Name: Buster
Age: Approximately 18
Appearance: Tall, solid looking; muscular; dark brown hair to his temples, the top of his head an orangey-blonde, hair touches the top of his ears and nape of his neck, musses it with gel; hazel eyes; olive skin; bright white teeth; slightly crooked jaw; various scars, most on his torso, one along his jaw and temple. Tattoo is on his right temple.
Personality: In the family, he is fairly laid back, cracking jokes, and wearing a slight smile. He is pretty flirtatious, only because girls are usually drawn to him by his physique. Buster likes to teases others, making them slightly uncomfortable. He feels a kind of closeness with Freyr, as he feels they are in the same kind of situation, and has a detached need to protect him. In school, he gives off that tough guy vibe, making younger teens kind of scared, and girls nervous, although he still gets asked out a lot. He still flirts, and usually has a girl hanging off of him, although he doesn’t have a steady girlfriend, instead he likes to give off that he’s player. In reality, he really would like a steady relationship, and while he enjoys the ‘attention’ he gets, he can be pretty romantic. He loves food, and can usually be seen munching something, even when doing something for the family.
Bio: Buster’s first substantial memory was of waking up to a bunch of concerned faces. He had gone to speak, but his jaw hurt so much when he tried, he stopped. They were asking him questions, and it took a little longer to understand what they were asking. Did he know his name, or what had happened, would someone be worried? He found he couldn’t answer any of those questions. He was lying on his back in an alley, bloodied and bruised, and those small time boxers thought he might have been dead. He would watch them practice as the weeks went by, eventually being able to convey that he didn’t even know his own name, let alone how he’d ended up so badly beaten. After his busted jaw healed, the help of the friendly, if not rough looking, boxers and owner, he asked if he could help the guys practice, and they reluctantly agreed. He did amazingly well, although the moves were more frenzied than boxing style, more like someone who had taught themselves how to fight. He got his name because of how he had busted his jaw, and how he pretty well busted up anyone who challenged him in the ring. He never actually participated in a real match, on fear of his jaw getting wacked, but he always went to watch. He joined the Wiltshires after punching out one of their members because of something they did, and was offered a ‘join or else’ package. At first he didn’t like it, but the family nature grew on him. He still spends a lot of time at the gym, occasionally staying at the gym owner’s house like he used to. They also arranged to have his jaw corrected, although it is still slightly crooked. He has made it a goal to find out what had happened to him those two years ago, and why nobody seems to be looking for him.
Skills: His charm; sweet street fighting/boxing moves; easy going nature in stressing situations;
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