(Yup, I'm using Spike Spiegel because every other picture of an anime guy out there is too "bishonen").

Name: Clint Parker
Age: 35
Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Caucasian
Position: Wheelman/Vigilante

Appearance: Clint stands at 6’0 with broad shoulders and lean muscle, weighing in at 190 lbs. His hands are rough and strong from a life of working on his vehicles, but fumble with more precise work, a few of his knuckles having broken and mended improperly. His right pinkie finger is missing from the first knuckle up, leaving a rounded stump. Most of his body is a mess of scars and tattoos accumulated over time, most faded, and others very new. While some might consider scars to be attractive, few would consider those that mar Clint’s skin very appealing. Most are non-uniform splashes of rough flesh from burns or road rash, but a few, like the two that dig into his cheek, have been acquired through other means. Where there are no scars, Parker has filled his skin with large tattoos, ranging from Japanese-esque murals to simple, sprawling designs, none with any deep meaning.

History: Clint Parker never really had much of a chance at a normal life. His mother, Charlize, was a young woman who left her home in search of fame as a showgirl in Las Vegas. The naive girl was quickly seduced by a young man with a passion for cars, who later came to be Clint’s father. The man left Charlize, never knowing she was pregnant, forcing her to bear the full burden of an infant son with no means of an income and no family in Vegas. Without any other option, Clint’s mother resorted to prostitution in order to feed her child, often neglecting her own health for his. Much to Charlize’s disappointment, Parker slid through school with few interests, barely passing his classes. He deeply yearned to know his father’s identity, but was only told that his dad’s hobby was working on vehicles.

Seeking a connection to his absent father, Clint took this to the extreme, revolving his whole world around engines. From a young age, he worked in a ratty mechanic’s shop, absorbing everything he could about the rugged vehicles that came into the garage. When he turned 16, his first action was to purchase a beat-up motorcycle, which he rode constantly with fervent zeal. Clint also frequented the Church of the Latter-Day Saints with his mom from a young age, and the two were accepted graciously into the community. Parker dropped out of high school his final year when his mother died of unknown causes, the virus acting very rapidly on her already weakened body. Seeing no future for him in his hometown, he moved to Los Angeles with nothing but his bike and the clothes on his back, similar to his mother. His goals, however, were a little more realistic. With his vast knowledge of vehicles, Clint found a job in a decent mechanic shop within the city run by an older man named Luke. The aged mechanic, witnessing Parker’s skills as a driver on race tracks, recognized his unique skill set and offered him a different type of employment in addition to working in his shop. Luke suggested that Clint serve as a getaway driver for criminals on occasion, knowing several men within the criminal network. Luke told Clint that in his youth, he did the same, and saw the same abilities in him. Clint reluctantly took the job, for his mother and the Mormon Church instilled a strong sense of morals in him, but he was desperately hurting for cash. He slowly sank into the criminal world, building a modest reputation for himself.

At 27, Parker met a beautiful Italian woman of the same age at the mechanic shop when she took her beat-up car in. Having no vehicle for the night, Clint gave her a ride home and learned her name was Florenda Marino, and, like his mother, she sought fame in Hollywood. The two quickly developed an intimate relationship, with Clint constantly urging Florenda to pursue her dreams, as if to redeem his mother’s failed ones. Despite Clint’s relatively quiet disposition, the couple seemed to be made for each other. Unfortunately, after three years, Florenda broke off their relationship, always fearing he was involved in criminal activity. The apartment, while modest, was much nicer than what a mechanic could afford. Some nights, Parker would be out until the next morning, though he never reeked of booze as one would expect. She realized just how dangerous he was when he burst into their apartment with a gunshot wound to his shoulder and hastily pried the bullet out, asking her to stitch the open hole. Florenda helped him, then promptly packed her bags and left. The last time he saw the woman, her stomach was looking slightly larger than usual, but he thought nothing of it.

