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[pandorasratio]

For years, the tension between the agents had simmered. That was a line Ray wasn't ready to cross. No good could come from getting involved in that way with another colleague. Whereas others indulged in intimacy without feeling any attachments, Ray struggled to keep his emotions out of the way. Avoiding sex altogether felt safer at first, but it became impractical. His next solution was to sleep with operatives he didn't feel particularly close to, however, meaningless sex wasn't satisfying in the slightest. Finally, he came to the conclusion that the only way forward was to accept his inability to blur the lines. Even if in the heat of the moment, he craved for more, the feeling would fade away eventually. Once Ray became aware of Levi's attraction, thanks to one of his dupes spilling his guts, he couldn't stop thinking about the Pride agent that way. As much as he tried to deny it to himself, his eyes would linger a second too long over Levi. He would undress him with his eyes whenever they shared a space. And even make excuses just to spend more time together. What he was doing was getting ridiculous and painfully obvious. Enough to prompt a dupe to directly ask him if he wanted to fuck.  It sounded like a bad idea at first, yet the more he weighed the pros and cons, the more he realized he needed this. Not only because it's been months since he got laid, but he had to get over the fear of catching feelings. They were good friends, and nothing had to change just because they slept together once. It's what he told himself.  Despite being aware that the copy was a mere manifestation of one of the stuntman's sides, the fact that he was doing it with a dupe helped. Even under the watchful eyes of the original Levi, it was almost as if Ray was with somebody else. Inhibitions were lost, all that pent up energy was ready to find an outlet. What started nice and slow was quickly replaced by something savage and feral. A pair of strong arms snaked around Levi's waist as Ratio buried himself deeper inside him. He loved how loud Levi would get, and he wasn't a quiet one either. “You think he's liking the show?” He asked the dupe privately, a whisper for his ear only as he dropped kisses along his neck and broad shoulders. The rhythm of his thrusts slowed down, but he never fully pulled out. It wouldn't be fun for anyone to have their exercise end after only a few minutes –– so he allowed them both some breathing room. Small breaks where the two shared long kisses, caressed each other, and enjoyed the way their bodies fit each other so nicely. Those sweet periods would always be followed by intense moments of bliss where they would push each other close to their limit. Every suggestion was eventually applied. First, he rested his head on the copy's shoulder, hips maintaining a steady rhythm. Second, a hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length at a faster pace than the thrusting against him. With some adjustments, Ray got better access to hit his prostate with each quick thrust. Finally, once that pace was well established, his hands and his cock already overstimulating the dupe, Ray sank his teeth into his shoulder. One bite before he rested his forehead against Levi's back. After a few seconds, he went for a second bite, harder this time. He could already tell he wouldn't last much longer at that pace.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃           ˃˃           𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 _ 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙾𝙽 & 𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾           ˂˂           it wasn't completely unexpected that they eventually found themselves here⸻    one of his dupes completely into ratio, which only really meant he was, too, but levi wouldn't admit that out loud. and now, the   room   smelled   like   sweat   and   heat,   thick   and   heavy, the   kind   that   clung   to   the   air   and   settled   into   skin.   levi   lay   sprawled   on   the   bed,   one   arm   slung   over   the   back   of   his   head,   the   other   wrapped   tight   around   himself,   stroking   himself lazily,   slowly,   lips   parted   just   enough   for   the   occasional   sharp   inhale,   his   dark blue   eyes   hooded,   dark   with   something   hungry   as   they   tracked   the   motion   in   front   of   him.

one   of   his   dupes— same   face,   same   body,   same   desires— was   on   all   fours,   hands   fisting   the   sheets,   arms   trembling   just   slightly   with   the   force   of   every   deep   thrust.   ratio   was   behind   him,   broad   chest   pressed   flush   against   the   dupe's   back,   keeping   him   pinned   down,   caged   in,   snaps   of   his   hips   driving   deep,   each   impact   shoving   the   dupe   forward   before   dragging   him   back   into   it. and levi's   dupe   wasn't   exactly quiet   about   it.   he   was   panting,   moaning,   half - choked   sounds   slipping   out   between   gritted   teeth,   a   mix   of   pleasure   and   frustration,   the   overwhelming   sensation   of   being   taken   like   this⸻    ratio's cock him stretching him wide, filling him up, knowing   the   prime version of   him   was   watching,   getting   off   to   the   sight.   his   fingers   curled   into   the   sheets,   back   arching   to   take   more,   to   take   everything.

