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Partially cribbed from Iruka.
But she cribbed it from elsewhere.
So. Um. More details.
Physical Appearance
Personal history:
Born to certifiably insane whacko's on a hippey commune, he ran away at the age of seven after witnessing someone who may or may not have been his father (it was a commune, after all) get stabbed to death. With the handle of a broken shovel.
He got picked up by CPS, tossed into the system. Naturally tight lipped, he bounced from home to home.
At ten, a foster brother set fire to the family dog after nailing it to a tree by the paws. As if that wasn't a traumatic enough thing to see, the foster bother blamed Kisame. Kisame was called a liar when he tried to defend himself and he's always hated that more than what happened next.
And what happened next was Kisame went to juvie. Then he was back in the system. Then juvie again. At fifteen he'd had enough of that, and for the second time, ran away.
Puberty'd kicked in early for him, so it wasn't hard to get jobs that took long hours in the sun and stamina, but no serious proof of education. He did construction, gardening, even some lighter work as a pool guy.
At seventeen he was pulling a dead rat out of the filter of an apartment complex when someone asked him if he wanted to make some quick cash.
So he lied about his age on a waver and was extra in a very, very bad, very cheaply done porno.
It was easier than construction, anyway. Even if when he did make it his full time profession he learned a LOT about bondage in a hurry.
At 20 he left Los Angeles because he'd managed to save up some money, and he'd just gotten his heart broken. He lived in Arizona for a while, met someone special. Got heart broken again. Got the drunkest he'd ever been, EVER. Woke up in jail for stealing a car and spent a year in prison. Apparently trying to run over a three you wrote your sweeties initials on is illegal when it's in the middle of town.
In prison he learned how to tattoo and lift weights. Got good at it the prison way, bought a real gun when he got out. Worked in a shop for a while, got his ink done and his ears pierced.
He headed back to LA, did more porn.
Hit people for money in a professional dungeon.
But most importantly he met Iruka
And now? he's trying the whole run your own business thing.
Sidenote: He rarely drinks now, but smokes when he can. He doesn't like to lie, but he's a pro at truth bending and lying by omission.
He stays away from illegal things as best he can, because if he's withing fifty yards of any sort of shit going down, the witnesses ALWAYS remember him. ALWAYS.
But she cribbed it from elsewhere.
So. Um. More details.
Born: He's. Um. Not sure where he was born. He remembers it mostly in dreams. Mostly in bad ones. At it had to be somewhere in Cali cause he ended up in the LA foster system.
Lineage: Long history of mental health issues. But that's his educated guess. From the freckles he get's in the sun he thinks there might be some Irish in there somewhere but... The blue makes it hard to guess at any sort of ethnicity beyond 'blue!'
Languages: English. A rudimentary understanding of spanish, but he can't really speak it.
Education: GED.
Skills: Carpentry basic stuff. He know show to clean pools, garden. He can use a tattoo gun very well, almost a knack for it. He's got a very high tolerance for pain, and as a result, while he's not a technically skilled fighter, he still tends to win with sheer muscle and the ability to take serious blows and still be swinging. He can sing.
And he can act. Yes, I know, he's already an 'actor'. But he can act quite well when he needs too. Like, oh, whenever the camera's rolling. Or when he's
Sports: He likes basket ball.
EDIT: And surfing.
Lineage: Long history of mental health issues. But that's his educated guess. From the freckles he get's in the sun he thinks there might be some Irish in there somewhere but... The blue makes it hard to guess at any sort of ethnicity beyond 'blue!'
Languages: English. A rudimentary understanding of spanish, but he can't really speak it.
Education: GED.
Skills: Carpentry basic stuff. He know show to clean pools, garden. He can use a tattoo gun very well, almost a knack for it. He's got a very high tolerance for pain, and as a result, while he's not a technically skilled fighter, he still tends to win with sheer muscle and the ability to take serious blows and still be swinging. He can sing.
