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★ Shannon ★ Eryi ★

NICKNAME / FIGHTING TITLE

Most people he knows call him Snow because he dislikes his first name.

AGE

Twenty-three years and counting

GENDER 

Masculine

HAIR COLOUR

Platinum blond, almost white

EYE COLOUR

Seafoam green or blueish-gray

HEIGHT

5'6

WEIGHT

166 lbs (75.2 kg)

★ SPECIFICS, SPECIFICS ★

PERSONALITY

Snow is an odd sort of man who more than not leaves questions unanswered. When you first meet him, you automatically think of him as a haughty bastard that doesn't care about anybody but himself. In some ways, that is true. He has a sort of apathetic nature to him where he lacks a certain care towards others. Whether it be a woman or a child, he is unlikely to help them. Haughty ,however, is way off point of him; Indifferent is a better description. Snow dislikes socialization with others, does not enjoy conflict and keeps to himself. Most energy he gains is from being alone with his books and birds. As a friend, his persona is not altered in a major way, just slightly shifted. His dark sense of humor and biting wit can either make other laugh or get pissed. Sarcasm is his go to speech pattern even with those he is friendly with. His term of "friendly" is not so much attitude and a little less antisocial. His avoidance of people is unusual but not uncommon of an introvert such as himself. As the referee, his keen eyes don't often miss anything; This man is also not easily bribed to do anything for others unless it benefits him in some way. His judgment is always black and white, right and wrong, and doesn't find a gray spot in between. Snow is impartial towards everybody unless given a reason to see them as an enemy or friend. Like a feline, he can easily go from entirely calm to spitfire within minutes, earning him the title of temperamental. His distrust in others is like a feral cat as well, giving people the evil eye from the minute you stare at him.

HISTORY

Snow was born in an unloving home from the very beginning. His mother had been raped at the young age of twenty. Her life was ruined by this; The courts shamed her, her family called her a liar, she lost her high school sweetheart, dropped out of college and was fired from her job and even losing her home. Everything she had built was destroyed by the man that impregnated her. She was unable to get money for a proper abortion so tried to do one herself but failed miserably so nine months later, Shannon Eryi was born on the streets of Glasgow, Scotland. His mother was a vile woman who pushed his care onto another homeless woman called Helen. Shannon would often witness his mother going through her "bad days" in which due to her depression made her say and do terrible things. Shannon was about ten when his mother took him and decided it best to take her son and illegally board a boat to the United States. They did not fit in there and often scrounged on the streets of New York City. By the time he was twelve, it was no surprise that his mother got into drugs ,in particular, cocaine and heroin. She would do anything for her next fix even if that meant giving up her son. Shannon was given to a pimp just so his mother could get some heroin; Unfortunately, that was her last shot and was found dead in the streets the following day. With nowhere to escape to or anyone to trust, he stuck with hooking as a male prostitute throughout NYC just to survive. He stuck with it, being passed from pimp to pimp, until he was twenty years old. At this point in time, he didn't care what happened to him until Miss. Petrov found him. She offered him a place to stay as long as he would be the referee in her underground fights. To get away from his filthy life, he agreed easily and has been doing it ever since.

NATIONALITY

Scottish

ETHNICITY

Western European

HOMETOWN

Glasgow, Scotland

BIRTHDAY

Unknown

PLACEMENT / OCCUPATION

The referee

★ EXTRAS ★

LIKES

Sparrows, Old Novels, Hot tea, Kickboxing, Strawberries, Documentaries

DISLIKES

Loud noise, Lack of manners, Dogs, Bitter drinks, Smokers

PET PEEVES

When people whisper about others, Overly flirtatious women

CRUSH

Ryder Bryce

RELATIONSHIP STATUS

Single

★ Rexanna ★ Cienfuegos ★

NICKNAME / FIGHTING TITLE

Her nickname is often Rexy or Rex but her official fighting title is "Black Minx".

AGE

Twenty-eight young

GENDER 

Feminine

HAIR COLOUR

Pitch black

EYE COLOUR

Hazel but often changes colors with her emotions

HEIGHT

5'10

WEIGHT

172 lbs (78 kg)

★ SPECIFICS, SPECIFICS ★

PERSONALITY

Calling Rexy a spitfire is an understatement to who she is.

