Post by Alan McKee on May 20, 2008 14:48:25 GMT 1
::Basic Information::
Name: Alan McKee
Age: 15
D.O.B: 27/10
Nationality: Scottish
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Grade: Freshman
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 Pounds.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
::Apparel Information::
Body: As far as Muscles go, he ain't too bad. He's not some walking fortress, bulging with more muscle than a racehorse. But two years of Tea Kwon Do, a year of Boxing, and a year and a half of mild body building exercises would leave anyone with a decent build. But he's skinny, like, freakishly so. Most who actually see him shirtless, or in the buff, don't really until they get close enough to notice his prominent ribs or joints.
When it comes to looks, he's hardly Mr. Super Smexxxy, but he ain't a cross eyed, mono browed beast either. Plain, is one word you could use, he has the kinda face that you can never seem to remember, or you never notice unless your actively looking for him. Hey, maybe after a make over, a new set of clothes and a bunch of other crap like that, he wouldn't look so bad. But he never was one for getting all prettied up, ain't no way he's gonna start now.
His hands are small, not so much so that you would freak out, or point and laugh, but still small. His feet are the same, small for his overall body size, but nothing to freak out over. The rest of his body is all fine, proportion wise anyway. His skin is quite pale; he hardly ever leaves the house or even his room for that matter. No ACNE, a few blackheads, but even without treatment they never really stick around long.
His hair is long, and kinda curly. It reaches down just past his shoulder blades, and is usually left as it is. In the mornings he'll run a comb through it once or twice, but that's about it. When it comes to washing his hair, he's a bit more attentive. Head & Shoulder's shampoos and conditioners, nothing less will suffice. Sometimes, he'll tie it into a pony tail, but usually only if its windy out or for P.E.
His eyebrows are kinda thick, he has a roundish’ nose and his ears are fine. He has a young face, at times people mistake him for a thirteen or even twelve year old. THAT pisses him off. His teeth are brushed twice a day and are a greyish white kinda colour, as far as shape and position go. Perfect. The most noticeable part of Alan's face, or anything really, are his bright blue eyes. He's often complimented on them, and they are probably THE most memorable and appealing part of his face.
Cosmetic: Okay, who can honestly say they have only one outfit? Alan's not really picky about what he wears, all his clothes are either dark blue, black, grey, or sometimes white. They never have logos or brands printed on the front, he hates clothes like that. On an average day, he'll be wearing a dark blue T-shirt, a black long sleeve, and a baggy pair of dark blue jeans. And no matter what, come rain or shine, sleet or snow, he'll always, if not wearing it, that at least have his trench coat on him. It's black leather with a black silk lining; it reaches down to just above his ankles and has four black plastic buttons, starting from his waist lining up one after another to his neck. The lining is all torn up, and all but the three inside pockets have holes in them.
He will always wear the same pair of boots, and not just because he has no other pair. His boots are black leather steal lined combat boots. They used to be worn by his stepfather, who served in the S.A.S. For five years. All scuffed and scratched, they show that they do indeed have a long history. Another thing he's rarely seen without are his black leather gloves, they came free with his Barbell and he's had them ever since. They're a bit frayed at the seams, and the leather is all worn and grey, but he's grown used to them, no others will do.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Black/Dark Brown
::Mental Information::
Alignment: Neutral Good
Personality: Alan likes to keep himself to himself, and offers others the same respect. He hates group activities, so if a situation like that crops up, he'll just keep his head own, giving quick, one word responses. He's not much of a speaker and hates being the centre of attention, but once you get him going, whew, the words just flow. Based on the situation, he can be quite the spokes person. He hasn't ever really had many friends, to a certain degree this was by choice. His trust is hard won, and once betrayed almost impossible to win back. He's quite the antisocial, he looks down on a lot of people and respects few, but he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut about stuff like that. Well, most of the time.....
Most of the time, he's a levelheaded individual, managing to keep his temper in check despite any situation. But once he's pissed, hohoho, yer pretty much shafted. In a physical confrontation, he can hold his own, but he ain't no Martial Arts Master or nothing. Verbally, yeah, you fucked. He could rant humanity into extinction, pick out your every little flaw and bring them to light for the whole world to ogle. He's a very sarcastic individual, and has spent years perfecting his tone to be able to bring even the most hardened thug down with his scathing linguistics.
