And here you are!

Name: Travence Girt

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Standing 6'3 and over two-hundred pounds, Travence Girt cuts an imposing visage. Years as a lackey have left him knicked and scarred and his black sweatsuit clings tightly to his large frame. Scraggly black muttonchops and a head of black hair tucked in his black toboggan round out his brutish attire. After all, it was just another job.

Strengths and Weaknesses, Quirks and Traits: Travence is as strong as an ox and just as smart. A small time enforcer for a petty start up in the lower East Side, Travence is used to other people doing his thinking for him. Go here, break that, wanton destruction is second nature for the living battering ram as long as he has someone to point him in the right direction. As such, Trav is very indecisive on his own and incredibly susceptible to manipulation. Woe be unto the betrayer should he survive it however as his single-minded nature leaves no room for mercy.

A Brief History: Growing up in New York, drugs were a common fixture. It didn't take long for neighbors and family friends to see the merit in having a stout runner too dumb to ask questions. From a young age, Travence had always done "favours" for people. At the time, he thought himself no different than any other decent child helping out their elders. Simple jobs or go here, fetch this were rewarded with gifts and praise. Everything went well until one night his father caught him sneaking out of the house.

A blur of a memory now, Travence remembers his next favour involved silencing some loud mouth. Some broken bones and a few cries for help that sounded suspiciously familiar and Travence was moved into his new home with his new family. Blood is thicker than water they say and the young man had seen quite a bit. A relief it was when he heard his next favour would be a simple one: rough up some candle shop at the end of town and the old lady who owned it. Little did he know it would be he who needed protection.