HISTORY

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NATIONALITY

American

ETHNICITY

Latina (Cuban)

HOMETOWN

Las Vegas, Nevada

BIRTHDAY

June 6th

PLACEMENT / OCCUPATION

Fighter

★ EXTRAS ★

LIKES

answer

DISLIKES

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PET PEEVES

answer

CRUSH

answer

RELATIONSHIP STATUS

answer

★ shigeru ★ park ★

NICKNAME / FIGHTING TITLE

just shi to his friends, shigeru calls himself 'the world's number one star, shi' on stage. it's hard to tell if it's a joke or not at this point.

AGE

twenty one.

GENDER 

male.

HAIR COLOUR

bleached blond, he's naturally a brunet. sometimes he dyes the tips of his hair a hot pink color.

EYE COLOUR

hazel.

HEIGHT

5'0"

WEIGHT

103 lbs

★ SPECIFICS, SPECIFICS ★

PERSONALITY

the first thing you'll come to realize with shigeru is how overwhelmingly gaudy he is. he acts as if the world revolves around him, and enjoys being treated like a 'prince'. shigeru can be a bit demanding of his coworkers, and it's a wonder to many how his friends even stand him. he loves being the center of attention and receiving praise, and falters when he hears rude comments about his appearance. he's outlandish and dresses vibrantly, not caring about showing off how expensive his clothing can get. it's his ultimate goal to appear as approachable as possible, though he tends to scare off people instead. in the ring and off it he often behaves as if he's younger, and seems stuck in a loop of behaving one way or another just to get the spotlight he seems to want-- no, need.
to those who know shigeru more closely, it is easy to tell that 'bright' personality is more of a front. after hours when surrounded by his closest friends he's more down to earth, and soft spoken. whether it's his true personality or the exhaustion is up to debate, but he does seem completely different than the boy cheerfully yelling insults at the fighters. he is constantly carrying around random sweets, most notably lemonheads. anywhere shigeru goes you will find a trail of candy wrappers behind him. the thing that remains most intact between the two different faces of shigeru is his constant need to nap between fights. whilst able to fall asleep practically anywhere, he often shows up exhausted in the morning as if he hasn't slept all night.

HISTORY

shigeru's history is a long and gloom one. his mother japanese and his father korean, shigeru was born under a different name. his real name long in the past it is hard to figure out anything about him until you catch a glimpse of his parents. scarcely around him now, his parents are wealthy business owners who have two daughters-- or rather one daughter and one son they refuse to speak of. after the birth of their second daughter, shigeru became less important to his parents. business had absorbed the two when shigeru had been a child, but their attention disappeared entirely once rin was born. at first the act of cutting and bleaching his hair had been simply a rebellious move. then at the age of fourteen, shigeru came out to both his parents as wishing to transition. the confession was almost immediately met with a forceful shove into the shadows. shigeru was no longer even their child, and he was quickly shipped off to live with his grandmother. his grandmother, though stuck in her own ways, was more accepting. shigeru cut and bleached his hair the first time when he was fifteen, doing it all by himself. his grandmother had been angry, since the haircut was so bad, but that only made shigeru work to improve his work with a pair of scissors.
by the time shigeru had turned seventeen he had transferred schools four different times. bullying a girl because he wanted to fit in, piercing his friends ears in the bathroom, setting off a firecracker in the school garden and destroying a bird bath. he had done it all. the most notable fight shigeru got into was referred to simply as 'the incident' at his third school. while also causing havoc where he wished to go, he had used the money his parents sent him to get plastic surgery after plastic surgery. upon returning to school with his nose bandaged up, a girl had found it funny to comment on it and he ended up breaking hers too so she'd 'look like him'.
after the death of his grandmother, shigeru decided to turn his life around like she had wished. although not the right place to start, he decided that being an announcer at a fight club would hardly be the worst thing he had done. the funds from his parents scarcely come anymore, and he often misuses his money on clothing and cosmetic things rather than food. already driven himself five feet under ground, shigeru hardly believes he can go any further downwards.

NATIONALITY

korean

ETHNICITY

japanese korean

HOMETOWN

seoul, korea

BIRTHDAY

february 20th

PLACEMENT / OCCUPATION

announcer

★ EXTRAS ★

LIKES

- literally anything sweet

- naps.

