Name: Tane Kooper
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Face Claim: Unknown
Personality: In terms of outward appearances, Tane is a very calm and caring individual. He's kind and he's polite, gracious, and well-mannered. Whether he's actually as kind as he seems or if it's just an act like he's putting on a play though, that's up in the air. Sometimes he acts just a little
too kind, too cordial, too respectful. If there ever needed to be some good examples of what it's like to be killed with kindness, Tane sure would be a prime take. He hardly ever loses his temper in front of another and doesn't seem all that easily insulted nor offended. He can smile through even the more vicious remarks tossed his way.
Of course, what it seems like on the outside isn't always necessarily what's really going on inside. At times, his anger gets too great and there's a drive for violence. While he's usually good at controlling it, sometimes he has to release it, unleash it, and go crazy for a night or two. After all, it's probably not good to keep all that anger bottled up forever.
In private, he's a lot of a self-loather. He tends to hate himself when there's no one around to see it, hating how enraged he can get. Even if he can suppress it most days, he always has to let it out sooner or later. He calls his anger his "Blight", considering it more of a curse than anything else.
Background: When he was much younger, only a child, Tane had a terrible temper. He would lose it at the drop of a hat and could lash out and hurt himself or others far too frequently. A childhood of therapy barely helped. He was always a problem child of sorts. With the temper he had, he spent a lot of time getting into fights, a few of which that ended with broken bones. His parents never truly knew what to do with him. They tried love and coaxing, trying to calm his fiery soul. When that didn't work, they tried more discipline, but the going was always rough. His life remained troubled and his schooling suffered, his social life suffering even more. Spending most of his time alone, having few friends, it taught him how to embrace solitude and to enjoy just being alone in the silence.
It wasn't until Tane was much older that he began to calm down. A little. He discovered meditation and reflection. Through the art of meditation, he learned how to suppress violent tendencies. He learned how to hold back, how to reign in his temper, and how to keep himself calm in most any situation.
When he was in need of proper outlets, he took up running and working out. When he needed something more, he took to target shooting and sport hunting. Finally, when clay pigeons and targets weren't quite doing it for him anymore, he discovered street fighting. Hopping around from venue to possibly illegal venue, being able to
actually let his fists and feet make hard contact with another body was a thrill he just couldn't get enough of. He still practiced meditation and forced kindness to keep from lashing out outside the ring, but he sure did love hitting people
in the ring.
He had never expected nor anticipated anyone taking notice of such a miserable person like himself. Honestly he expected to eventually get injured and unable to continue any longer, or even to be arrested, killed, he didn't know, didn't care. A chance encounter at a match asked if he wanted to put his boundless energy and prowess for, well, violence and fighting to a better purpose, and he took it. Street fighting had its downsides and even it could get old, too, after all. He found himself being put through a series of trials to prove he was cut out for this, that he could be reliable, useful. He did everything in his power to prove his worth, desperate for that new outlet and a new place to belong.
Our first mission awaits.
