Name:Deon Desmond Saunders
Age: 24
Height:5'11"
Appearance: Personal Details:Born into a very poor family as the oldest, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age, therefore not able to experience much of any kind of child-hood. He had only his mother and younger sister for family; he had never once met his father getting the rather illustrious nickname ‘bastard child’ and his sister had a different father, who died when Deon was 16 by a group of gang members wanting his wallet. At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time. As Deon grew up, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices. Deon soon grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 21 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.
Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. His whole world came crashing down though as one night when Deon came home from work, he found his mamma and sister dead in their beds, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten…tortured. Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon moved up from district 16 to district 4 with his younger cousin, though he was immediately granted a position as a fighter in ‘The Spit’ in another district. The commute doesn't bother Deon much, it's nice to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. That was nearly a year ago, and the emotional wound that Deon carried has subsided some, but not much.
Occupation: Professional Ring Fighter
District: 4
Additional:Deon carries his anger around him like a suit of armor, using his intimidation to get what he wants with little to no fuss. Over the years of going from agent to agent, they all wanted one thing for him, and that was to become a monster for the media; to play out his anger which he slipped into all too-easily. Because of this, Deon struggles with who he really is anymore and so he escapes to the party-like drugs and alcohol to escape his painful reality.