(No tattoos. Grey eyes, with a few bruises/cuts around his face. Biggest one is one across his forehead. 5'10, around 140 pounds, mostly muscle.)
A little about myself:
I'm Jason. Jason Rick Holdsworth. I'm a 23 year old male boxer.
I've been called all sorts of things, such as..:
Shady – Which, to be honest, is completely true. I've stolen before, and I don't feel guilty doing so.
The Hulk- Just a word of advice: Don't make me angry. Bad things happen when you do.
Overprotective- I don't want anyone getting harmed. I will always try to keep others safe, even if it costs my life or limb.
Kindhearted- I'm the type to give up all my food rations for the day to someone who needs it.
My past is a bit foggy:
Actually, it's really foggy. I blame my years as a boxer.
I grew up with my father, who was rarely home, and when he was, he was with at least 3 women. I was rarely fed; the little I ate was his leftovers and stolen food. I slept on the moldy floor with filthy blankets, and often woke up with the sound my father's drunken rants. I was his little punching bag.
In my later teens, when I was around 16 years old I believe, my father finally was killed in a drive by shooting. He left nothing to my name, so I decided to live on the streets. Life was hard, but at least I didn't have to deal with that old man anymore. On good days strangers would gift me with money and food. On the bad, it would be storming and I would have no cover, having to lay down in my soaked clothes. It was a way of living, though. For money, I joined up on a local underground boxing rig. I was a natural; knocking out foe after foe, jumping in ranks. Unfortunately, at the age of 23, just a day before the breakout, I got hit in the head hard enough to knock me out of the game permanently.
Perks:
Fast hands- From years of boxing, my hands are extremely fast, along with good eye-hand coordination.
High Stamina- Also from the years of boxing. I can run long distances relatively quickly.
Setbacks:
Headaches- I suffer from migraines so painful I can literally do nothing but sit down and wait until it goes away or pain pills kick in.
Things I carry with me:
Notebook with 3 number 2 pencils, and 1 black pen.
A bottle of ibuprofen. 37 pills in total.
Glasses. I gotta see!
~TheSignWriter
I hope I got everything! I was very lost without a sign-up sheet lol.