Post by Kid Tanner on Dec 7, 2007 14:27:42 GMT -5
Name: Eric “Kid” Tanner
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: American, distant Asian, Russian, and British roots
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Weight: 160 lbs.
Height: 5 ft. 8 in.
Appearance:
Eric possesses many well-built, sinewy muscles; it looks as if he had packed as much strength as he could within his smaller frame. His upper body is solidly built, his broad shoulders and chest appearing muscular and strong. The defined six pack present on his abdomen, as well as his pectorals and other muscles share the consistency of a car tire; his legs, while not as developed as his upper body, are still well-built, but are more toned due to constant use. In place of flesh and skin on majority his left arm lays a mass of scar tissue, the result of a horrid and tragic incident. The grotesque tissue extends from his wrist to mid upper arm, with a few of the deeper scars remaining until the shoulder. Fortunately, his muscle tissue was not damaged. This limb is usually wrapped in bandages to prevent it from being seen as it is something Eric would prefer not to speak about. Aside from the aforementioned, Eric’s naturally tanned, golden skin remains unscathed. His knuckles are scarred and calloused, giving him little to no feeling on the back of his unusually large hands.
A squared jaw and chin are set upon a thick, muscular neck; not so much to look disproportioned, but enough to be a noticeable feature of Eric’s. Distinct, angular eyebrows stick out a bit over his somewhat almond-shaped eyes. The bridge of his nose remains consistent with the width of the tip; however, his nose is slightly crooked due being broken during bouts. There is a small scar on his head that extends from the centre of his forehead, strikes through his left eyebrow and ends just above his eye. The natural set of his visage gives him an expression similar to that of a scowl.
More than often Eric will wear a tracksuit over his everyday attire; the tracksuit consist of a hooded, zip-up top and loose-fitting pants that provide ease of movement; both of which are made out of polyester on the outside and contain a fleecy fabric on the inside that allow Eric’s body to breathe and to keep him comfortable during hot or cold weather. Both the top and the pants of the tracksuit are dark blue, almost black, with intricate flame designs coloured gold. The lining and interior are a lighter shade of blue. Beneath this track suit he wears t-shirts of monotonous colour, or none at all. The hood of the tracksuit is more than often pulled up, allowing the shade to obscure his face giving him an enigmatic and cryptic appearance.
Eye color:
Eric’s eyes are coloured a deep chocolate-brown; they usually have an ignorant, but complacent look to them. If one manages to dwell deeper in these deep pools they would find they burn with the silent desire for revenge. This look becomes more apparent in a fight, but is usually obscured by the intensity and violence in his eyes.
Hair:
Despite the fact that both his parents were light-haired, due to some distant Asian lineage he managed to inherit their jet black hair. His raven locks are usually neatly combed back, with a few of the shorter strands strewn about his forehead in a nondescript pattern.
Habits:
Eric has the habit of saying “Huh” or “Eh” before and after sentences, though he doesn’t do it nearly as often as he did before he lived with his foster parents. He also has a tendency to hit large trees for extended periods of time, though he never actually seeks one out, he feels compelled to do so if one happens to cross his path.
Personality:
Even as a child wasn’t always the brightest crayon in the box, however, it became more apparent once he became interested in boxing; it was as if in place of a brain he had a boxing glove in his skull. It was all he ever thought about and his schoolwork suffered because he was distracted by boxing. If someone were to ever use somewhat advanced vocabulary when speaking to him, a blatantly perplexed look would cross his face and he would take offense to it, thinking that the person is insulting him. Being called stupid is also a sensitive spot for Eric, and he will not hesitate to hit someone who calls him or someone else so. Due to his intelligence, or lack of, he often comes off as ignorant and scatter-brained, but he means well.
Though Eric is a violent person by nature, he fails to come off as so. The saying ignorance is bliss comes to mind, as he is a pleasant person to be around as long as nothing breaches his level of comprehension. He is rather blunt and is a terrible liar, never learning the meaning of ‘beating around the bush’; this is also contributed to by Eric’s difficulty expressing how he feels. Because of this difficulty articulating his emotions, he often expresses himself physically. A very direct individual.
In stark contrast to his usual disposition, when Eric is angered or in a fight, he becomes extremely violent and seemingly elated. He absolutely loves the thrill of a fight; he practically shakes with excitement if a fight occurs and he’s involved. The feeling of pounding someone with his fists and being pounded by that same or by several other people is ecstasy to Eric. He seems like a completely different person in the midst of a fight, the emotions he fails to express coupled with violence come out in his fists.
Hobbies:
Boxing and wrestling. Eric is a member of the scholastic wrestling team, and a former competitor in amateur boxing leagues (no longer competing due to lack of trainer).