And he can act. Yes, I know, he's already an 'actor'. But he can act quite well when he needs too. Like, oh, whenever the camera's rolling. Or when he's
Sports: He likes basket ball.
EDIT: And surfing.
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'9" (I boosted it from the official 6'4" because he just. seems like he should be higher above average than that)
Weight: 285 lbs (because the cannon weights are... fucking anorexic, dammit! No! They are! If you fight me, I'll back down about the extra inches to his height, but I'm not making his weight different.)
Hair: Dark blue. Short. Flops over when it get's too long, but usually sticks straight up, or out an angles. Stiff feeling, very coarse, very straight.
Eyes:Black and silver. No white's to be seen.
Skin: Blue. He um. Doesn't know why. Tattoo'd solid blue before he could recall, maybe? Stained? Fed something weird? Natural freak occurrence like his eyes or teeth or height? But it's blue, and it freckles when he sunburns.
Facial Features: He's got a strong jaw, wide, slightly thick lips. Large-ish nose. He would be the first to admit that 'pretty' is not the word for him. But 'handsome' can almost work, and 'rugged' usually covers it. He looks older than he is, and usually acts the same.
Other Physical Traits: He'd built SOLID. I think the correct term is 'brick shithouse'. In prison he found out that there was something quite soothing about sitting around and moving very heavy objects up and down repeatedly, and that he seemed to be able to build muscle very well.
And since big, bulky freaks get beat up less than medium, average-ish ones...
His got straight pubic hair. All of his hair (where it can be found) is straight. He's a big guy in every sense of the word, though really he feels he's just, proportional. Uncircumcised and proportional.
Handedness: He can use both for most things but don't expect to be able to READ it if he's using his left.
Identifying marks: Well, for starters, nearly seven feet tall and BLUE. And teeth that line up too straight, too close, with sharp, look-like-they've-been-filed points. He's got some scars on his stomach from getting shoved onto broken glass. They're thin, and pink. Fine lines. He doesn't scar easily.
He's got earrings. On in each lobe. Gauged. 2 gauge, actually. Only wears plugs.
Around each biceps, and curling around his legs from outer ankle bone to hipbones, is a dark, intricate tribal tattoo. It's over a much older tattoo, that's stretched and faded.
He got the tribal ones in prison, but the older ones he's always had. Long as he can remember. The make it look like the tribal ones are sitting above smoke clouds.
Voice: He's got a deep baritone. Mellow. Rarely raises it.
He can sing. No. Really. He just, doesn't tell anyone. But he sings along with the radio in his car, and someday someone might catch him.
He's kinda concerned someone'll try to make him sing during a shoot.
Usual Clothing:
Winter: Jeans. Construction boots that have been to hell and back. Long sleeves. Never with collars, no brand names. He likes ones without anything on them but they can be amazingly hard to find.
Summer: Board shorts, cheap t-shirts, and teva's. Again, one pair, he's had them for ages.
He's got a rather, impressive collection of brightly colored boxers and jockey-shorts. Virtually no white or black ones.
He has a white cowboy hat. It's straw. And it is new, and it was a gift so don't mock it.
Weight: 285 lbs (because the cannon weights are... fucking anorexic, dammit! No! They are! If you fight me, I'll back down about the extra inches to his height, but I'm not making his weight different.)
Hair: Dark blue. Short. Flops over when it get's too long, but usually sticks straight up, or out an angles. Stiff feeling, very coarse, very straight.
Eyes:Black and silver. No white's to be seen.
Skin: Blue. He um. Doesn't know why. Tattoo'd solid blue before he could recall, maybe? Stained? Fed something weird? Natural freak occurrence like his eyes or teeth or height? But it's blue, and it freckles when he sunburns.
Facial Features: He's got a strong jaw, wide, slightly thick lips. Large-ish nose. He would be the first to admit that 'pretty' is not the word for him. But 'handsome' can almost work, and 'rugged' usually covers it. He looks older than he is, and usually acts the same.
