Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 6:22:59 GMT -5
Name: Mackenzie O' Donnell
Alias: Buster Mac
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman
Height: 5 ft 8 in
Weight: 132 lb
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Grey
Appearance:
So this kid isn't the tallest guy around by any means, and he definitely isn't the darkest. Look at that skin, it's like a shade of white on rice, mixing with a blizzard. Harder to find than a needle in a haystack you say? That's the truth. Along with that he has those dark gray eyes and hair, which looks awesome slicked back and is one of the experiences he likes because it reminds him of his time with Jessica so he keeps it awesome constantly combing it despite not being the most badass fashion guy around.
So what's next for him but his clothes. Again nothing too flashy, just a black gakuren type shirt with long sleeves, with a red shirt underneath. Some white shorts to clash with that black and red color would make anyone with a great fashion sense wish to slap him into another decade, though the black stripes are a nice touch... Dare them to try, though. At least he wears some color yet plain, red sports shoes which are actually more tattered than they appear, but that's what happens when a guy is constantly traveling around with wear and tear being his middle name. But no worries, he'll try to buy the same pair before I start to roleplay with them. Daddy need's a new pair of shoes, to be sure.
Personality:
This kid can be majorly rowdy, he loves a good brawl and hates to be wherever a good brawl can't be as he considers it boring. One could call him hyperactive, as he definitely has a more wild than calm side always looking for the next big thing to do. Enjoying the company of people, he can instantly call someone a friend if he sees that they are good at heart or do such a good thing for others. He can be selfish, not thinking of what others wish above what he wants, which can leave a sour taste in the mouths of teammates and friends alike, rarely showing a sad side unless he is hit very hard emotionally. This guy definitely isn't leader material, showing a great deal of irresponsibility out on the battlefield. He thinks and acts on himself, never thinking of what may happen if he does perform those actions, preferring to take on whatever challenges come to him, head-on and by himself. The same can almost be said for leaders of him, he isn't one to completely listen, doesn't like having to sit still and follow plans, and doesn't take many situations seriously making him a pain in the ass to deal with, instead he's usually looking for the best way to tackle situations without needing someone else to fight with him, he's edgy, straight forward and confident in his skills as a fighter, alone. He gets bored easily when things aren't going the way he wishes, and will even talk down to people who bore him, or even do some sort of action to speed up the process instead. He is more likely to have fun then he is to do anything serious, which makes him happy-go-lucky, and somewhat lazy to "work".
Awkwardly stupid, or again naive, he isn't very good at puzzles though can be a deep thinking when he wishes to be. The added fact that he hates math above all else, as well as strategy in any case makes him the least likely to have a plan when doing something. Thanks to his fighting skills and physical aptitude, he likes to do things quickly, and with lots of "flare" mixed into it. Showing off has become something of a hobby of his, but only when he doesn't think something is serious which shows a deep fun side. He is rarely very serious, not easy to anger, and isn't one to be angered by insults about his person. His lack of intellect and skill at anything else, results in him considering himself only capable of fighting and manual labor.
His interest in fighting is such that he wishes to be the strongest fighter he can, because he wishes to. He rarely understands relationships above friendships or blood, which means his love life is something of a hassle for those who may be interested. But that doesn't mean he won't protect everyone all the same. Boundless enthusiasm, he doesn't like to sit down and think rationally because life is too short and because of that, whenever he can, he will always go on his next adventure raring and waiting to go. Though not easily angered as told before, don't be an oppressive or manipulative evil bastard to those you consider friends, or else, he will give you a good beating.
He is pretty good with kids maybe because of his own childishness. He can be an absolute stubborn mess both outside and inside battle. Some even call him hot-blooded when the excitement really gets going as he actually becomes more focused at the peak of a good fight. His instincts are also great, having to fight through all the hardship he has, and learn as he went has made him great at understanding what's going on around him, and the dangers that aren't easily seen around the corner. He can't read very well, nothing more than basic words and sentences as he only learned to talk from observation.
Fighting Style:
The best way to describe the little munchkin's fighting style is that it's street-boxing with a hint of brawling in it. He does what he does instinctively, without worrying about all that stuff like planning and non-sense, he won't stop to think about how to hit someone, if he needs to kick them to win he will, a low blow isn't something he won't stop either just because it's there for him to do. Even better, he has no problem hitting women, though he will pass when children are involved showing a greater thought in hesitation and even sweating.
