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Bon Felia Avci
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Ultimate Boxer
"If you wish for something, take it."
[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 15[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Birthday: April 21st 2001[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Gender: Male[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Nationality: Turkish[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sexual Orientation: Hertosexual [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Zodiac Sign: Taurus[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Virtues: Patient, Calculating, Curious, A good Listener, Attentive Strongly willed, Proactive [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Flaws:ill tempered, Stubborn, Brazen, Violent, Sensitive, Unfiltered, Explodes with anger [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Bon is a silent observer to most. Watching his environment and taking actions as he sees fit. However, do not take his silence for shyness or incompetency. When Bon speaks, he speaks without check. Saying whatever it is that is on his mind. No matter what comes out of his mouth, he would rather trust his own words over that of others. Unless proven wrong with something strong, he will continue to hold his stance on something. For he may be stubborn, but he does not like to be blissfully ignorant of things around him. [/BCOLOR]küçük şeytan
Ultimate Boxer
"If you wish for something, take it."
[BCOLOR=transparent]Age: 15[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Birthday: April 21st 2001[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Gender: Male[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Nationality: Turkish[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Sexual Orientation: Hertosexual [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Zodiac Sign: Taurus[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Virtues: Patient, Calculating, Curious, A good Listener, Attentive Strongly willed, Proactive [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Flaws:ill tempered, Stubborn, Brazen, Violent, Sensitive, Unfiltered, Explodes with anger [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Personality:[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Changes in plans or the environment for the worse irritate and even anger Bon, as he doesn't like when things don't go his way or just the way he thought them to be. When pushed to the limit of his anger, he will not shy away from violence when provoked. Bon is only violent through reaction, if he could avoid violence, he would rather take that route. But his anger blinds him of his sense and doesn't hold much wrong with punching the guy who just foiled a month long plan in the jaw.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Though, as much as a Bon puts up a strong front, he’s very insecure about his past. He’s especially touchy about the subject of his parents. For him, it’s the cause of a lot of anger as he has yet to come with terms with it. Bon has never been able to come to terms with the fact that they left him. His attempts to forget about them were always futile. As he would always see them as the people who created him into who he is. Did they know who he would become once he grew up? Did they not want him? Was he the ruin of their life? Why was he so angry about people who didn’t want him? These thoughts came to him. Those questions eat at him. He responds with the only thing he knows how, anger. He punches, kicks, and destroys things to alleviate the anger. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Likes: Spicy foods, when he's right, his scarf, water. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Dislikes: When he's wrong, sweet things, being treated as though he's stupid because of his age, being touched by strangers [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Fears: Intense fear of pitch black darkness.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Physical Appearance-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Height: 5'6[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Weight: 150 pounds[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Blood Type: O negative[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Clothing: Bon typically wears his white scarf, Green jacket, and some odd plain colored T-shirt. Accompanied with his dark blue jeans and brown sandals.[/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Place of Birth: Istanbul, Turkey[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Born on the early morning of April 21st, to the open blue skies and sea of Istanbul, Turkey was Bon Feila Avci. Least, that's what the sailors who found him that morning on the docks with a note attached to his tiny mobile crib reported when they dropped him off at a local orphanage.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Bon's first few years of life taught all who knew him as a tiny little hellion. The staff of the orphanage in which he resided in thought it a bit peculiar on why he was always so quiet, even when being teased about being dropped off on the docks without any inclination of who or what his parents were by the local neighborhood kids. Though, Bon never sat idly while being made fun of. He sat waiting and watching the kids. Eventually retorting with his own teasing of dirty laundry. When the teasing was sometimes out of hand, Bon would get into fights with the older kids over their malevolent words. Sometimes even winning with his sudden outburst, Taking his opponents by surprise. Bon never gloated about his victories, but it always gave him more courage whenever he was faced with someone larger than he was. The years of teasing and fighting ingrained him to never back down from a fight. Verbally or physically.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] His courage grew into cruelty, beating his opponents into bloody pools and leaving them cold on the street. It didn't take long for the authorities to catch up with Bon, but instead of hauling of him to jail, they forced him to join an after school activity in order to keep him busy and off the streets. With his small freedom of choice, he choose to go into boxing.