who's had to endure more than a couple of made-up excuses from him (hey, he's good at coming up with the stuff; his delivery's still a little lacking). Ray also understands that the devil is in the details, pays close attention to his surroundings (even if it does require his glasses to do so) and notices when things are off; he's always been the perceptive type.
Insecurity is Ray's biggest downfall - as cheesy as it sounds, he doesn't really believe in himself. He knows he's good at his job, because they wouldn't've put him on the bestseller list if he wasn't, but when it comes to every day life, his self-esteem isn't the best. He can be pretty shy at times because of this, feeling like maybe his contribution to the conversation isn't really one worth hearing, and in the few relationships Ray's been in, he's come off as far beyond clingy. He wants to be needed more than he wants to be happy - he tried, he did, but he just hasn't been able to change that, which was what drove every girl away, every time, and gave him his cynical outlook on life and especially love.
He's also an inherently quirky guy, however much he tries to hide that fact. Ray has mild aphasia, which leads him to jumble or forget words at times, but luckily for his writing career he can always use his computer's spellchecker and thesaurus if he has trouble - not so great for polite conversation, though. Coffee is a staple of the Ray Conoy diet; the guy can't function without at least one cup in the morning, black, with six Smarties very carefully counted out and dropped into it. He also enjoys dancing (the waltz, mainly) and has a fondness for turtles. He owns one, and in a stroke of creative genius has named it Turtle.
History: Born and raised in the crappy Chicago district of West Racine to a meat-packer, Damian, and a dentist's secretary, Barbara, Peter Raymond Conoy didn't have a lot growing up. He was the younger of two kids and copped a lot of teasing and many casual beatings from his older brother, Mark, and the other neighbourhood kids for being quiet and doing well at school. Ray, as he liked to be called, didn't make friends very easily and although his parents tried to help him, they were just too busy putting food on the table to devote enough time to their son's social habits. Still, Ray survived school okay, getting especially high grades in English classes despite his timidity and odd speech condition.
During high school he endured basically the same kind of taunting and indifference from the other teenagers, opting to hang out in the library at every opportunity to get away from the stress. He enjoyed reading - fiction, nonfiction, genre, nothing like that mattered to him as long as he could read it and learn from it - and during his secondary schooling career, Ray developed a yearning to create his own stories. His English teachers were impressed with his ability, his classmates less so, but Ray wasn't concerned. He just did what he liked because he liked it.
After graduation, he went on to college and majored in creative writing, doing some work experience at a small newspaper during the summer. His writing blossomed. His social skills...not so much, although he did date a bit (blondes mostly). A few legitimate story ideas began lodging themselves in Ray's mind and he laboured in his spare time to commit them to paper (or hard drive, as the case may be). After earning his degree, he got hired by the newspaper full time, working there for a year before his first novel, a science fiction murder mystery set in a dystopian future, caught the attention of his boss, who had a few buddies in the publishing industry. To Ray's utter shock and awe, they loved it, and it became an instant bestseller.
Still writing, and earning enough cash from book sales to set himself and his folks up in a much nicer part of Chicago, Ray started to get invited to things. Charity events, fundraisers, whatever was going on in the literary world at the moment. People liked his books and wanted to get to know him, and somewhere along the line, he started accumulating influential friends and becoming influential himself. It was, in his words, "kinda great". Until the Era of Stella.
Stella Malkovitch was beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed and lots of other very attractive things that start with B. She was also a ladder-climber in his publisher's agency, and soon became his personal publishing agent. They hit it off, they liked each other, they dated. They fell in love and got married. And then they...divorced. Ray doesn't like to talk, or even think, about the details of that particular venture, but it left him the worse for wear and just that little bit poorer. She got half his savings, he got a new agent and they both tried their hardest to forget each other existed.
With ten successful novels under his belt and a great deal of unexpected fame in literary circles, Ray's on his way around the world for a global book signing tour. Too bad that's not gonna end so well.
Play by: Callum Keith Rennie
Link to helpful picture: www.filmmovement.com/images/castandcrew/CallumKeithRennie.jpg NOM