- strawberry flavored anything

- people with aesthetics he deems 'cute'

DISLIKES

- 'annoying' people

- people who can't mind their own business

- being awoken when he's sleeping

- people who like to comment on others appearance in a harsh manner

PET PEEVES

- chewing with your mouth open

- people who don't clean up after themselves

- when nail polish chips

CRUSH

n/a

RELATIONSHIP STATUS

single

★ sylvie ★ bane ★

NICKNAME / FIGHTING TITLE

torch

AGE

nineteen

GENDER 

male

HAIR COLOUR

rusty orange

EYE COLOUR

clear blue

HEIGHT

5'10"

WEIGHT

145lbs.

★ SPECIFICS, SPECIFICS ★

PERSONALITY

for starters, sylvie has an issue with his name. this issue is that he hates it because it belongs to his father. this is the sole reason he goes by sylvie, a girl's name. however, he's grown used to it, and even though it still reminds him of his father, he like it better than his given name. sylvie is very particular about nearly everything. he likes to sleep with the door open two inches, and he has to shampoo his hair twice before conditioning it, and he can’t be wearing multiple shades of black. he’s not a messy person, though initially one might not believe that - everything has a place in his room. sylvie is always on top of things like homework and assignments, and would freak out if something went missing.

to put it simply, sylvie has a lust for fighting. he craves the spatter of blood on the ground or the feeling of his bones being crushed, his nose being broken. even before he’d join the fight club, on dry occasions, he would pick fights with his dad just to see if he could. his aggressive personality needs to constantly be doing something active, whether it’s fighting, loving, or simply bobbing his knee up and down while he’s sitting in class.

sylvie, when it comes down to it, can be quite romantic. he’ll wait for the right person to come along, but not too long - if someone can put up with him and his antics, then that’s perfect for him. he needs someone to validate him and let him know that yes, in fact, he is doing okay, and that all of the crazy thoughts in his head are completely valid. he needs someone to keep him safe from himself - if he’s gone too long without physical contact from another person, he’s prone to hurting himself just to feel things.

sylvie suffers from anxiety. his fighting is a way of channeling his fear into excitement and anger, among other things. “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” his fighting keeps him powerful and makes him feel better about himself, even if he still is just a child on the inside, looking for recognition, for validation, for love.

HISTORY

trigger warning: physical abuse sylvester micah bane jr. grew up as an only child in a small town, meaning he grew up fast. he didn't rely on others to get things done for him. he was a good student and a good kid, almost always ready to please. his mother died when he was nine which seemed to give his father permission to bring home angela, who he'd been going out with several years prior. and when angela broke up with him, it was jennifer, and then stacy, and, well...you get the picture. it should've been clear that coming out to his father was a bad idea at thirteen, but he was still so naive then. from that day, every word directed towards him from his father was hostile, though the physical abuse didn't start until he started drinking when sylvie was fifteen. he'd been in the hospital many times before, but now he was almost never let out of it. he lives in terror of his father, and both of them are always at each others' throats, making the house an unsafe territory for sylvie. however, at the fight club, he can let his adrenaline run free without worry of actually getting hurt (too badly).

NATIONALITY

american

ETHNICITY

caucasian

HOMETOWN

owings, maryland

BIRTHDAY

september 04

PLACEMENT / OCCUPATION

fighter

★ EXTRAS ★

LIKES

- blood

- fighting

- drinking

- smoking

- birds

- staring contests

DISLIKES

- losing fights

- his father

- being alive

- hot tea

- people

★ Sid ★ Pierrez-Wong ★

NICKNAME / FIGHTING TITLE

Shaggy

AGE

23

GENDER 

Male

HAIR COLOUR

Black

EYE COLOUR

Black

HEIGHT

5’11’’

180 cm

WEIGHT

195 lbs

88.45 kg

★ SPECIFICS, SPECIFICS ★

PERSONALITY

Kind, light-hearted, not easily offended— words that Sid wants to be described by. Unfortunately, his actions don’t always emit these sort of vibes. He is often very sensitive, too sensitive in fact, and gets annoyed or even angry at the slightest vice. Lying, even jokingly, grinds his gears. Because of his fear of being alone, and because he prospers in a social environment, Sid has never confronted his friends or family or colleagues about issues that bother him. He bottles them up until he can’t take it anymore, and ends up shunning and hurting those he didn’t want to hurt. In the ring, Sid is able to let loose of his stresses and frustrations. He is able to scream at the top of his lungs and not care about who it is he hurts. In fact, he is trying to hurt them.