Now on to his specialty. Speed. Well of course, when you're only five foot nothing, you have to specialize in the ability to take out opponents quickly. So that speed advantage, it's in how he moves, how he takes advantage of his opponents. Stated before, he isn't someone who thinks about it, he just does it and if it works out fine. With a bit of nice jabs, some quick rapidly assorted straight punches and a devilish grin on that face, he'll take you down with a kick in the balls and then an uppercut for your troubles and should he need to a kick to the legs followed by a gut punch. Simple, yeah?
Strengths:
His greatest strength is his earnest nature. I mean sure he can be a real pain in the ass to fight, but outside of a fight he can be one of the nicer guys around to the point of naivety. He takes to fights by way of giving his all no matter the opponent and doesn't lament on his opponent's strength because that's where true weakness lies. He moves on, plain and simple. He can be a forward and even deep thinker sometimes, though never deep enough to crack open a damned book, barely knowing how to say larger words.
Battle is something he takes seriously, he thoroughly trains himself daily with his techniques not just half-asses so he has the grit part down. But what about that speed though, thanks to his lighter weight his ability to move around the battlefield is something, his punches are sharp too. Up down and left and right he doesn't care where he needs to attack so long as he can take his opponent down before they can do the same to him.
His scrawny appearance really lies about his physical strength too, their is some strength in those fists alright despite his size. His capacity to knock someone out still stays right there with him as well as develops him to be something akin to a pint-sized powerhouse. Big guys? Who cares. He'll punch them out as they talk about how lame a midget like he is because he doesn't give a rats-ass.
Weaknesses:
Stupidity incarnate. I don't even know if that's the right word for it but the guy just doesn't have a knack for learning. He's too simple, he is a forward thinker and he always does what he considers the best course of action which is usually brute force. He doesn't listen to people very clearly and has a hard time letting go of the thoughts in his head, especially if someone is strong enough that he could get the chance to fight against them. Why does he wish to fight so much? Because he has a lot of pride in his freedoms, and his freedoms entail him that to be the most free of anything, you have to be the king in whatever you want to specialize i.e.: fighting!
Along with his stupidity comes that scrawny little body. He can't take much of a damn hit, and it hurts like hell for him to take hits from big behemoths who focus on using their exceptional physical power to knock out their enemies so look for him being more evasive than stupid in that sense. He may be fast, he may even be strong, but he's not a tank, and thanks to this small body, he never will be.
History:
Don't you get tired of the stories. The kid is bad because he lives in an abusive home, he's a delinquent because his parents are bad, he just doesn't have the proper guidance. Well keep being tired because it's true. Mackenzie lived in a home that wasn't bad because of his parents, more I should say because of his parent. His father, who left some gambling debts up to his mother and got himself killed, his mother who was both a singer and a waitress had to take care of Mackenzie and herself, and what do you know. Prostitution starts, she dies from a venereal disease and Mackenzie is all alone at age 8. Good, huh?
So there's this orphanage that takes the little guy in. Nice place, too bad because of his size and the "lame" aura represented around him, he was picked on by kids who had also lost something. So he needed to learn how to fight, but was considered a scrawny little bastard and thus kept getting his ass kicked only being saved by the girls of the orphanage who told the caregiver to the children who didn't stop. Sound better?
Angered at his weakness in life, the kid didn't want to just give up though, so he started trying to practice karate that he saw on television, and what do you know, god shone on him because... oh wait, it didn't work. So he still got his ass kicked. Because of his practice of those same weak-ass imitation martial arts it just made it more funny when the boys had often mocked him and called him names like "Dumb-ass Karate". So he just stopped trying, what could he do against those guys. Well I'll tell you what he did, because two years later, after being picked on all the time. He finally saw it, it didn't come to him quickly as he'd hoped but it was a spark.
A badass bouncing suit-guy, literally kicking these guys ass with some awesome footwork, and what was that footwork? Yeah, you guessed it, bouncing. And as he saw the guy dance, he was never as dazzled by anything as much as that guy and his badass qualities. This happened while he was walking home from school by the way, and you could guess that it was a pretty bad neighborhood. So what happened was the kid started to imitate him, Mackenzie finally found something cool and effective to use because unlike that weak ass karate imitation he practiced, boxing could be imitated. The guy saw this, and decided to teach him one thing, and that was how to punch properly, a one-two combination. After practicing it a bit, those three guys that had always messed with him, were watching as he practiced. Everyday after school, morning til night whenever he got the chance. There was that footwork and the strength which he got from the memory in his thoughts of how the guy moved, it was vivid an inspiration which drove him. those guys said that it would be the final straw for him that they'd kick his ass and make sure he didn't have that final straw.