Like mentioned before, he keeps himself to himself. If he sees a fight, he'll watch, like most kids these days he too loves a bit of violence every now and again. If the odds are a bit stacked to one side, like two against one, he may not like it, but he'll mind his place. But if its one guy pounding hell out of another, giving no reason or chance for defence, THEN he'll step in. he may not be the most emotionally receptive person in the world, but he's still human.
One thing that people pick up on rather quickly around Alan, is that he's a paranoid little shit. Always keeping a certain distance between himself and whoever he's talking to. Flinchy, would be another word to describe him. But, the thing is, these days most people actually were out to get him, so is it still really just paranoia?
Alan is the kinda guy who'll stand by what he believes no matter what happens, once he's made up his mind about something, that's that. Some may say he has a powerful conviction or resolve. But most just think of him as an annoyingly stubborn bastard. Too stubborn to back down from confrontation, no matter what the odds, too stubborn to run from a fight already lost. It's not like he's not afraid to get hurt, in fact, that's probably the reason he shuts himself off from the outside world both physically and mentally, because he's afraid of being hurt. But when things come down to it, fear can easily be pushed aside.
Likes:
Computers.
Cats.
Games, computer or table top.
Skating (Boarding, not Inlining. Fucking Inliners!!)
Reading and Collecting Comics and Manga.
Cannabis, Yup, nothin' like killing yourself slowly with a highly illegal and sanity draining herb.
Dislikes:
Mornings.
Religion. Hey, believe what you want, but don't try and convert him ya bible pushing freaks!!
People who lie to save face, or protect someone's feelings.
Thugs. If you think you cane get away with picking on lil'ol Alan, think again!
Apple MAC's.
Talents: Alan, when he puts his mind to it, is an extremely fast learner. Picking up on even the most difficult concepts in almost no time at all. His speciality is computers, be it for maintenance or coding (even a little hacking, though he's still new to the skill and has a long way to go) Alan's you guy.
Habits: Smoking, for one, but he only smokes cannabis. When he's nervous, he'll chew his nails, a pretty common habit. And when he's bored, he finds himself chewing the inside of his mouth, sometimes he'll bite down so hard he'll actually bleed quite a bit.
Extracurricular: None
::History Information::
History: Alan had a pretty normal life, he had normal friends and a normal family, he went to a normal school with a bunch of normal kids. But, see, the definition of normal is different for each person. For some people, normal is waking up at five AM to walk six miles, through blistering heat with no shoes, just for some water. For some people, normal is being ten years old and having to stand still as your father slaps an AK47 in your hands, and your mother wraps fifteen pounds of explosives around your waist. Alan’s life was nowhere near as hard, or painful, but regardless of the cause pain is relative.
The first five years of his life was the toughest, and although he can barely remember them, they still left an impact. He was the first-born child, little over a years later, his sister, Stacey was born. Alan, his sister, and both his parents lived in this shity, one bed roomed tower block flat. The walls, once white, were stained yellow from cigarette smoke. Black scuffmarks from boots and shoes stained the lower half of the walls. Almost every window was either cracked or gone altogether and boarded up with Chipboard, and the heating hadn’t worked right for over a year before they moved in. It was barely liveable, but it was home.
He spent his first five years here, with a drunkard father and a Prozac popping, manic-depressive mother. They would fight almost every night; sometimes they wouldn’t have enough food thanks to his parents constant drinking. But at least it was them, and not Alan or his sister who would go hungry. At Christmas, they got a good haul, great considering the usual budget. But for the most part the would just draw on cardboard boxes or old sheets and play with them.
There were good times and bad times, like every family. But as he, and his sister got older, their parents would fight more and more. Sometimes it would escalate to violence, and the police would be called in. But even though she had every right, his mother could never bring herself to press charges, even after he smashed a bottle over her head. Not until he was five, he can’t remember the circumstances, but he found himself living with his mother and sister in one of those places where beaten wives and children go for help and protection. He lived there until he was eight, until his father got out of jail, patched things up with his mother, and they moved back in with him.
It was a new flat, better maintained, and much more liveable. It had two bedrooms, so he had to share with his sister. They never got on, always fighting over one thing or another, stupid kid shit like who got the bigger half of the bedroom or who got to name the gold fish they won at the fare. His parents still fought, they still hit each other and the police were called almost every other night. But Alan had long since learned to block events like that out, occupying his time with computer games or reading, anything really.