" fuck— " levi   breathed,   the   word   almost   lost   in   the   low   groan   he   let   out,   his   pace   picking   up   to   match   ratio's,   perfectly   in   sync,   like   he   was   feeling   every   thrust   secondhand,   like   it   was   his   body   getting   wrecked   and   not   just   a   copy. " bite down on his shoulder. i like it, " levi suggested to ratio, voice low with amusement. then another groan escaped him,   head   tipping   back   against   the   pillow,   free   hand   raking   through   his   sweat - damp   hair as he continued watching ratio fuck his dupe. " that's   a   fuckin'   sight.   watching   myself   get   ruined.   it's fuckin'   hot. " he   exhaled,   almost like a laugh as he realized just how narcissistic that might have sounded, breath   hitching   as   his   fist   tightened around his thick cock,   stroking   harder, body winding tighter, bringing himself closer to the precipice of pure bliss.

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[pandorasratio]

It was a nightmare. Every glance, every word spoken, every movement could easily be misinterpreted and spark tension. Keeping order felt like an impossible task when every little thing was a reason for suspicion. It made Ray sick how one rumor could cause so much damage to their morale. He tried to keep an eye on all public spaces, looking for any traitor-like behavior. His eyes were on someone else when he noticed Coyote reaching over the counter and leaving the room in haste. So he followed. Not because he was suspicious of him –– but to keep him from doing anything stupid. “Stop right there," Ratio shouted. “Where do you think you're going?”

It's only been a couple of weeks that he's been in Atlantis, and Emil already fucking hates this place. Somehow, the killer robots he faced a week prior was far less aggravating than whatever the hell is happening now. People are only pointing fingers at each and doing nothing but fuel the fire of chaos. Inefficient. Useless. What's worse, he's catching some heat. Now, he's forced to deal with the other agents trying to keep tabs on him. Thankfully, it's not the bright ones who are, but it still made drinking at the bar unenjoyable all the same. So, when the crowd too rowdy thanks to the ban lift, Emil reached over the counter and grabbed as much as he could before he strolled out of the establishment.

The agent had no destination in mind after leaving the bar, but now that he had some liquor in his hand, it didn't mind where he ended up. However, he did just remember that the surveillance footage was being deleted and that just sounded like an invitation to explore Atlantis. Maybe test its limits. With annoyance and tequila burning deep within him, Emil traveled through halls, finding out more and more about the headquarters and everyone else in it. But, just as he was going to pass through a threshold, he heard some footsteps behind him. "Fuck you want?" The envy agent called out, turning over his shoulder to face the other. "You ain't got more pressing matters to get to?"

[pandorasratio]

“ well, soldier. you don't have a choice. ” ratio raised his voice. he reached for harbinger's arm again, seizing him in a powerful grip. “ if i die here, so be it. as long as you let your vulnerability define you, you will never find peace. ”

each word reinforced his veteran status, asserted his dominance. for the most part, ray was kind and gentle, but it never stopped him from playing a tough parent role when necessary. 

“ we’re left here to survive. to adapt. to prove we can face adversity. but we also need to overcome our fears. you're in control. i know it and you know it too. ” he forced harbinger's hand on his face again. “ you won't kill me. i believe in you. it's time you start believing in yourself too. ”

it was a difficult conversation to have and ray felt bad for being so pushing. but he was convinced the two had found each other for a reason and he would not allow harbinger’s worries to continue to prevent others from learning the wonderful man he was.

His body flinched when being touched, not out of fear for what could happen since he was still clothed – but out of surprise. Usually, people avoided him the same way as he avoided others. It was for everyone’s good health that he kept a safe distance from everyone. Why shouldn’t he? Despite being in control of what his powers did nowadays, it took a lot out of him to reach and keep that focus. It was like meditating. Finding his centre and staying within his bubble. As long as his emotions were in check – so were his powers. But he still used synthetic clothing and gloves because one never knows when control might slip and he didn’t want to end up butt naked in front of everyone. It was… quite frankly exhausting. And being touched – being pulled close by another man was surprising yet… comforting? ”What are you doing?” Walter tried to pull his hand away when Ratio began to peel the glove off his fingers – exposing his skin and flesh to the cold yet still cavernous air. “Don’t…” He wanted to pull the hand away – as genuine fear was crossing his eyes. What if he lost control? What if for a split second, he would lose control and end up killing Ratio simply because someone else had more faith in him than he did? “Please, please, please don’t… don’t do this.” He was on the verge of panic. Heart pounding inside his chest, eyes starting to water at the thought of what the consequences would be… and then he felt it. Warm, smooth skin against his fingertips. He was touching another human being without his gloves and Ratio did not disintegrate and turned to ash in seconds. It… it felt so good…