Sid may sometimes do so in real life, as well. Because of his inferiority complex, in which he believes that no one ever picks him as their favourite, he often isolates himself from his friends emotionally. He may instigate small problems and turn them into bigger ones, so that the person whose attention he craves will, hopefully, give up on the other person and see them just the way he does; “absolute garbage of a man.”

Outwardly, Sid truly tries to be kind and unbiased, to maintain peace and spirit. Those are his values, but not how he feels, as he is easily irritable and snaps very quickly, though he makes sure not to let it slip.

He enjoys talking, and does it a lot. One of his favourite things, in fact, is starting conversations with those that are a little shy, but do want to participate. He gets a kick out of talking about himself, sharing personal stories and anecdotes, and making people laugh. His one pet peeve, however, is when the other party does not contribute to the conversation, and make no effort to acknowledge basic communication skills. This is why, to him, “antisocials” are the most annoying people in the world.

HISTORY

Sid was born to a happy, interracial couple in Japan. Before he was born, his father relocated to Canada in hopes of starting his life in a more liberal setting. Growing up in Japan until he was 6 years old, Sid barely went outside. In fact, he doesn’t have any memory of Japan, other than the one apartment he, his older brother, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all lived in together. Approaching his 7th birthday, and without his knowledge, Sid, his mother and brother all got on a plane and flew to meet his dad. Arriving at the airport, he saw his father for the first time. Although he ran up to hug him, as he saw happen many times in those Hollywood movies, Sid felt strangely nonchalant inside. He didn’t understand why he simply didn’t care on the inside. They arrived at an apartment building, in which they lived for another 9 years, completely infested with cockroaches, bedbugs, and mice. It was a constant mess, and his mother always blamed it on them. At 7 years old, Sid was enrolled in a school for the first time in his life. As excited as he was to finally go to school, as it was his dream, he spoke nothing but Japanese, and had a hard time fitting in to the ne environment. Although completely unaware, being the shy kid who he was, Sid was bullied by fellow classmates on a daily basis. They would make fun of his accent, his disability to understand, and his appearance, for at the time, he was extremely pale and thin, with large purple and blue veins peering out from under his translucent skin. His brother, who was in the fourth grade at the time, was beaten up on a weekly basis for the same reasons. Their parents were in and out of the school with complaints and concerns everyday. They convinced Sid that he had gotten an offer to transfer to an all-French school, just as he was about to enter the fourth grade. Thus, he transferred. His brother, however, did not, for he was too old to attend. He spent 2 years at the next school, learning a new language before completely mastering the first. He had made a best friend, and the two of them spent their time at school together. When his friend left him to attend a talent school, Sid had been isolated from his class and spent most of his time alone. Even his underclassment pitied him, as he had often heard in the halls. He decided that this personality of his, the shy one, didn’t work, therefore he decided to change and become “the quirky one,” then befriended the popular kids, as their clown. Often, the group had fallouts, and Sid was always the one to comfort the kids who were left out. When the same thing happened to him, he felt shocked and absolutely betrayed by the fact that none of them had done the same for him. It was the first time that someone declared him the “second choice friend.” Him and the kids from his class were then transferred to an all-French middle school. He had met new people, and was finally happy with his life. He met a girl who was a lot of fun, who he liked so very much, as a friend. Completely and utterly platonic. He had never met anyone more like him than her. Sid was so happy to have finally found a true friend. He even pushed her to date a boy who she liked, and who liked her. He was so happy for them. That is, until he came to school the next day, and had been completely ignored by not only the class, but her, as well. Not understanding what he had done, he listened to anyone offering an explanation. It turned out, that the kids from his elementary school had told everyone that Sid was only after the girl, and had abandoned them just to “chase some tail.” Once again, Sid felt completely alone. Once everything blew over, he decided to try once more, and began talking to her again. He had gotten closer to a boy from their group, and they became best friends. That boy was not the most attractive, but why would that have