At school, for the first three years, he was untouchable. He wasn’t a bully by any means, but anyone who cheeked him or tried to start a fight, regretted it. His parents were always being called in, but they didn’t really care, or that is to say, as long as he’s the defender and not the attacker, it was fine. They told the school, he has every right to defend himself, they said that if anyone tries to hit him, than he had better hit them back! So, he did. But, one day, he went a bit to far. At the time, Tamagotchi or Cyber Pets were extremely popular. Alan had one, hell everyone had one! They were eventually band in class, eventually it became part of the game to try and look after it and feed it during class, without getting caught. But one day, Alan was busy trying to keep his record of eighty three days without killing his cyber pet, when some kid from another class, grabbed it from his hands and threw it into a near by puddle. Why? For Lulz. The kid was a fast runner, so Alan couldn’t get him right away. But as luck would have it, not an hour later Alan found him in the toilets. He was washing his face over the sink, so what does Alan do? The only thing that seamed logical at the time. He snuck up behind him, clenched his fist, and WHAM!! Brought it down on the back of his head. The kid just happened to be drinking from the tap at that second, his teeth clattered against the metal tap and two were torn from his gums, while another was just cracked.
Alan was expelled later that day, he was grounded for a month, and all his computer games were taken form him. That last one hurt the most. Two weeks later he moved school, but there, he was fresh meat, and much less willing to fight. Being punished for getting his own back had drained his will to fight, or even defend himself. So, he was picked on most of the time. Any fights he did get into, he lost, well most of the time anyway.
As the years went by he grew more quiet and isolated, he rarely made friends. Things continued like this until he was twelve, and moved on to secondary school. He saw some familiar faces, not happy ones either; he hated them about as much as they hated him. So, he fought some more.
By now, his mum and dad had broken up again, permanently this time. She has a new boyfriend, she had met him years ago, but since he was in the army they couldn’t’ start anything then. Things at home got a lot better, but there were still fights, and the police were still called, but things were better.
As time went by, Alan grew sick and tired of not being able to defend himself from a bunch of bullies. His best friend at the time, David, had been going to Tea-Kwon-Do for over five years, and invited him along to watch one day. His first time there, and he was hooked. He started going with his friend twice a week, but since his family was unable to pay for the classes, he got himself a paper route. The money sucked, but it was enough. He eventually got better and better a fighting, and then six months later, he decided to try something new. Weight lifting. Nothing too serous, just some plastic sand filled weights and a barbell to help build his upper body. See, Tea-Kwon-do was very kick oriented, and so while his leg muscles were constantly developing, his upper body wasn’t getting much attention. His stepfather new this, and after six months of bodybuilding put forth the suggestion, Boxing, he even introduced him to the instructor who was an old friend of his. A year later, Alan was a force to be reckoned with. Well, not really. But at least now he had a decent punch, and an even better kick!
And Alan lived his life, he wasn’t very popular, but he had a few girlfriends. But because he was so emotionally closed off, his relationships never lasted longer than a month. He grew from reclusive, to hateful, bitter. He hated school, hated his home, and hated his family. He wanted to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t there. A fresh start. And his prayers were answered, his uncle on his mothers side married some yank he had met while on holidays, they planned to moved to the states after their honeymoon. Alan begged and pleaded to be allowed to go with them. At first the answer was of course no, but since he seamed so adamant about moving with them, they eventually relented.
So, after everything was sorted out, passports and other documents, they were off! America, was much more crowded than Scotland. When you think of Scotland, you probably picture big grassy hills, fields and fields of sheep, and shitty ass weather. If so then your spot fucking on. But after a while, he managed to adapt, the worst thing being the time difference, which fucked him over royally for a good while.
Now, the only thing left to do was enrol him in school. They picked the closest one to home, but his uncle and new aunt warned him that school was much different here. They explained how things worked, how dangerous it was. Alan shrugged it off, not really all that concerned and, honestly, not really buying their horror stories. But still, he couldn’t shake that small feeling of dread at the back of his mind…..
::Fighting Information::
Fighting Styles:
- Tea-Kwon-Do.
- Boxing.
Years Practised:
- Tea-Kwon-Do, Two years.
- Boxing, one year.
Strengths: Alan values speed and manoeuvrability more than any thing. He's fast with great reflexes, he has a good kick and knows just where to hit to take someone down. He prefers to use basic attacks and will stick with boxing to start with, but depending on the situation he while bring his legs into play if things get too hairy.
Weaknesses: For all his agility, he lacks the stamina to maintain it for long periods of time. He tires easily you see, so the longer a fight drags out the more of a disadvantage he'll be in. And lets not forget just how skinny the he is, with as little body fat as he has, he has no padding against heavy blows. His bones are damaged easily, and he's just as easy to bruise.