Amateur Boxing record (Super welterweight):
10-1-0 9 KO
Wrestling record:
20-5
2005 Annual Varsity Wrestling Regionals 152 lbs - Winner
2006 Annual Varsity Wrestling Regionals 160 lbs - Winner
2007 State Championship Greco-Roman Cadets 74 kg – Third Place
History:
Born of two supposedly fully-blooded Americans, it was no wonder that Eric’s father didn’t receive him well; even though he looked like a Caucasian baby, his hair and eyes said otherwise – a head full of jet black hair and dark eyes – neither of which his parents had. Needless to say, his father soon dubbed him as being illegitimate and promptly separated from his mother, telling her he didn’t want this child to tarnish his good name, causing Eric to take his mother’s name instead. For the next thirteen years of his life Eric would be without a father figure.
Eric began showing signs of a natural talent for fighting as young as the age of six. His father had been an avid boxing fan and had left behind a collection of tapes containing many matches, and he would often watch them whenever he could. Imitating the boxers he saw in the videos, he continuously shadow boxed, pretending to face an opponent and always winning by a KO victory. Feeling that shadow boxing was becoming too mundane and dull, he pleaded with his mother to buy him a punching bag, in which she hesitantly agreed. He was ecstatic when he first got the bag; he would hit it until his mother told him he had to get ready for bed or other important things like meals. Punching the sandbag bare-fisted caused the skin on his knuckles to become repeatedly torn off; something his mother scolded him for many times. Eventually his knuckles just became scarred and calloused, making it easier to hit things bare-fisted. Because Eric was still a child and didn’t know any better, he began hitting children in his primary school, something the faculty immediately paid attention to. Eric was suspended and his mother was informed, so upon his arrival home his mother tried to hit him, but he managed to avoid most of her swipes at him. Frustrated, she threatened to take his punching bag away and destroy it so he would never be able to hit it again, which instantly hit a string, and another incident at school never occurred.
At the age of nine his mother had re-married. This new man in the house was an unwelcome presence due to Eric’s primal instincts pertaining to the establishment of an alpha male dominance. He kept quiet for the most part, but when he first witnessed this man beating his mother, he lost it; he managed to get a single hit in while the man was distracted, breaking his nose, but when he was aware of Eric’s presence he grabbed him and threw him against a wall, subsequently giving him a kick in the ribs, winding him; this barely adolescent boy was no match for a fully grown man. Severely distressed by this, he began training more intensely, determined to rip the dominance out of this man’s cold, dead hands. One day, due the sandbag’s four years of wear and Eric’s rapidly increasing punching power and anger, he tore a massive rip in the leather of the bag, causing the sand to spill all over the floor. This, however, failed to dwindle Eric’s flames of rage, and he continued to practice using large trees he could find; if one would walk around the area he lived in a telltale sign that Eric had been around would be the large trees that appear as if their bark had been stripped off. Smashing his fists into trees caused the density of the bones in his hand to increase, as well as deadening the nerve endings in his hand.
A distant thought in Eric’s head had resurfaced due to his steadily growing anger; he began showing disrespect for authority and authority figures, often insulting, talking back, and committing a myriad of heinous acts. The staff, not wanting to ruin the child’s future attempted to help him by providing a youth worker for him, which didn’t alleviate the case at all. His verbal harassment of other students eventually turned physical, and when another student caught him deflating the wheels and smashing the windows of a teacher’s car, he chased him and proceeding to assault him, a simple feat for Eric due to his superior ability. The child was severely beaten and injured, and the child’s parents didn’t hesitate to press charges, and neither did the teacher whose car he trashed. Eric was arrested, taken from his home and put into a juvenile detention centre at the age of 11 on one case of assault and one case of vandalism.
During his stay at the detention centre Eric continued to train, pounding on the walls of his room whenever he could, but mainly at night until he was told by guards to stop making noise, then he would begin shadow boxing. In addition to boxing he began lifting weights, increasing his overall strength and muscle mass greatly. He was extremely capable of handling his own when a fight broke out, and even fought against guards if the need arose. One of the guards had taken an interest in Eric, noticing the potential he had to become a boxer, and he (the guard) had been an amateur boxer before he worked for the detention center. The guard had confronted Eric about teaching him and he was almost as ecstatic as he was when he first got his punching bag; everything he’s known up to that moment was self-taught, and now he was actually going to be tutored. Seven years of constant training and two years of working out, coupled with the fact that he was a growing boy going through puberty had sculpted Eric into a remarkable physical specimen by the time of his release at the age of 13.