A nervous laugh rolled from Harbinger’s mouth as he trailed his fingers against Ratio’s jaw to his chin. He was admiring him. He looked at him like it was the first time he had looked at someone. “Your skin is so smooth. And warm.” Another nervous giggle rolled from the agent’s lips and Walter took a moment to appreciate what the other man had done for him before pulling his hand away – once again returning it to the sanctity of its protection. “I am very thankful for this. It’s been a while since I felt someone’s skin other than my own. But… what you did was incredibly foolish too. What if… What if I lost control? You’d be dead and-and… and it would have been my fault and I don’t want to kill anyone by accident ever again. Y-You shouldn’t have done it. I could have killed you!”

[pandorasratio]

ratio frowned at harbinger’s comments about being stuck together. he crossed his arms, shifting to a more defensive stance. “ what are you apologizing for? ”

he had noticed resistance from the operative, an attempt to keep a distance between them. at first, ray decided to respect his personal space and give him some time to get comfortable. but once he noticed the self-imposed isolation came from a place of fear, he couldn't leave it alone.

“ harbinger… ” he reached for his arm, held it firmly, and pulled the other's body closer. “ i am not afraid of you. ” he raised the blonde's hand and forcedly took off his glove, bringing the man's digits to his own face. “ you won't hurt me. ”

He hated this. This senseless test designed to torture and put their operatives through a literal hell in the name of training. Cull the herd. The weakest ones were not needed. How were they expected to go out on missions and carry out their orders if they were not battle hardened? If they were not willing to push past their limits, no matter the cost? He hated this. To be forced to use powers that he did not ask for. To become the embodiment of Death’s touch. Kill or be killed. Survival was paramount. Their only objective was to endure that torment. That hell. Long gone and forgotten were the days were things like this were not normal. Whoever he had been before – it had vanished in order to give birth to Harbinger. ”We will find a way.” Walter sighed as he rested his head against the rocky wall. His gloves were covered in dust and they looked to be on the verge of tearing at the seams. That was what scared him the most. Control over his powers or not – those gloves were everything that existed to stop him from taking another innocent life. “Those droids are smart.” Too smart. But that was the goal, wasn’t it? Outsmart them or beat them down. Survival at any cost. And against droids, his powers were useless. A nice reminder that there were things out there that would not fall prey to the decay. “We can’t make a beacon to draw others to us.” They would be spotted. The only thing he could consider was scouting. Explore an area and return. For as long as it took for them to find someone – or see the end of this madness done.

Head tilts to the side. Exhaustion slowly creeps in like a spider climbing its web. But he is glad that he is no longer alone. That there was someone else near him, someone who wasn’t terrified of what he could do. Or if Ratio was – there were far worse things out there than a death touch. “I’m sorry you are stuck with me.” His lips curl into an apologetic smile – almost as if Harbinger is embarrassed. He is aware of what others think about him. Aware of the fear that lingers behind their eyes. Who wouldn’t be scared of a man who can turn you to dust with a mere poke of his finger? “I’m not useful against the robots and… well…” His gaze falls to his hands. To the dusty gloves that squeeze around his knuckles as he clenches his hand into a fist. “There’s this. It was never my intention to make anyone fearful. I… did not choose this.”

[pandorasratio]

things could have been worse. ratio had found them a cavern to spend the night in and managed to start the fire. he also fashioned a makeshift spear for fishing and brought back enough food to last another day.

his two goals were to last the week and to ensure no one died under his watch. staying out of trouble was the optimal way to survive. no one said they were required to explore the deadly battleground. 

" we need to attract other operatives somehow. how far do you think we can go without being spotted by one of those creepy decoys? "

@harbingerofrot

[pandorasratio]

ray's curled lips morphed into a nervous smile, and his eyes shifted away from levi in shame. what was meant as an innocent joke quickly escalated, and he could sense an accusatory tone in legion's voice. maybe he was reading too much into the situation, and it was nothing more than trash talk. either way, ratio felt too disconcerted to say a word. he was grateful when the dupe decided to cut in … until the duplicate outed levi's thoughts and made the conversation ten times more awkward. it was hard to tell whether the two were joking or speaking honestly. shifting the focus back to the missing agents felt like the right move – however, it quickly turned depressing. the thought of operatives acting as lab rats for another organization, after everything they all went through to become full agents of pandora, didn't sit well with ray.

