Name: Peter Slade
Age: 20
Description: Peter stands at a strong 6’1” tall. His eyes are a sharp, almost sinister grey and he has a rather imposing figure. He’s spent most of his young life focused on exercise and fitness, so his muscle is visible (though he doesn’t work until he’s rippling with too much of it). He took up MMA when he was fifteen, finding it to be one of the best outlets possible, so his figure is fairly lean. Peter’s jaw is often strongly set and there’s just something about his gaze… Something almost bloodthirsty… His hair is short, falling about an inch below the top of his forehead, and coloured in almost black. There’s a crick in his nose where it was broken once, in one of his earliest fights. A light, scruffy stubble runs over his face, under his chin, and over his lip. It has a sort of scratchy quality to it, but no matter how long he leaves it alone, it doesn’t grow out any more than just scruff.
Personality: Pete can be kind of a… well, to be frank, a douche. He’s very arrogant and thinks very highly of himself and his abilities to the point beyond mere self-confidence. He’s also fairly close-minded, believing any idea that isn’t his, is most likely wrong. He refuses to admit when he is wrong, as well. The boy also has violent tendencies, suffering from what some believe to be bipolar disorder. He has outbursts and is always looking for a fight, but at times he can be very charming and charismatic. Everything is a contest, be it by strength or speed or what have you, he’s determined to be the best. Playing off his insecurities and his pride is probably the best way to get a roundhouse kick to your face, an elbow to the temple, or a knee in the diaphragm. He isn’t afraid to the throw the first punch, and he certainly makes sure that he’s the last.
Greek God: Ares
Trait: Physical prowess – Peter is strong and fast. He has astounding reflexes and a mind that is warped into craving war and violence. He absolutely loves adrenaline and the power it instills in him. When he was young, his mother had issues controlling him, raising him on her own. He had so much energy, but no discipline, no matter what she did. She tried physical discipline (not beating him, but like negative reinforcement), but it didn’t help. Nothing she did could, she tried getting him into sports. He actually enjoyed soccer for a while, then football, but when he was eleven, it wasn’t enough, it was physical and violent, but it wasn’t really a challenge in that aspect. She put him in Kenp-o Karate and he fell in love with the entire thing. However, he’d started to watch MMA on television, and loved the way that it fused several different fighting styles. He picked it up to go with his Kenpo, having dropped football, when he was fifteen. He was rising quickly and at seventeen he was a great fighter, and a black belt in Kenpo. He spent the last couple of years expanding his ability to weapons, having learned first how to use tonfas, and then Kamas.
Background: Peter was born in Chicago, Illinois, a city where you either learned how to fight, or you lived in a nicer part of town. His mother couldn't afford to live anywhere else, not alone. The boy came out of the womb kicking and screaming, loudly too. He wasn't the easiest to carry around for all those months, either, but the woman never regretted it. She knew it would be difficult raising him, that having any other children would make it difficult. When he was five, she started trying out different sports, trying to avoid anything with physical contact (to avoid unlocking that side of him), but it was no use, he kept pestering her for something like football. So, she obliged, and flipped completely, finding anything she could to get that energy out of him when he was about nine. At eleven, she put him in Kenpo, and he fell in love, his enthusiasm was great. When he was thirteen, he started to have mood swings... The woman loved that boy with all her heart, but... the day that he had a violent moodswing, in public, and she slapped his hand was the same day that he struck her back, back-handed her across the face. At first, she was appalled, she even started to cry, but she knew that there was something wrong... By this point, she'd been dating a Marine for about a year, and the man absolutely loved Peter. He could relate to the boy, who had moodswings, but he'd managed to control his own, fix his issues through therapy and a lot of work before joining the Corps. He helped Peter find the help he needed and even married his mom a few months later.
At this point, things seemed good, Peter was improving, getting healthier... When he was fourteen, however, things went back, he relapsed for whatever reason. He went absolutely ballistic, and the therapist couldn't help calm him down, he refused to take any kind of medication, as he swore that it didn't help. The therapist was running out of options, so she prescribed something that was a little unorthodox, but not unheard of: A dog. A puppy to bring into the home and for the boy to take care of, under supervision of course, something to give him unconditional love. He picked out the puppy, a German Shepherd/Malamute mix, and after discussing names with his mom and step-dad, they settled on "Adonis." Peter never laid a violent finger on the puppy, but his mood swings did become a little bit stronger. Despite the fact that his marital arts were a semi-violent activity, the therapist did recommend another activity to be taken up, just to help him get more frustration out. He was fifteen and his mother told him he could pick anything. She didn't know that her husband had suggested MMA to the boy in private, but that was his choice, and they let him. The family moved into a nicer neighbourhood outside of the city when Derrik, the Marine, didn't re-enlist in Active Duty, he became a Marine in the Reserves and found a job on the police force as a member of the S.W.A.T. team. However, with Peter's inability to control his tendencies, his craving for each fight and his argumentative attitude, the therapist allowed his dog, who was still only a few years old, to become a service dog. He was sent to training while Peter was in school, learning how to detect mood swings and his shifts in personality. He could even fetch medication. When Peter was put on slightly stronger meds, his mother also recommended (with his consent to the idea) that he start carrying around a sling (a backpack that has a single strap that goes over the chest) that had his meds and anything else in it he needed. Inside was an extendable leash, his medication (in a bag), a folder with his psychological information, his prescription marijuana, and a couple of Adonis' toys. (Note: I'd rather not completely limit the contents of the bag to this, but those are the most important things.)
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