Nash Macleod was walking through the doors into the rec-center. Had a couple different areas for multiple sports, and the usual gym training equipment. Good place to get started, he figured. After all, he was here for one important goal, and that was to get his ass healthy. Nash as it was possessed the average build for a sixteen year old standing at 5,11. He had caucasian skin, short dark brown hair, and blue eyes, often wearing a simple red t-shirt and some khaki colored pants, and usually carrying a green jacket on colder days. On his feet were a pair of simple dark blue sneakers, perfect for running and jumping around. They weren't the 'hundreds of dollars' type pairs he saw in the area, especially on the basketball court. The current shoe fad was so bizarre. He walked over to a couple of dumbells that weighed around 11 pounds. He figured he'd start there. He picked up a weight for each hand, and checked how he handled them. He didn't want to start all too easily. Then again, he could just sign up for a trainer... - 200 lifts later, and two sore arms, Nash hastily scribbled his name, and headed over to an exercise bike. This was something he could do. Just as he got on though, he couldn't help but notice a girl that could have easily been passed off as an amazon warrior, off doing her own thing, as people slowly crowded around, in awe of her mighty feats. Nash was from out of town, just moved in, so he had no idea just who was getting everyone's attention.