" we need to investigate, find out who is behind all of this, and stop them. but we have to be smart about how to continue from here. we can't lose more people. none of us are dispensable. "

the atmosphere was not as positive as he had hoped, and he felt the blame falling on his shoulders. ray couldn't help but notice that there was honesty in levi’s words, despite the attempt to mask it under a joking tone. there was a lot of uncertainty in the air, and they couldn't really do much about it until further orders. on the other hand, the awkwardness between them was easily fixable. 

against his best judgment, the greed agent dragged a chair between the two identical males and decided to revisit the earlier comments. each of his hands was positioned on the lower back of a different levi, and he offered them both a gentle caress while meeting the original’s gaze.

“ i didn't mean to worry you, but we can always de-stress together. get it out of our systems so you no longer have to worry about a clone spilling your secrets. ” he carried the conversation with a smile, hoping the other would interpret his words as banter and not a serious invite.

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃           *           ﹕          levi snorted as he watched ratio's fingers slide down his dupe's arm, his expression flat except of the slight curl at the edge of his mouth⸻ not quite a smile, but the ghost of one, the kind that came right before he said something he knew would get a reaction.       "         jesus fucking christ, get a room after we eat if you're gonna make eyes at him like that ...        "         he scoffed at ratio, voice underscored with what might as well be traces of envy, stabbing a piece of chicken, lips curling around a bite like he was washing something foul down his throat.       "         or better yet, just fuck already. ain't like anyone's stopping you.        "         and his dupe almost laughed around a mouthful of pasta, chewing through his amusement, glancing at ratio for a moment before drawing his attention back to the original levi. "        oh yeah ? so you can reabsorb me after and find out what it's like to get railed by our very handsome agent ratio ? you've thought about it before. "         levi nearly choked, his fork clattering against the plate as he shot his dupe a glare, edged with both exasperation and disgust.       "         say shit like that again and i'm putting you down like a dog.        "         then he looked at ratio with that i – don't – want – to – talk – about – it expression, shaking his head as he drew his attention back to the files and chewed through another bite.  and while ratio's joke about aliens was fun, sure, the possibility of the latter theory sat heavier in his gut. he mulled over the idea, tapping his fork against the plate ; scientists, other agencies, dissecting people like them, trying to crack open the blueprint of what made them so powerful. and if another global superpower figured out how to mass produce what they could do, it'd be a fucking disaster.       "         guess it makes sense to cut 'em loose. can't risk more exposure. more missing agents. can't give them more mices to experiment on, y'know ?        "         he told ratio, brows furrowing as his appetite soured, thinking about how easily it could have been any of them being torn apart in some sterile white room. levi clicked his tongue and shot ratio a teasing look, didn't want to look too stressed out, despite half – jokingly saying,       "         great. now i'm stressed the fuck out. that's on you.        "          

[pandorasratio]

ratio's smile widened when the plate was set in front of him. this kind of treatment wasn't a daily occurrence—no agent was used to being spoiled like that. before the replica could step away, ray reached out, catching him by the arm. he looked up with grateful eyes, fingers sliding down to grasp the dupe's hand. 

with an exaggerated tone, he declared, “ just between us, you’re my favorite version of yourself. ”

after releasing the duplicate's hand, ray turned his attention to the plate. with a fork in hand, he dug into his food, making his satisfaction loudly clear with each noise that followed his bites. “ if this whole espionage thing doesn't work out for you, you can always make a living as a cook. ”

there was an active effort from ratio to maintain a light and positive atmosphere. tensions were high everywhere, and distress could only lead to ineffective soldiers. but no matter what he did, there was no escape from the main topic hanging over everyone's heads.

“ maybe they were abducted by aliens. ” he joked, stretching to grab the files from levi’s hands, already regretting leaving them within his reach. a sigh of exhaustion left his lips.

