Violence is my gift to the world.
Wren Drake
Wren Drake
NAME: Wren Drake
FACTION: Outer Planets Alliance
RANK: #23 interplanetary Ranked Shock boxer
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: blue(one cybernetic)
HAIR: Vibrant red streaked with premature graying, medium length and swept back
SKIN: Very Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+/-] Feed off Momentum: As long as he has the forward momentum in a fight, he is very hard to stop. But if forced to work off the back foot or put on the defensive, he very quickly gets frustrated and sloppy.
[+] Boisterous Presence: Wren's confidence and general lust for life are infectious, making it very easy for him to get crowds on his side.
[+] Walks the Walk: He may talk trash constantly, but he is extremely talented as a boxer, and he trains hard constantly.
[-] Kings Fall Hardest: He does not take losing in any form, whether in the ring or an argument, well at all.
[-] Stubborn Pride: Wren finds it extremely difficult to admit, even to himself, when he is wrong, which often leads him into trouble.
APPEARANCE:
Everything about Wren 'The Cannon' Drake screams "Fighter". To the inexperienced, those that don't know shock boxing, The fact that he's a massive hulk of muscle and a mass of scars tell them that he is a warrior. To the experienced, who know appearances can deceive, it is the smaller things. The way he stands, constantly balanced, feet always spaced as if halfway in a fighting stance, the look of barely subdued violence constantly in his eyes, ready to come forth at a moment's notice, the impossibly confident set of his shoulders, as if he could, on a whim, carry a mountain. The one odd factor is the streaks of grey running through his red hair, a testament to just how hard the young man drives himself to be the best every single day.
BIOGRAPHY:
Wren Drake was born into the world of shock boxing, a world of blood and glory. He grew up watching his father box on the local circuit, watched him struggle with his mediocre talent to rise. Watched him fail, retire, and fall into a depression that he would never awaken from. When, finally, his father took his own life rather than face the reality that he simply was not good enough to achieve his ambitions, Wren wept, but he understood. Now Wren is succeeding where his father couldn't. He's on the world circuit, he's the boogeyman people are avoiding fighting, an unstoppable forward force, ripping through opponent after opponent with a berserk lust for combat that fits a beast better than a fighter, hopping from planet to planet and working for his fare to get to his matches. That is, until the ship he was hitchkiking on was blown to bits by an unknown force taking his entire corner, the only family he's had since the death of his father, with it. Now, he's out for real blood. If people don't want to play by the rules, then neither will he.
Wren Drake
NAME: Wren Drake
FACTION: Outer Planets Alliance
RANK: #23 interplanetary Ranked Shock boxer
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 200 lbs
EYES: blue(one cybernetic)
HAIR: Vibrant red streaked with premature graying, medium length and swept back
SKIN: Very Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+/-] Feed off Momentum: As long as he has the forward momentum in a fight, he is very hard to stop. But if forced to work off the back foot or put on the defensive, he very quickly gets frustrated and sloppy.
[+] Boisterous Presence: Wren's confidence and general lust for life are infectious, making it very easy for him to get crowds on his side.
[+] Walks the Walk: He may talk trash constantly, but he is extremely talented as a boxer, and he trains hard constantly.
[-] Kings Fall Hardest: He does not take losing in any form, whether in the ring or an argument, well at all.
[-] Stubborn Pride: Wren finds it extremely difficult to admit, even to himself, when he is wrong, which often leads him into trouble.
APPEARANCE:
Everything about Wren 'The Cannon' Drake screams "Fighter". To the inexperienced, those that don't know shock boxing, The fact that he's a massive hulk of muscle and a mass of scars tell them that he is a warrior. To the experienced, who know appearances can deceive, it is the smaller things. The way he stands, constantly balanced, feet always spaced as if halfway in a fighting stance, the look of barely subdued violence constantly in his eyes, ready to come forth at a moment's notice, the impossibly confident set of his shoulders, as if he could, on a whim, carry a mountain. The one odd factor is the streaks of grey running through his red hair, a testament to just how hard the young man drives himself to be the best every single day.
BIOGRAPHY:
Wren Drake was born into the world of shock boxing, a world of blood and glory. He grew up watching his father box on the local circuit, watched him struggle with his mediocre talent to rise. Watched him fail, retire, and fall into a depression that he would never awaken from. When, finally, his father took his own life rather than face the reality that he simply was not good enough to achieve his ambitions, Wren wept, but he understood. Now Wren is succeeding where his father couldn't. He's on the world circuit, he's the boogeyman people are avoiding fighting, an unstoppable forward force, ripping through opponent after opponent with a berserk lust for combat that fits a beast better than a fighter, hopping from planet to planet and working for his fare to get to his matches. That is, until the ship he was hitchkiking on was blown to bits by an unknown force taking his entire corner, the only family he's had since the death of his father, with it. Now, he's out for real blood. If people don't want to play by the rules, then neither will he.
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