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] It wasn’t long before Bon had caught up to Aslan, becoming tied for the best boxer in the club. The two were always training, practicing, and sparring. The boxing club was small, but no one made a greater mess than Bon and Aslan. The floors always splattered with their sweat and blood. Between the two, whenever the clashed, there were no bars held. Aslan was patient and striked hard when the time was right, but Bon would always take the aggressive approach. His swings always coming in a quick flurry while still retaining his naturally hardened strength. Bon would either become too eager and punched down quickly or Aslan would become overrun and was forced into a battle of endurance as he was berated with punches. Neither would tire easily or dare surrender from a fair match. Each one always ended in blood. The blood was never cold, never spiteful, but always warm. The arena would always roar with excitement as the two would duel. When Aslan took victory, his laughter would always fill the room, then extending his arm to his friend and peer. When Bon took his, he would just simply smile but would always extend his hand for his opponent. Something he would've never done for anyone on the street. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Eventually Bon had exceeded beyond Aslan’s teachings, but yet he yearned for a greater challenge. Not that Bon ever grew bored of Aslan’s challenges, but he wanted more. After a few months in the club, Aslan’s father, [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Gökhan, had came for a visit only to witness another brutal match between Bon and Aslan. This time, Bon had once again put Aslan on a heavy defense as he swept in with a flurry of punches. Though, Aslan had been waited and landed a clean punch straight to the jaw. Thrown back from the surprise attack, Bon quickly recovered only to pat or side step Aslan’s assault. Throwing in his own punch as his own back was pinned on the wall, which connected with his gut. In a moment of opportunity, Bon unleashed his usual furry on Aslan. Aslan Fell and Bon joined him on the floor taking a breath. Bon let out a chuckle as Aslan’s voice rose in surprise as he noticed his onlooking father. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]After their match, Gökhan was impressed with the Bon’s and Aslan’s performance. Seeing the potential for Bon and Aslan to grow as a boxer, Gökhan took Bon under his wing. Bon would accompany Aslan to his normal home practices and would further drive in the lessons during their regular boxing practice time. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] The two eventually went on to compete on a national competition after the two had won local tournaments. Bon ripped through the lower matches with his trained and hardened skills. His once aggressive nature tamed, to a point. Neither his strikes nor his willingness to strike first faltered, but like Aslan, he learned to be more patient for the one opening. Waiting for that opening or mistake to unleash hell and pummel his opponent. Even his childhood nickname stuck to him here. Despite his bloody reputation in and out of the ring, Bon still finds a sense of pride in the name. Especially when he can see the fear in his opponents. Though, finding someone lacking that fear is even more exciting. Bon was never much for being loud, but he’s inside screamed with excitement at the thought of a challenge. His feeding of the urge to fight grew and grew as he trained, even being able to stand toe to toe with Gökhan at times. It made him burst with pride. Though, he would've probably won the national tournament. Had his Urges not overtake him and he once again beat his opponent within an inch of their life. Though, had he taken just a moment to look past the bloodlust, he would of saw he was beating his best friend into the ground. Splattered his blood all over the arena floor. Maybe even cracked a few bones. Bon doesn’t remember clearly how he left his friend, but he hasn’t seen him or his father since being disqualified for using too much force in the arena. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] But his talent somehow got him noticed in a school far away. All the way in England. Estorra Academy. Feeling he needed to leave and go somewhere else until he overcame his past and improve as a boxer. One he felt would be worthy of facing his old friend again. Once again looking him in the eye and giving a smile before just before a match. It ate at him that he utterly destroyed his reputation on that stage. Bon had heard rumors of his recovery and reentry back into the tournaments, but by then, he was already leaving for Estorra Academy. A place he felt he would come to solve his past and become a better person to one day confront his only friend in the world. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Relationships-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Family: [/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent]Gökhan Demir[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] The closest thing Bon has ever had to a father. He was Bon’s and Aslan’s mentor, but he hans’t seen him since his last fight with Aslan in the arena. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Friends: Aslan Demir[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His closest friend. It was due to the guilt and feeling of needing to improve his character that he strived to join Estorra Academy after being scouted in hopes of one day being able to reunite proudly with his friend. To say sorry for what had happened before he left. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Enemies: Majority of the neighborhood kids in his previous residence.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Miscellaneous-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Voice: Josh Grelle[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Other: His nickname is in his native tongue Turkish, It means tiny demon. He acquired the nickname for bloody fighting nature and short stature. [/BCOLOR]
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[BCOLOR=transparent]Family: [/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent]Gökhan Demir[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] The closest thing Bon has ever had to a father. He was Bon’s and Aslan’s mentor, but he hans’t seen him since his last fight with Aslan in the arena. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Friends: Aslan Demir[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]His closest friend. It was due to the guilt and feeling of needing to improve his character that he strived to join Estorra Academy after being scouted in hopes of one day being able to reunite proudly with his friend. To say sorry for what had happened before he left. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Enemies: Majority of the neighborhood kids in his previous residence.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Miscellaneous-[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Voice: Josh Grelle[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Other: His nickname is in his native tongue Turkish, It means tiny demon. He acquired the nickname for bloody fighting nature and short stature. [/BCOLOR]
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