“ listen—if you're asking for my opinion, ” he moved closer to the faux twins, lowering his voice so only they could hear. “ project pandora got a little too ambitious. it grew too quickly. just look how many of us are gathered here. the secret's not secretive anymore. those missing agents are probably in some hidden lab right now, being experimented on by some crazy scientist trying to recreate the mutation process. ”

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃           *           ﹕           "         you ain't interrupting shit.        "         levi exhaled slow before a curt chuckle at ratio, dragging a hand down his face before letting it drop back to his side. sometimes even he didn't know whatever this was⸻ his duplicates often just used as meat muppets to soak up damage on the battlefield, to die in his and other's place. cannon fodder. pawns. and yet, looking at his dupe now, telling ratio he made a simple chicken alfredo, perfectly capable of living its own life, definitely put things in another perspective. but now wasn't the time for some fucking existential navel – gazing, or any time for that matter : all of his thoughts become future duplicates' thoughts, too. there was no need for twenty versions for him to experience the same existential dread. instead, levi distracted himself by dragging ratio's documents across the counter and flipping through them⸻ eyes skimming over the details, while his dupe set a plate down for ratio, steam curling off the pasta, coated in a glossy, garlicky sauce with a seared chicken layered on top. and the dupe kept on moving, plating another for himself and levi.        "         jesus, this shit again. this has been what everyone talks about since we got back. but who cares, people disappear all the time, y'know ?       "         levi deliberately tried to sound a little indifferent as he read the details, like he was trying to talk himself into believing it didn't concern him. he knew better than to let shit like this get to him, even when it felt ugly and unfinished. there was no point, especially when he knew he wouldn't like what he'd find if looked more into everything. but levi's reaction definitely piqued his dupe's interest, sitting down beside him and giving the file a quick glance as he began eating the pasta. "        so, what do you think happened to them ? "        the dupe asked ratio, more seemingly concerned than levi was. but still, levi canted his head, watching ratio, too, wondering the same thing. or at least he trusted ratio enough to hear his thoughts out, both had been here long enough to build some sort of rapport.

[pandorasratio]

ray strode down the corridor, carrying a report from the latest mission in his hands, running scenarios in his head—things he could've done differently, anything he may have missed. three agents had inexplicably disappeared, leaving no clues behind to follow. mid-stride, a powerful wave of a savory smell filled his nostrils, making him stop in his tracks. his stomach twisted, demanding, and he realized it had been over ten hours since his last meal. curiosity sparked within him, and he traced the source of the aroma back to the common room's kitchen. peeking through the entrance, he found two men hanging out in silence—one cooking while the other lazily waited. as he stepped further inside, their heads turned toward him in the exact same instant, and he noticed they were identical. man—that always freaked him out.

“ i hope i’m not interrupting your… whatever this is, ” he said with a grin, walking toward the idle levi for a handshake and a pat on the back. “ what’s for dinner, chef? ” he directed the question at the duplicate. after setting the documents on the counter, he reached for a chair with his foot and sat down. “ better finish it before more people join. unless you’ve got enough to feed the battalion outside. i swear, this place has never been this crowded. ”

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃           *           ﹕          the smell of butter and garlic permeated the air, something sizzling in the pan while levi leaned against the counter⸻ arms folded like he was supervising. but he wasn't. not really. he was just watching himself work : his duplicate moving with easy efficiency, sleeves shoved up to the elbows, hands deft as he flipped something in the pan with a practiced flick of the wrist. and it still felt strange sometimes whenever a dupe like this would materialize, wearing a look that could never be found on his face, steady & patient, focused in a way that wasn't just about the thrill of the process. it was something closer to care. it was something that rarely ever cut through all his selfish and masochistic hedonism.  then, someone walked in, and levi— both of him— looked up at the same time, but it was the dupe who spoke first. "         you hungry ? "         levi – 02 asked, softer than levi's would have been, none of the usual teasing or challenge. just an offer, like pure unadulterated kindness. levi grinned as he looked at his dupe, rolling his eyes lightheartedly.        "         you're gonna make people think i can actually cook.        "         a statement immediately eliciting a side – eye from levi – 02, unimpressed. "         you can. you just don't. "         the dupe, after all, was just a small fragment of his psyche, a facet of his personality. levi scoffed, tilting his head as he watched the way his duplicate waited, eyes steady on the agent that just stepped in, hands still working even as he bided for an answer. it was almost like learning something about himself. what he could be, what was already inside him. levi looked at the other agent and shrugged, a bemused smile on his lips.        "         it'll probably be good. i mean, i made it, technically.         "        

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : LEVEL 07, THE COMMON ROOM'S KITCHEN.

[pandorasratio]

It wasn't easy to impress Ratio. He had seen a lot of crazy shit during his time working as a detective and an espionage agent. Both jobs required him to partner up with a variety of people, most of whom were egocentric, overrated idiots. Agent Surge, however, was different from anyone he had ever met.