As soon as he saw his stepfather he had threatened him with death if he ever witnessed him laying a hand on her. As if challenging him, he grabbed his mother violently by her arm and pulled a hand back to hit her, but before he could even bring his hand down Eric had broken his jaw, knocked out several teeth, broken his nose (again), fractured his eye socket and cheek, and just overall carried out a desire he had carried since the age of nine. His mother had been the one who stopped him as the man was already unconscious. He yelled at her, his words full of hatred as he spat out incoherent, curse-ridden strings of words before storming out of the house. Upon his return home, there were two police officers waiting for him along with his mom and her husband. One of the officers went up to him, stating to him the reason he was being arrested and his rights. As he was getting handcuffed he called out to his mother, “Ma, tell them why I did it! He was hurting you!” the other officer asked his mother if it was true, and she simply shook her head. Eric had never felt so betrayed before in his life, and from then on held a strong disdain toward women. Before he was taken away by the police he shot his mother a look of betrayal and hatred, spitting on the man she called husband, the last words that Eric would ever mutter to his mother were the equivalent of piercing, ice-cold knives; “Huh, I’m ashamed that I even came out of your body.”
Someone Eric didn’t know had paid for his bail, and upon his release into this man’s custody, it was made clear that the guard who had trained him had been a pupil of his, and that the guard had talked to him about Eric and convinced him that he was worth the bail. Needless to say, Eric was more than pumped to begin learning more about this sport he loved so much. Eventually, this man became his legal guardian and new father figure; he had broken him down and reconstructed him into two entities: the fighter and the young man.
Eric had already possessed excellent tools for becoming a boxer; a natural, animal-like instinct; a great physique; well-adapted fists with deadly power behind them, and most of all, the hunger for something. However, under the tutelage of this man his assets became much more refined and Eric became a savage beast in the amateur ring. Despite the fact headgear is used in amateur bouts, Eric was still capable of sending fighters diving for the canvas, barely, if even, conscious. His undefeated reign wouldn’t last forever, and one the top contenders had managed to put his streak to a halt. He studied Eric thoroughly, using his sharp mind to conjure tactics on bringing him down, and did exactly that. Repeated clinches and other tactics used to buy time worked, and the man marred Eric’s record with a loss. Aggravated that he didn’t even lose to the champion, he once again upped his training regime. During this time he also began attending high school which, much to Eric’s disappointment, didn’t have a boxing team or club, so he had joined the high school wrestling team. With this training in wrestling he began to notice a significant increase in his upper body strength and grappling ability.
During his sophomore year he was informed by the authorities that his mother had been killed and was asked questions. He answered them, albeit untruthfully; he already knew who killed her, and he wasn’t about to let the pigs get a hold of him before he did. The man that subjected his mother to domestic abuse for seven years; once he found him he would kill him with his bare hands, and nobody would be able to find the body because he was going to tear it into bits. Sure, he may have shunned her three years ago, but no matter what she was still his mother. Also, due to a tragic and questionable accident the man he viewed as a father ceased to exist, and he was sent to live with foster parents located in a place he’s never heard of before –. Hallen city.
Fighting Style:
Eric’s fighting style is predominately boxing, with the Greco-Roman wrestling he has picked up recently being meshed into his style. With over 10 years of experience in boxing, he possesses immaculate hand speed, accuracy, coordination, power, and timing, along with being equally skilled in defensive abilities including balance, bobbing and weaving, parrying, and blocking. Greco-Roman wrestling is a sport in which a competitor is forbidden to use attacks below the waist, forcing participants to have substantial upper-body strength. Standing holds, throws, and takedowns play a large part in this sport.
Strengths:
Eric’s lethal hand speed and deadly punching power make those sledgehammers he calls fists unmatched by anyone, his hands being his greatest asset. To further augment this asset, his hands are rather large and his arms are slightly long for someone of his stature. To be exact, his reach is that of someone who is three to four inches taller than he is. It is said that Eric throws shots worthy of the heavyweight division. He also possesses a monstrous amount of stamina and endurance that is required of any boxer, being able to fight for extended periods of time without taking a breath. His strength is outstanding; he is capable of grappling with and overpowering the heavier wrestlers of his team. An impressive pain threshold and granite chin makes it difficult to make Eric succumb to strikes. Because of his finely tuned instincts which are primarily subconscious, even if he loses consciousness for a moment his body will still act, fighting something completely separate from thinking for Eric.
Weaknesses:
The most glaring weakness Eric would have is that fact that he lacks the knowledge to use his whole body as a weapon. He mainly uses his legs for balance, so an attempted kick would come out awkward. Unless he is in the dominant position, Eric’s ground game is rubbish; he has a difficult time reverting from a ground-fighting position to a standing one. His nose is relatively fragile from having been broken several times. Eric’s left arm is rather stiff, making it vulnerable to joint locks and holds. He relies heavily on his instincts in a fight, causing him to act without thinking; no tactical ability at all leaves him reacting on the fly rather than noticing patterns and formulating plans in the midst of a fight.
