Post by somemekboy on Dec 16, 2022 0:53:42 GMT
Luke Johnson
Generalities
Name: Luke Johnson.
AKA: N/A.
Age: 28.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Faction: N/A.
Squad: N/A.
Role: None.
Battle Theme: N/A.
Rank: D
Red Orbs: 1000
Blue Orbs: 0
Character Description
Physical Appearance(s): Luke is a brick in regards to his physicality, standing at six and a half feet of muscle acquired from what one can only assume is several years of gym rat behavior. His skin is weathered, particularly along the arms, and lightly tanned from wandering outside in the sun. His features are hard-set and robust, if slightly misshapen in places from blows gone bad, and his torso bears several scars from people who have gotten testy with him and whipped out a blade. He isn’t an attractive man by any stretch of the imagination even underneath the scars and old bruises but years of fights haven’t helped his image.
As for clothes, Luke is usually never seen without his backpack when he’s traveling that is kept full of supplies and clothes that he usually refills whenever he stops. He isn’t a man for graphic tees, though he does have plenty of mono-color ones, and most of his clothing can be described as muted. As for constant features, the fighter always wears some form of jeans with an old leather belt, his trusty boots so he’s always ready for a bout, a hooded sweatshirt that looks older than the man himself with a zipper that refuses to function, and wrappings around his arms. They aren’t to hide some scars or conceal some demonic heritage or anything, the wrappings are just because Luke likes covering his knuckles in case of fights and he isn’t a ‘gloves guy’ unless they’re boxing gloves.
Personality: Luke is, in contrast to his fighting style and appearance, a fairly outgoing guy. He’ll smile through missing teeth and speak as warmly as he can with a busted jaw such is his enthusiasm and cheer. He’s one of those people who’s never met a stranger and never saw someone he wasn’t willing to help in some capacity, although he is most certainly a wanderer at heart. In fact, Luke always seems ready to pick up and go when his business is done and there’s nothing left to see. Not in the sense that he only has surface deep connections with others, there’s a reason he pays for a phone plan despite being a wandering vagabond after all, but in the sense he’s a bit of a ramblin man or a rolling stone: he’ll stick around as much as he can, but he knows when he’s overstayed his welcome. This hunger for new experiences extends to his hobbies outside of fighting, resulting in Luke flitting about between things as he sees fit. Maybe he’ll be brushing up on his Japanese one day, working on his woodcarving the next, and free climbing the nearest rock wall the day after that.
One thing Luke can never put behind him, however, is his love for fights. In the streets, in the ring, in some dingy warehouse surrounded by a ring of dudes laughing and betting, Luke Johnson loves to run hands with anybody he thinks can give him a challenge. However, in spite of what his opponents do, Luke possesses a sense of honor that he can’t break: he’ll never do a cheap shot, heck the man can’t even tell a little white lie to save his life. Fighting is also one of the things that can make him actually mad, as any assertion that he is a weakling or cheater will instantly tick him off. And when something ticks Luke off, what little filter over his actions and words he has completely goes away for the worse. Finally, he can’t back down from a challenge or someone he perceives as a person in need and will often rush in without pausing to note context.
Backstory
Backstory
Luke Johnson’s backstory is one of mundanity escalating into slightly more exciting mundanity over time. His home life was stable, two parents and no siblings, and his school friends comfortably close although increasingly distant with age. He never truly excelled in school, although he certainly wasn’t failing out, until he reached college. There, he wandered into a proper gym for the first time in his life and encountered the squared circle. Luke didn’t even know what boxing truly was, his parents thinking that watching a legal blood sport would corrupt their young and impressionable son, but he was always built for strength. The coach called him out and asked if he wanted in the club, Luke needed an extracurricular, and the rest was history.
Well, not exactly. But the coach certainly was correct in calling Luke out, because when he stepped in the ring he was a natural. He wasn’t winning every fight, at least not at first, but he was certainly excelling. He took blows, lumped his face up good, and started working on his style based on his innate talents: stubbornness and an eye for what to hammer. From there Luke dropped out of college to go pro, and he even crossed into the nationwide circuit. He didn’t win any championships, mainly because he never had the charisma or the PR team required to warrant it nor did he have the desire for any actual accolades, but he fought well. Eventually, though, he just…dropped off the map.
While over time everyone forgot Luke Johnson, the man himself decided to hit the road however he could. Although no one could question him about it, Luke decided to go on this trip for two reasons: a lack of challenge and being blinded by the lights. He didn’t want fame, he didn’t want accolades, but he knew they would come eventually if he kept improving. So, he decided to leave it all behind and go underground. Luke brought honor and discipline into no holds barred fights, but oddly enough he won. And then he kept winning. He only stayed long enough to cover expenses and for traveling to the next town, and then he was off to another underground ring somewhere. He kept training, he kept fighting, he kept winning, and eventually Luke hit the Pacific. Then the melancholy kicked in again. Luke Johnson had taken on as many fights as he could in America, and even THAT started lacking the right challenge of those first fights that hooked him.
Then, a flash of insight: a challenge did not necessarily have to lie in the continental States. Hell, maybe it isn’t in the States at all! So, he threw darts at a board until he picked a country and booked a flight with nothing but his go bag and his dreams. Little did Luke know that some truly out of this world challenges awaited him out there in the great blue yonder, and that beneath the skin of it all another dimension waited for him.
Traits
Peak Strength
Luke has managed to train his body from a variety of avenues to be able to keep pace with some of the strongest people out there. Some might even call it inhuman.
Peak Stamina
In the same way as his strength, Luke has wandered the world and fought hard enough that he can not only take a beating but give one out for significantly longer. Like his strength, this is a developed talent adept at aiding him in finding the perfect point at which to strike.
Equipment
Nothing, just his hands.
Combat Foci
Name: Prizefighter.
Description: Not exactly orthodox American boxing, nor is it raw and primal street fighting. This is the style developed from fighting both in a formalized ring and in underground bouts that combines refined grace and finesse with savaging blows, including stance switches due to Luke’s ambidexterity. This allows Luke to move and block his opponent’s strikes in pursuit of the perfect opening that he can hammer until the bell rings. Interestingly, it forsakes cheap shots in favor of more dignified knockouts, usually equating to keeping hits above the belt. It also does not incorporate leg strikes to any capacity.
Rank: D.
Aspects: N/A.
Techniques
Name: Layout.
Description: Luke assesses his opponent and whittles them down over time by baiting, blocking, and countering strikes, but even he knows that sometimes you just have to take the shot and lay someone out. This Technique does not pertain to the lead up or the assessment period, but does describe what Luke often does to end the fight: a savage blow to someone’s weakest area. What separates this from a normal boxer’s blow is the fact that some opponents have gone over the ropes of whatever ring he was fighting in due to the force.
Focus: Prizefighter.
Aspects: N/A.