It was fascinating to watch how the brain of the sloth agent worked. The gears in his head always spinning, creating multiple scenarios, analyzing the best course of action, calculating the probabilities of success. Or so Ratio imagined. While he was confident in his own leadership style, he still felt that he could learn a thing or two from Surge.

“ I was told you were back. Totally not offended you didn't look for me, ” he teased, his lips tilting to one side. “ I brought you this. Not that you deserve it. ”

The cup of coffee was raised like a trophy before it was placed in front of Surge. Ratio flopped down next to the sloth agent and took one of the dossiers to study it.

LEVEL 07 - Common Rooms

Whether it was done out of compassion, or an inflated sense of ego, Eliong takes his role as a strategist extremely seriously. Of course, there was the matter of the agent having a tendency of viewing his missions like an even more complicated game of chess, but he loved to win. And fortunately, Surge had the track record to prove his skills.

Although, after the series of events that have been unfolding recently, Surge has been somewhat on edge lately. Leaving the sloth agent to reexamine personal dossiers of previous missions that he was in charge of. Ensuring himself that he didn't miss any crucial details or patterns he did not recognize initially. Eliong sat in the common room, a fat stack of folders in front of him and a concerned look on his face. Something that completely unlike his usual cool and superior attitude that he carried.

With his eyes still glued to the documents, Eliong called out to the man who was looming over him. "You must really have something interesting to tell me if you're choosing to interrupt me." The man always explained this ability to sense people around him as a sixth sense, but really, he could sense the currents within their systems. He just chose to not disclose this.

[pandorasratio]

Aldis Hodge in The Invisible Man (2020)

[pandorasratio]

ray  pittman  is  a  neutral  good  agent  of  pandora  selected  for  his  sharp  deductive  mind  and  adaptability  in  high-pressure  situations  honed  over  nearly  two  decades  working  as  a  homicide  detective  for  the  los  angeles  police  department  and  underwent  the  top-secret  mutation  process.  to  the  rest  of  the  world,  the  forty - two  year  old  originally  from  jacksonville, north carolina  is  deceased  or  missing.  however,  in  atlantis,  they  are  now  known  as  ratio  of  greed  after  developing  the  ability  to  manipulate  the  size  of  anything  and  everything,  enlarging  or  shrinking  it  while  maintaining  its  original  proportions. the  agent  has  been  with  pandora  for  eight  years  and  is  trusted  for  being  fiercely  loyal  &  confident,  but  once  reprimanded  for  being  stubborn  at  times  &  impatient.

THE BASICS.

NAME： travis ray pittman. CALLSIGN： ratio. GENDER： male. uses he / him / his pronouns. BORN： monday, september 20th, 1982. in jacksonville, north carolina. HEIGHT： 6 ft ( 183 cm ). WEIGHT： 200 lbs ( 91 kg ). EYES： brown. HAIR： black.

PROJECT PANDORA.

ray pittman spent much of his childhood moving from state to state due to his parents' military careers. the constant relocations made forming and maintaining relationships challenging, but it forced ray to become highly adaptable. 

in his early twenties, pittman joined the los angeles police department and quickly rose through the ranks. bold and incredibly intuitive, he gained a reputation for his exceptional investigative skills, solving high-profile cases before the age of thirty. driven by a strong moral compass, he ultimately chose to leave behind his promising career to join project pandora, convinced that he could make a greater impact on a larger scale.

known as agent ratio of the greed division, he has worked for the secret organization for eight years. the operative has demonstrated expertise in vehicular operations, perception, and insight. additionally, the seasoned investigator is proficient in close combat, marksmanship, intimidation, investigation, cryptograms, and codebreaking. however, more training is required in sleight of hand, biochemistry, and medicine for his substandard performance in those areas.

after undergoing the mutation process, ray gained the power to resize matter at will, maintaining an object's original proportions while altering its scale. his power extends to both inanimate objects and living beings, including himself. initially, his ability was limited to halving or doubling a target’s size, but after years of intense training, he can now shrink objects down to a tenth of their original size or enlarge them up to ten times their normal dimensions. 

when ratio shrinks himself, he retains his full human-size strength and gains increased speed. conversely, he gains increased strength and durability but becomes slower when enlarged. while he can resize other living beings, doing so is mentally taxing and may trigger a temporary cooldown of his ability.