Post by Simon Campbell on Dec 23, 2007 19:49:39 GMT -5
Simon Campbell
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Weight: 194lbs.
Height: 6'2"
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Irish - Italian
Hair:n
Dark brown, messy hair that hangs down to the base of his neck. Rarely kept neat, as he could care less about his look. Most of the time he wears a dark gray cloth bandanna to help keep the hair from his face.
Eye color:
Dark brown.
Appearance:
Simon has a rather messy appearance. He doesn't really care to groom himself all that much. Most of his cloths will seem rather old and raggedy. Many shirts have holes, either from ripping on something, or burns from cigarettes. He'll wear plain tight-fit t-shirts most of the time, though occasionally you'll see him wearing a tank top or a hooded sweatshirt, depending on the weather. Pants usually come in the same shape as his shirts. Torn here and there, worn and faded. Jeans are what he's accustomed too, but he does have a few pairs of khakis. And upon his feet, he'll wear a simple pair of worn steel-toed work boots.
Physically Simon is in good shape. His body is slightly bulkier then the average person, due to his unlawful activities and the many workout sessions he gets when he works and when he roams the streets. He is Six feet tall, and his body fits well. Long, strong legs. His biceps are relatively large, though he doesn't concentrate on building them. He has a rather hard look about him overall. Stubbles of hair will usually adorn his chin area, as he can get quite annoyed of shaving. And he'll usually let it grow until it really starts to bother him. He doesn't care to keep it neat. He has his share of scars. A most are hardly visible, but there are two on his stomach that stick out, from when he had been stabbed.
Personality:
Simon grew up without much love in his life. So you could say that over his 17 years of living, he had grown colder and colder as each day passed. He cares about no one really. Not even his mother. Growing up on the streets also taught him that he couldn't really place his trust into anyone, because they usually betrayed that trust. If you were to have a conversation with him, it would probably be pretty one-sided, as he doesn't really like talking to people he doesn't know, which easily explains his lack of friends. He doesn't really like to get too personal with anyone. His own mother barely knows anything about him, nor does he plan to let her learn anything. He hates his mother for the way she treats herself, and others. He has a very strong dislike of alcohol, as his mother had drowned herself in it when he was a child, and she still does it to this day. Growing up he believed all he had in this world was himself. And he learned to take care of things in whatever way he had too.
He's got a strong will, and if he wants something to happen, then it will happen no matter what it takes. Simon has many different habits. Some healthy, others not so healthy. Occasionally he'll do drugs, mainly marijuana, but he's tried harder stuff before. Most of the time he'll just smoke cigarettes though, as he doesn't really like the idea of getting high when he is suppose to be selling those said drugs. Yes, he is a drug dealer. With that said, he can be patient when he knows he needs to. But occasionally he'll find it hard to contain himself when something goes unplanned. He isn't one to run away unless there is absolutely no other way to go about things. He's got a fighting spirit, and if you throw a punch he's sure to throw one back twice as hard. He doesn't like to take shit from anyone, and if he start to annoy him, or try to boss him around more then once, you may find yourself laid out on the ground.
History:
Simon did not have much growing up. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and a family that bought him everything, or even cared from him. His father, Jarred, killed himself before Simon was born, and from thee things just got worse. After his mother gave birth, she had almost put him up for adoption, believing that she wouldn't be able to take care of him, or give him a good life. And she was right. Unfortunately for Simon, his mother ended up deciding against adoption, and instead decided to move into her mother's house once again. Thats when she really started to drink. Not only did she drink, she did drugs. So for the most part, Simon was raised by his grandmother, who wasn't a very kind woman. In fact, when she got mad at Simon's mother, she usually took it out of Simon, mentally and physically.
It was when he turned 13, that he started to get into trouble. His grandmother took off, leaving all her possessions with Simon and his mother. While Simon didn't exactly like his grandmother, he viewed her as way more responsible, and able to provide from him when he couldn't do it himself. Her leaving only caused him to close communication with his mother because he believed it was her fault that his grandmother had fled. While he attended school, he wasn't intent on doing the best he could. He didn't care about his academics. He just knew he had to graduate from some hope for himself in the future. But school was pretty tough on Simon. He wasn't that large when he was younger, and the fact that he was usually always scrubby looking, and worn tattered cloths made him a target for the larger, more capable bullies. Again only making him hate human kind even more.