So with that they came up to him, they had surrounded him during the walk from school and started to attack him. Since he'd never actually fought using what he practiced, yep you guessed again, two points for you. He couldn't fight properly. But as he thought back to it, as it set a course for his thoughts he came back with a solution to that problem. He stopped being afraid, and his soul was set ablaze. WHAT PASSION! Suddenly he had gotten better, anticipating their moves and dodging them, attacking them with a rapid assortment of that same punch he learned from that suit-guy that one day. There he stood over their bodies as they were beaten and crying, and there was a teacher who was riding away from school who stopped him from finishing the leader of the group with a dangerous punch and was intending to knock him unconscious. He was suspended from school, but something in him changed...
Well, as you may have thought, he had fell upon hard times for what he did deciding that what he should do was not take shit from anyone. So he started to fight back. Damn the size, damn the weight, damn all the hypocrisy. His fists were itching, bones were thirsting to kick ass, and got into more fights, felt himself getting stronger. And with repeated offenses, he got kicked out of school and put into a juvenile correctional facility for a year.
But this wasn't so bad. Using his new found strength, and getting his ass kicked a bit. After that though, after a few months of just getting his ass kicked and kicking ass. He had been given some respect for his backbone in fighting and started to practice with the older boys, being taught how to fight better and learning a few, uh, "skills" such as dirty fighting. This also lightened him up a bit being less serious and finally getting out of the place at the age of twelve, moving to another orphanage since he was kicked out of the last one.
From then on his interest in boxing piqued to something he wanted to do because it was the only thing he thought he could do. Making a name for himself, a legend with his fists and whatever else he learned from the streets could come in handy. So he decided to immediately practice his own regimen of boxing until he got into high school at thirteen and knocked the boys out fighting the way he wished to. But they were weak, he wanted something more, something better and got into the habit of getting into more street fights. More repeated offenses? Hoho... OK then, after two years of the same shit and not learning a damn thing, it dawned on the police to send him to a "special" school. A school where bastards wouldn't take shit from him and the teachers knew how to fight just like the pros.
Welcome world, to PHS #552. The badasses motherfuckin' highschool on the planet. And here's a new player in the game who would love to meet you...
Other: Mackenzie likes his crew-cut thus keeps it shaped whenever he can. He also doesn't care about being short learning through his short life that fists did the talking, not stature.
Alias: Buster Mac
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman
Height: 5 ft 8 in
Weight: 132 lb
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Grey
So this kid isn't the tallest guy around by any means, and he definitely isn't the darkest. Look at that skin, it's like a shade of white on rice, mixing with a blizzard. Harder to find than a needle in a haystack you say? That's the truth. Along with that he has those dark gray eyes and hair, which looks awesome slicked back and is one of the experiences he likes because it reminds him of his time with Jessica so he keeps it awesome constantly combing it despite not being the most badass fashion guy around.
So what's next for him but his clothes. Again nothing too flashy, just a black gakuren type shirt with long sleeves, with a red shirt underneath. Some white shorts to clash with that black and red color would make anyone with a great fashion sense wish to slap him into another decade, though the black stripes are a nice touch... Dare them to try, though. At least he wears some color yet plain, red sports shoes which are actually more tattered than they appear, but that's what happens when a guy is constantly traveling around with wear and tear being his middle name. But no worries, he'll try to buy the same pair before I start to roleplay with them. Daddy need's a new pair of shoes, to be sure.
Personality:
This kid can be majorly rowdy, he loves a good brawl and hates to be wherever a good brawl can't be as he considers it boring. One could call him hyperactive, as he definitely has a more wild than calm side always looking for the next big thing to do. Enjoying the company of people, he can instantly call someone a friend if he sees that they are good at heart or do such a good thing for others. He can be selfish, not thinking of what others wish above what he wants, which can leave a sour taste in the mouths of teammates and friends alike, rarely showing a sad side unless he is hit very hard emotionally. This guy definitely isn't leader material, showing a great deal of irresponsibility out on the battlefield. He thinks and acts on himself, never thinking of what may happen if he does perform those actions, preferring to take on whatever challenges come to him, head-on and by himself. The same can almost be said for leaders of him, he isn't one to completely listen, doesn't like having to sit still and follow plans, and doesn't take many situations seriously making him a pain in the ass to deal with, instead he's usually looking for the best way to tackle situations without needing someone else to fight with him, he's edgy, straight forward and confident in his skills as a fighter, alone. He gets bored easily when things aren't going the way he wishes, and will even talk down to people who bore him, or even do some sort of action to speed up the process instead. He is more likely to have fun then he is to do anything serious, which makes him happy-go-lucky, and somewhat lazy to "work".