Other Physical Traits: He'd built SOLID. I think the correct term is 'brick shithouse'. In prison he found out that there was something quite soothing about sitting around and moving very heavy objects up and down repeatedly, and that he seemed to be able to build muscle very well.
And since big, bulky freaks get beat up less than medium, average-ish ones...
His got straight pubic hair. All of his hair (where it can be found) is straight. He's a big guy in every sense of the word, though really he feels he's just, proportional. Uncircumcised and proportional.
Handedness: He can use both for most things but don't expect to be able to READ it if he's using his left.
Identifying marks: Well, for starters, nearly seven feet tall and BLUE. And teeth that line up too straight, too close, with sharp, look-like-they've-been-filed points. He's got some scars on his stomach from getting shoved onto broken glass. They're thin, and pink. Fine lines. He doesn't scar easily.
He's got earrings. On in each lobe. Gauged. 2 gauge, actually. Only wears plugs.
Around each biceps, and curling around his legs from outer ankle bone to hipbones, is a dark, intricate tribal tattoo. It's over a much older tattoo, that's stretched and faded.
He got the tribal ones in prison, but the older ones he's always had. Long as he can remember. The make it look like the tribal ones are sitting above smoke clouds.
Voice: He's got a deep baritone. Mellow. Rarely raises it.
He can sing. No. Really. He just, doesn't tell anyone. But he sings along with the radio in his car, and someday someone might catch him.
He's kinda concerned someone'll try to make him sing during a shoot.
Usual Clothing:
Winter: Jeans. Construction boots that have been to hell and back. Long sleeves. Never with collars, no brand names. He likes ones without anything on them but they can be amazingly hard to find.
Summer: Board shorts, cheap t-shirts, and teva's. Again, one pair, he's had them for ages.
He's got a rather, impressive collection of brightly colored boxers and jockey-shorts. Virtually no white or black ones.
He has a white cowboy hat. It's straw. And it is new, and it was a gift so don't mock it.
Personal history:
Born to certifiably insane whacko's on a hippey commune, he ran away at the age of seven after witnessing someone who may or may not have been his father (it was a commune, after all) get stabbed to death. With the handle of a broken shovel.
He got picked up by CPS, tossed into the system. Naturally tight lipped, he bounced from home to home.
At ten, a foster brother set fire to the family dog after nailing it to a tree by the paws. As if that wasn't a traumatic enough thing to see, the foster bother blamed Kisame. Kisame was called a liar when he tried to defend himself and he's always hated that more than what happened next.
And what happened next was Kisame went to juvie. Then he was back in the system. Then juvie again. At fifteen he'd had enough of that, and for the second time, ran away.
Puberty'd kicked in early for him, so it wasn't hard to get jobs that took long hours in the sun and stamina, but no serious proof of education. He did construction, gardening, even some lighter work as a pool guy.
At seventeen he was pulling a dead rat out of the filter of an apartment complex when someone asked him if he wanted to make some quick cash.
So he lied about his age on a waver and was extra in a very, very bad, very cheaply done porno.
It was easier than construction, anyway. Even if when he did make it his full time profession he learned a LOT about bondage in a hurry.
At 20 he left Los Angeles because he'd managed to save up some money, and he'd just gotten his heart broken. He lived in Arizona for a while, met someone special. Got heart broken again. Got the drunkest he'd ever been, EVER. Woke up in jail for stealing a car and spent a year in prison. Apparently trying to run over a three you wrote your sweeties initials on is illegal when it's in the middle of town.
In prison he learned how to tattoo and lift weights. Got good at it the prison way, bought a real gun when he got out. Worked in a shop for a while, got his ink done and his ears pierced.
He headed back to LA, did more porn.
Hit people for money in a professional dungeon.
But most importantly he met Iruka
And now? he's trying the whole run your own business thing.
Sidenote: He rarely drinks now, but smokes when he can. He doesn't like to lie, but he's a pro at truth bending and lying by omission.
He stays away from illegal things as best he can, because if he's withing fifty yards of any sort of shit going down, the witnesses ALWAYS remember him. ALWAYS.
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