Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20170826114824/@comment-27661770-20170826170208

(Name: Arnold Hawkins.

Species: Human.

Appearance (my least favorite part of an oc form): Well-built Caucasian male, with plenty of scars from bad mafia events. Storm-gray eyes, and a jawline that seems harder than diamond. When he's not in boxing gear he prefers to wear a Nirvana T-shirt and a pair of dark green cargo pants.

Biography: Arnold, son of one Jimmy Hawkins (this one unrelated to any RPs), got his name as a boxer on the outskirts of NYC, because of course. He started to punch his way up the list until he drew the eye of hte NY Mafia. And then, he'd start being their boxer. He'd throw whatever they said for him to throw and ruthlessly win whatever they told him to. Cheat? Oh, he never cheats. He might slip iron bars into his gloves off the ring, sure, but when he's told to win at all costs he wins like an honorable man. And then one day, some uppity little kid beats him when he was supposed to win. Kid's not the only one shocked, even Arnold is taken by surprise. Now, since this was one of his first fuckups he thinks he might get let off the hook just this once, but this is the Mafia we're talking about. Always prepare for your first fuckup to be your LAST. And so he's packing all his valuables and sending them off to family, just in case. And then, in the middle of putting his daddy's medals in a box, he gets shunted out of reality.

Powers/Weapons: Arnold knows how to box like a pro, and anyone who doesn't might get floored. When off the streets, those iron bars which are probably in his gloves right now have been known to injure or kill, and to dd to that he carries an M1911 in concealed carry.

Personality: Brash and bold, but he's got quite a few skeletons in his closet. Or maybe those are just bones?

Other: None.)