Awkwardly stupid, or again naive, he isn't very good at puzzles though can be a deep thinking when he wishes to be. The added fact that he hates math above all else, as well as strategy in any case makes him the least likely to have a plan when doing something. Thanks to his fighting skills and physical aptitude, he likes to do things quickly, and with lots of "flare" mixed into it. Showing off has become something of a hobby of his, but only when he doesn't think something is serious which shows a deep fun side. He is rarely very serious, not easy to anger, and isn't one to be angered by insults about his person. His lack of intellect and skill at anything else, results in him considering himself only capable of fighting and manual labor.
His interest in fighting is such that he wishes to be the strongest fighter he can, because he wishes to. He rarely understands relationships above friendships or blood, which means his love life is something of a hassle for those who may be interested. But that doesn't mean he won't protect everyone all the same. Boundless enthusiasm, he doesn't like to sit down and think rationally because life is too short and because of that, whenever he can, he will always go on his next adventure raring and waiting to go. Though not easily angered as told before, don't be an oppressive or manipulative evil bastard to those you consider friends, or else, he will give you a good beating.
He is pretty good with kids maybe because of his own childishness. He can be an absolute stubborn mess both outside and inside battle. Some even call him hot-blooded when the excitement really gets going as he actually becomes more focused at the peak of a good fight. His instincts are also great, having to fight through all the hardship he has, and learn as he went has made him great at understanding what's going on around him, and the dangers that aren't easily seen around the corner. He can't read very well, nothing more than basic words and sentences as he only learned to talk from observation.
Fighting Style:
The best way to describe the little munchkin's fighting style is that it's street-boxing with a hint of brawling in it. He does what he does instinctively, without worrying about all that stuff like planning and non-sense, he won't stop to think about how to hit someone, if he needs to kick them to win he will, a low blow isn't something he won't stop either just because it's there for him to do. Even better, he has no problem hitting women, though he will pass when children are involved showing a greater thought in hesitation and even sweating.
Now on to his specialty. Speed. Well of course, when you're only five foot nothing, you have to specialize in the ability to take out opponents quickly. So that speed advantage, it's in how he moves, how he takes advantage of his opponents. Stated before, he isn't someone who thinks about it, he just does it and if it works out fine. With a bit of nice jabs, some quick rapidly assorted straight punches and a devilish grin on that face, he'll take you down with a kick in the balls and then an uppercut for your troubles and should he need to a kick to the legs followed by a gut punch. Simple, yeah?
Strengths:
His greatest strength is his earnest nature. I mean sure he can be a real pain in the ass to fight, but outside of a fight he can be one of the nicer guys around to the point of naivety. He takes to fights by way of giving his all no matter the opponent and doesn't lament on his opponent's strength because that's where true weakness lies. He moves on, plain and simple. He can be a forward and even deep thinker sometimes, though never deep enough to crack open a damned book, barely knowing how to say larger words.
Battle is something he takes seriously, he thoroughly trains himself daily with his techniques not just half-asses so he has the grit part down. But what about that speed though, thanks to his lighter weight his ability to move around the battlefield is something, his punches are sharp too. Up down and left and right he doesn't care where he needs to attack so long as he can take his opponent down before they can do the same to him.
His scrawny appearance really lies about his physical strength too, their is some strength in those fists alright despite his size. His capacity to knock someone out still stays right there with him as well as develops him to be something akin to a pint-sized powerhouse. Big guys? Who cares. He'll punch them out as they talk about how lame a midget like he is because he doesn't give a rats-ass.
Weaknesses:
Stupidity incarnate. I don't even know if that's the right word for it but the guy just doesn't have a knack for learning. He's too simple, he is a forward thinker and he always does what he considers the best course of action which is usually brute force. He doesn't listen to people very clearly and has a hard time letting go of the thoughts in his head, especially if someone is strong enough that he could get the chance to fight against them. Why does he wish to fight so much? Because he has a lot of pride in his freedoms, and his freedoms entail him that to be the most free of anything, you have to be the king in whatever you want to specialize i.e.: fighting!
Along with his stupidity comes that scrawny little body. He can't take much of a damn hit, and it hurts like hell for him to take hits from big behemoths who focus on using their exceptional physical power to knock out their enemies so look for him being more evasive than stupid in that sense. He may be fast, he may even be strong, but he's not a tank, and thanks to this small body, he never will be.