As the years passed though, he grew and so did his awareness that he needed to take care of himself in this world. And that he really, really couldn't depend on others, because they would only desert him in the end. With his newly gained size, and the strength he was building from working out. He started to make a name for himself. Fighting and beating just about anyone that dared to try and make fun of him, or pick on him in any way. Inevitably, this path he chose to create took him across a rather shaky bridge. Soon enough, he had beat up the wrong person, and thats when the gang troubles started to spring up. He found himself jumped multiple times, lucky to be left alive. And after one of the many attacks, he decided that he wasn't going to be able to protect himself alone. It was then that he sought out a gang to call his own.
If there was one person he had grew to like in the world, it was the only person who had really managed to kick the shit out of Simon. He didn't exactly know WHY he liked him. He just did. And that person's name was 'Brick'. At least that was the name Simon knew him as. He assumed it was because of his size, and the fact that when someone was to try and take him down, it would be like trying to knock down a brick wall with your fists, at least that was Simon's experience when it came to him. 'Brick' was a member of a gang known as 'Origin'. They were one of the larger gangs in the area, and in joining with them, Simon believed that he could remain untouched, at least for awhile. So at the age of 16 Simon was part of a gang. This was when he was introduced to dealing drugs. He needed money, and it seemed like a good way to go about gaining it, and he was making bank. Sure, he had to split the dealings straight down he middle with the gang, but he didn't really acre. He was racking in about $325 dollars a night, at least.
But drug dealing wasn't the safest profession to take up. While he was part of a gang, and had gained a few more personal friends, he still had plenty of trouble. Especially when a deal went wrong. The worst of which ended with a hospital stay. He had been robbed of any drugs he had on him, costing him well over $1000 dollars, and he had received two knife wounds to the stomach to boot. That didn't really stop him though. As soon as he was out of the hospital, he was right back on the streets. Within a week he had paid back the money he owed, and had even gained a little. Though the fact that he had been so close to dying, worried him. The last thing he wanted to do right now was die. And so he decided that he would work till he saved up enough money, that he could get out of his house, and maybe move away from the area. When the gang heard about his plans to leave, they didn't like it much.
'Brick' came knocking on Simon's door one night. But he had no hostile intentions. Though he warned Simon that the gang had no intentions of letting him leave. And with a smile, 'Brick' told Simon that they could leave together. He had a large amount of money saved up, and he knew that Simon hated his mother, and didn't want to stay with her anymore. It was Simon's chance to leave his home behind, and he would say yes almost immediately. They only needed to find out where they wanted to head too.
'Brick' Suggested Hallen City. And Simon agreed. Simon would then go to work, pretending to be his uncle, whom lived in the city, and enrolling himself in school at Hallen High. A few days later they had moved into a rather crappy two bed-room apartment, but Simon didn't care about the shape it was in. He was happy to be away from his piece of shit mother.
And this is where his life really got interesting.
Fighting Style:
Simon has no real fighting style. He is more of a brawler, just rushing in to exchange with whomever he has to. He will fight any way needed, kicking, punching, biting, slamming. Anything. He doesn't care about the damage he received during fighting, as he usually doesn't feel it until after the fight. Not in the sense that each blow he takes doesn't hurt, but more that he doesn't care how much it hurts, as long as he manages to deal that damage back twice as hard. A lot of his fighting ends up being instinctual, but from time to time he allows himself to think.
Strengths:
He is rather built for someone his age. His muscle bulked up so that he can deal with whatever he needs to deal with. His knuckles have hardened from all the fighting he has done over the years, causing the bones to be stronger, and his punches to hurt worse. His legs are in just as good shape, allowing him to use them to damage his opponent as well. And good thing for milk, because his bones are healthy and strong.
Weaknesses:
His biggest weakness when it comes to his physical being, is that he has a problem with his left wrist. In one of his many fights, he had broke his wrist. And it had never really healed properly. That being said, he has a problem punching with his left arm. If he tries to hit someone too hard with it, not only does it hurt him more then it really hurts his opponent, it will basically disable that hand for a short period of time, or possibly break it. Another one of his down falls is that his right eye is nearly blind. His vision is quite blurry in that eye, and while he can see whats going on, it might effect him in a fight. This will most-likely cause him to watch his right side more then his left, thus leaving his left side open more often then not.