Post by B. B. Wolf on Sept 23, 2008 21:55:59 GMT -6
Name: Magnus Johanson
Age: 34
Race: Caucasian
Description: About six foot four and somewhere around two hundred and thirty pounds, Magnus has salt and pepper hair, a good five o'clock shadow, and dark brown eyes. With hands the size of bricks, and the way he throws a punch, it's as if he was born to boxing. He's got a few tattoos, most notably a vine of thorns that starts at one wrist, wraps a good many times around his arm and shoulder, twice around his neck, and then back down the other arm. On the back of one hand is a trinity knot and on the other is a picture of the all-seeing eye within a pentacle. The left side of his face, just below his eye and down to his chin, is heavily scarred, as if he'd been sliced a few times by a knife...
Clothing: Usually sweats and a hoodie... maybe jeans if he felt like dressing up. Sneakers or an old pair of combat boots... again, depending on how much he wanted to dress up. If it's warm outside, he wears "under armor" shirts, maybe with a button up one over it.
Weapons: He has a very sturdy pocket knife, and a cane. Other than that, it would be a bad idea to get within reaching distance of him if you're on his bad side. A very bad idea.
Personality: Magnus doesn't really care what happens around him, he just wants to live with what little he has left. He might help someone out if it's an immediate thing and won't take a whole lot of time, and he doesn't mind stopping to chat with friends.
History: Magnus, Maggie to his friends (friends only), was just like any other kid. He made mediocre grades, graduated high school, spent a semester or two at college before deciding it wasn't for him. It seemed the only real constant in his life was boxing. He started as soon as he could, and didn't think he'd ever stop. That was until he fell in with some bad types. They broke his knee after a match one night and left him stranded. It was two hours before anyone noticed him, and about another hour before the ambulance got there. Long story short, he wouldn't be able to jump around in the ring anymore, and he'd have a cane for a long time. From time to time he still carries the cane, but he doesn't really need it. He just keeps it for cold weather and tired days. He still limps, but he's able to move a lot better now. His parents passed away, his brothers and sister moved off to Neverland, and he stayed in Chicago. He managed enough odd-jobs to keep the rent going on his apartment (although he still had a good bit of money left over from his own inheritance) and he volunteered at the local gym to help teach boxing... afternoon and evening classes only.
Powers: When he wakes up he's a veritable juggernaut, plowing his way from the bed to the kitchen at the speed of smell. And never underestimate the power of two cans of chili with beans...
Abilities: Legendary boxing skills, he was said to be able to take out some of the best with a single hit, even after being mauled for the first few rounds.
Weakness: He's human, so none of this mystic, cold-fusion, mumbo-jumbo that everyone else is on about these days. He loves a good beer (Guinness please), chinese takeout, and he loves his smokes.
Age: 34
Race: Caucasian
Description: About six foot four and somewhere around two hundred and thirty pounds, Magnus has salt and pepper hair, a good five o'clock shadow, and dark brown eyes. With hands the size of bricks, and the way he throws a punch, it's as if he was born to boxing. He's got a few tattoos, most notably a vine of thorns that starts at one wrist, wraps a good many times around his arm and shoulder, twice around his neck, and then back down the other arm. On the back of one hand is a trinity knot and on the other is a picture of the all-seeing eye within a pentacle. The left side of his face, just below his eye and down to his chin, is heavily scarred, as if he'd been sliced a few times by a knife...
Clothing: Usually sweats and a hoodie... maybe jeans if he felt like dressing up. Sneakers or an old pair of combat boots... again, depending on how much he wanted to dress up. If it's warm outside, he wears "under armor" shirts, maybe with a button up one over it.
Weapons: He has a very sturdy pocket knife, and a cane. Other than that, it would be a bad idea to get within reaching distance of him if you're on his bad side. A very bad idea.
Personality: Magnus doesn't really care what happens around him, he just wants to live with what little he has left. He might help someone out if it's an immediate thing and won't take a whole lot of time, and he doesn't mind stopping to chat with friends.
History: Magnus, Maggie to his friends (friends only), was just like any other kid. He made mediocre grades, graduated high school, spent a semester or two at college before deciding it wasn't for him. It seemed the only real constant in his life was boxing. He started as soon as he could, and didn't think he'd ever stop. That was until he fell in with some bad types. They broke his knee after a match one night and left him stranded. It was two hours before anyone noticed him, and about another hour before the ambulance got there. Long story short, he wouldn't be able to jump around in the ring anymore, and he'd have a cane for a long time. From time to time he still carries the cane, but he doesn't really need it. He just keeps it for cold weather and tired days. He still limps, but he's able to move a lot better now. His parents passed away, his brothers and sister moved off to Neverland, and he stayed in Chicago. He managed enough odd-jobs to keep the rent going on his apartment (although he still had a good bit of money left over from his own inheritance) and he volunteered at the local gym to help teach boxing... afternoon and evening classes only.
Powers: When he wakes up he's a veritable juggernaut, plowing his way from the bed to the kitchen at the speed of smell. And never underestimate the power of two cans of chili with beans...
Abilities: Legendary boxing skills, he was said to be able to take out some of the best with a single hit, even after being mauled for the first few rounds.
Weakness: He's human, so none of this mystic, cold-fusion, mumbo-jumbo that everyone else is on about these days. He loves a good beer (Guinness please), chinese takeout, and he loves his smokes.