History:
Don't you get tired of the stories. The kid is bad because he lives in an abusive home, he's a delinquent because his parents are bad, he just doesn't have the proper guidance. Well keep being tired because it's true. Mackenzie lived in a home that wasn't bad because of his parents, more I should say because of his parent. His father, who left some gambling debts up to his mother and got himself killed, his mother who was both a singer and a waitress had to take care of Mackenzie and herself, and what do you know. Prostitution starts, she dies from a venereal disease and Mackenzie is all alone at age 8. Good, huh?
So there's this orphanage that takes the little guy in. Nice place, too bad because of his size and the "lame" aura represented around him, he was picked on by kids who had also lost something. So he needed to learn how to fight, but was considered a scrawny little bastard and thus kept getting his ass kicked only being saved by the girls of the orphanage who told the caregiver to the children who didn't stop. Sound better?
Angered at his weakness in life, the kid didn't want to just give up though, so he started trying to practice karate that he saw on television, and what do you know, god shone on him because... oh wait, it didn't work. So he still got his ass kicked. Because of his practice of those same weak-ass imitation martial arts it just made it more funny when the boys had often mocked him and called him names like "Dumb-ass Karate". So he just stopped trying, what could he do against those guys. Well I'll tell you what he did, because two years later, after being picked on all the time. He finally saw it, it didn't come to him quickly as he'd hoped but it was a spark.
A badass bouncing suit-guy, literally kicking these guys ass with some awesome footwork, and what was that footwork? Yeah, you guessed it, bouncing. And as he saw the guy dance, he was never as dazzled by anything as much as that guy and his badass qualities. This happened while he was walking home from school by the way, and you could guess that it was a pretty bad neighborhood. So what happened was the kid started to imitate him, Mackenzie finally found something cool and effective to use because unlike that weak ass karate imitation he practiced, boxing could be imitated. The guy saw this, and decided to teach him one thing, and that was how to punch properly, a one-two combination. After practicing it a bit, those three guys that had always messed with him, were watching as he practiced. Everyday after school, morning til night whenever he got the chance. There was that footwork and the strength which he got from the memory in his thoughts of how the guy moved, it was vivid an inspiration which drove him. those guys said that it would be the final straw for him that they'd kick his ass and make sure he didn't have that final straw.
So with that they came up to him, they had surrounded him during the walk from school and started to attack him. Since he'd never actually fought using what he practiced, yep you guessed again, two points for you. He couldn't fight properly. But as he thought back to it, as it set a course for his thoughts he came back with a solution to that problem. He stopped being afraid, and his soul was set ablaze. WHAT PASSION! Suddenly he had gotten better, anticipating their moves and dodging them, attacking them with a rapid assortment of that same punch he learned from that suit-guy that one day. There he stood over their bodies as they were beaten and crying, and there was a teacher who was riding away from school who stopped him from finishing the leader of the group with a dangerous punch and was intending to knock him unconscious. He was suspended from school, but something in him changed...
Well, as you may have thought, he had fell upon hard times for what he did deciding that what he should do was not take shit from anyone. So he started to fight back. Damn the size, damn the weight, damn all the hypocrisy. His fists were itching, bones were thirsting to kick ass, and got into more fights, felt himself getting stronger. And with repeated offenses, he got kicked out of school and put into a juvenile correctional facility for a year.
But this wasn't so bad. Using his new found strength, and getting his ass kicked a bit. After that though, after a few months of just getting his ass kicked and kicking ass. He had been given some respect for his backbone in fighting and started to practice with the older boys, being taught how to fight better and learning a few, uh, "skills" such as dirty fighting. This also lightened him up a bit being less serious and finally getting out of the place at the age of twelve, moving to another orphanage since he was kicked out of the last one.
From then on his interest in boxing piqued to something he wanted to do because it was the only thing he thought he could do. Making a name for himself, a legend with his fists and whatever else he learned from the streets could come in handy. So he decided to immediately practice his own regimen of boxing until he got into high school at thirteen and knocked the boys out fighting the way he wished to. But they were weak, he wanted something more, something better and got into the habit of getting into more street fights. More repeated offenses? Hoho... OK then, after two years of the same shit and not learning a damn thing, it dawned on the police to send him to a "special" school. A school where bastards wouldn't take shit from him and the teachers knew how to fight just like the pros.
Welcome world, to PHS #552. The badasses motherfuckin' highschool on the planet. And here's a new player in the game who would love to meet you...
Other: Mackenzie likes his crew-cut thus keeps it shaped whenever he can. He also doesn't care about being short learning through his short life that fists did the talking, not stature.