Clint continued his life without Florenda, though with less enthusiasm and ambition. He began questioning his life as a criminal, albeit a fairly tame one, and if it was one he could truly be proud of. Luke, however, was practically a father to him, and constantly encouraged his illegal career, so he stuck with his life as a wheelman. In the back of his mind, though, Parker felt he should become something greater than a glorified criminal. One day, a small package was delivered to the mechanic’s apartment filled with his mother’s belongings, sent by the current occupant of his run-down childhood home. He found a photo of his mother with a man whose features were very similar to his, and Clint assumed this man to be his father. He also found an unsent letter with an address in Calson City, and upon opening it discovered it was meant to be sent to his father. With these in tow, Clint left his home once more, the wheels of his bike pointing to Calson City.

Parker never found his father, only traces of the man. What he did find in Calson City, however, was more work. The south side was teeming with criminals seeking to score jobs in the north and get away with their loot, and luckily Clint had just the skill set they needed. He kept this up for a few years, still searching for his dad, but another burning passion slowly replaced it; the struggle of the sick, weak, and poor. Clint was constantly a witness to the suffering of these poor souls at the hands of gangsters, and slowly began fighting back the constant waves of filth oppressing the helpless. His days became split between defending the poor from criminals and helping the very same gangs get away from sinister crimes. Clint doesn’t dress up in spandex and fight using his utility belt and ancient martial arts; the truth is much less romantic. His uniform is whatever street clothes he happens to have, along with a black loop scarf pulled over his nose to conceal his identity. He uses a handgun, police baton, and brute strength to achieve his goals. In his free time, though, Clint still actively searches for signs of his father. All the while, both of his reputations, one as a criminal and the other as a savior, continue to grow.

Personality: Like his life in Calson City, Clint’s personality is split in two. When working as a getaway driver, he is a shrewd and stiff individual, never laughing and using few words. Clint is concerned only with doing his job and surviving to be paid, and if that means taking another life, he will do so in a heartbeat. Parker does not fraternize with his “co-workers” and never revealing anything about his personal life or beliefs to ensure they don’t discover his other life. He is practically a machine whose sole purpose is to evade authorities, and he does a fine job of it, hence his clean criminal record. Clint is the perfect getaway driver, never asking any questions, and doing exactly as he is told. Whether or not he takes pleasure in these actions is unknown.

Outside of his work, Clint still maintains his relative stoic demeanor, although to a lesser degree. He loosens up tremendously, but is still extremely hesitant to trust anyone. His strong morals are exceptionally apparent, many of which stem from his time in the Mormon Church. While his time within the community was limited, he was accepted as a member, and the lessons he learned are still evident more than a decade later, although his faith in God is uncertain at best. Parker possesses a strong desire to do good in the world, and even more so now to counteract the work he does with criminals in order to survive. He is very charitable to those less fortunate than him, donating his time and much of his money to the poor stuck in the slums. Clint doesn’t sleep around much, unlike many who take advantage of the desperate south-side girls, and he is very compassionate towards prostitutes, this weakness stemming from his mother. Having seen the suffering she constantly endured to raise him, Clint is willing to assist any of these individuals, even allowing some to sleep in his apartment building. Parker also avoids all vices, like alcohol, gambling, and drugs, as he sees daily how they tear people apart.

When Parker conceals his face and defends the weak, these traits still exist, but are combined with a great deal of wrath towards those who seek to harm the poor. He tries not to kill the perpetrator, usually opting for a good beating with his police baton, but if the crime is more heinous than others, or the offender is putting up a good fight, Parker may draw his pistol and wound them. In several cases, Clint has savagely beaten men to death, sometimes with his bare hands, in a fit of blind rage, usually when he arrived too late to stop them. In even more severe instances, the criminal begged on their knees for mercy, but Clint simply placed a bullet in the back of their head, although he is trying to stray away from murder. Still, his sleep is rarely affected by these actions, as he finds them entirely justified. What keeps him staring at his ceiling is the victim of the crime, sprawled out on the filthy concrete with no one caring about their broken body.

Other: Clint is armed with a 21” extendable friction-locked police baton along with a .45 handgun from 2015. He is also the proud owner of a black Japanese sports bike from 2019, which he maintains with the utmost care. Parker doesn’t like running for extended periods of time, as he broke his left knee many years ago and the injury still pains him with extended use.

(I'm using Jet Black because if The Incredible John needs a partner, this is only appropriate)