bothered Sid? It didn’t. He had a girlfriend from camp, and that was all the two of them could talk about. Sid, his new guy friend, and his old girl friend, were all friends and spent break together. The girl, once the topic changed to his friend’s girlfriend, said: “What’s wrong with her?” Both Sid and his friend were confused. “What do you mean?” They questioned. “Well,” started she, “if he’s dating you, there must be something wrong with her!” Once again, the two felt equally appalled and offended, but they tried to blow over it. “Ah! I know! He’s dating you, that’s what’s wrong with him!” Sid explicitly told the girl that what she said was disgusting, and that it was wrong. For the next year, he was once again ostracized by the class, except for that one guy friend. Something which he would take with him to his grave, was that he regretted standing up for him, and that he wished to have remained friends with the girl. He now disgusted her, and was ashamed to even make eye contact. Next, SId transferred to a new middle school for the 9th grade, where he left all of his older friends behind. Seeing as how that personality got him nowhere, Sid decided to try “outgoing flirt.” This one was effective. He quickly blended into the new environment. By complete chance, he ended up stuck with two guys as his “best friends.” Although he didn’t like them very much, he was too afraid to say anything, and be abandoned again. He ended up liking being friends with one of them, but the other was something else. He was an idiot; self-absorbed, homophobic, racist, classist, and just overall idiotic. He still was too afraid to say anything. Once, the two of them got into a fight. Sid was not in the wrong in the least, but because he didn’t want his friend to feel uncomfortable, he wrote out an apology letter, which basically said that he was an idiot, that he was nothing, and that he was sorry. The person to whom he gave this letter read it and threw it in the trash Sid’s hatred for this person grew stronger. They all attended the same high school together. For a year, Sid put up with their pervertedness and low moral compass. They often brought him down and laughed about it. Although the very same presence of this person disgusted Sid, he knew that he had to be friends with him to keep his other friend. However, over all the years of him apologizing when he had done nothing wrong, for putting up with racist remarks, and general hatred, Sid began to distance himself. He stopped talking to them at all, but continued to be there with them. At first, for a few days, they hadn’t noticed a change. This upset Sid to no end. He realized that his presence meant nothing to the both of them. It was the same whether he was there or not. They often called him on the phone for the sole purpose of making fun of him. They lied to him only to lie to him. They made up lies about him to others. They even shared his secrets with the public. Secrets so awful and intimate that he wanted to kill himself. Deciding it would be better for him to not communicate with one of them, he started sitting with other people, and stopped hanging out with them. He only wanted them to ask what was wrong and to listen to him, even if it was only once. WHat had actually happened, was the person whom he trusted the most, who he considered to be his best friend, told him that he understands and that he is okay with not being his friend. This brought him to tears. He didn’t think that he would be let go this easily. He wanted to badly to be needed. He wanted to badly to be chosen. He understood that no one is ever going to choose him. Sid then started talking less in general. He didn’t voice his opinions, he didn’t interfere in conversation, for he knew he was going to be ignored. He started sitting with them again, for he loved his friend so much, even if he didn’t care about him at all. Sid wanted so badly for them to notice the difference, but they didn’t. He has lived like this ever since, not necessarily talking about himself, and keeping his own problems buried deep within him. He doesn’t let anyone know what is going on inside his head, no matter how unhealthy and sad it is, for he now knows that nobody cares. Even his own mother told him that he should never ever tell anyone how he feels, and her being the only person that he would do anything for, he obeyed. On the inside, SId has become sad and broken. He is still waiting for someone to choose him. This sad boy now voices his frustrations through fights, the only possible solution that he believes will push anything he has inside him further down; his questioning his sexuality, his sadness, and any possible achievements he wants to share, so far down.

NATIONALITY

Canadian

ETHNICITY

Spanish-Japanese

HOMETOWN

Toronto

BIRTHDAY

July 24th

PLACEMENT / OCCUPATION

Fighter

★ EXTRAS ★

LIKES

answer

DISLIKES

answer

PET PEEVES

People who don’t understand social cues and communication skills.

CRUSH

answer

RELATIONSHIP STATUS

Single, so ready to mingle.