Name: Alan McKee
Age: 15
D.O.B: 27/10
Nationality: Scottish
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Grade: Freshman
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 Pounds.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
::Apparel Information::
Body: As far as Muscles go, he ain't too bad. He's not some walking fortress, bulging with more muscle than a racehorse. But two years of Tea Kwon Do, a year of Boxing, and a year and a half of mild body building exercises would leave anyone with a decent build. But he's skinny, like, freakishly so. Most who actually see him shirtless, or in the buff, don't really until they get close enough to notice his prominent ribs or joints.
When it comes to looks, he's hardly Mr. Super Smexxxy, but he ain't a cross eyed, mono browed beast either. Plain, is one word you could use, he has the kinda face that you can never seem to remember, or you never notice unless your actively looking for him. Hey, maybe after a make over, a new set of clothes and a bunch of other crap like that, he wouldn't look so bad. But he never was one for getting all prettied up, ain't no way he's gonna start now.
His hands are small, not so much so that you would freak out, or point and laugh, but still small. His feet are the same, small for his overall body size, but nothing to freak out over. The rest of his body is all fine, proportion wise anyway. His skin is quite pale; he hardly ever leaves the house or even his room for that matter. No ACNE, a few blackheads, but even without treatment they never really stick around long.
His hair is long, and kinda curly. It reaches down just past his shoulder blades, and is usually left as it is. In the mornings he'll run a comb through it once or twice, but that's about it. When it comes to washing his hair, he's a bit more attentive. Head & Shoulder's shampoos and conditioners, nothing less will suffice. Sometimes, he'll tie it into a pony tail, but usually only if its windy out or for P.E.
His eyebrows are kinda thick, he has a roundish’ nose and his ears are fine. He has a young face, at times people mistake him for a thirteen or even twelve year old. THAT pisses him off. His teeth are brushed twice a day and are a greyish white kinda colour, as far as shape and position go. Perfect. The most noticeable part of Alan's face, or anything really, are his bright blue eyes. He's often complimented on them, and they are probably THE most memorable and appealing part of his face.
Cosmetic: Okay, who can honestly say they have only one outfit? Alan's not really picky about what he wears, all his clothes are either dark blue, black, grey, or sometimes white. They never have logos or brands printed on the front, he hates clothes like that. On an average day, he'll be wearing a dark blue T-shirt, a black long sleeve, and a baggy pair of dark blue jeans. And no matter what, come rain or shine, sleet or snow, he'll always, if not wearing it, that at least have his trench coat on him. It's black leather with a black silk lining; it reaches down to just above his ankles and has four black plastic buttons, starting from his waist lining up one after another to his neck. The lining is all torn up, and all but the three inside pockets have holes in them.
He will always wear the same pair of boots, and not just because he has no other pair. His boots are black leather steal lined combat boots. They used to be worn by his stepfather, who served in the S.A.S. For five years. All scuffed and scratched, they show that they do indeed have a long history. Another thing he's rarely seen without are his black leather gloves, they came free with his Barbell and he's had them ever since. They're a bit frayed at the seams, and the leather is all worn and grey, but he's grown used to them, no others will do.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Black/Dark Brown
::Mental Information::
Alignment: Neutral Good
Personality: Alan likes to keep himself to himself, and offers others the same respect. He hates group activities, so if a situation like that crops up, he'll just keep his head own, giving quick, one word responses. He's not much of a speaker and hates being the centre of attention, but once you get him going, whew, the words just flow. Based on the situation, he can be quite the spokes person. He hasn't ever really had many friends, to a certain degree this was by choice. His trust is hard won, and once betrayed almost impossible to win back. He's quite the antisocial, he looks down on a lot of people and respects few, but he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut about stuff like that. Well, most of the time.....
Most of the time, he's a levelheaded individual, managing to keep his temper in check despite any situation. But once he's pissed, hohoho, yer pretty much shafted. In a physical confrontation, he can hold his own, but he ain't no Martial Arts Master or nothing. Verbally, yeah, you fucked. He could rant humanity into extinction, pick out your every little flaw and bring them to light for the whole world to ogle. He's a very sarcastic individual, and has spent years perfecting his tone to be able to bring even the most hardened thug down with his scathing linguistics.
Like mentioned before, he keeps himself to himself. If he sees a fight, he'll watch, like most kids these days he too loves a bit of violence every now and again. If the odds are a bit stacked to one side, like two against one, he may not like it, but he'll mind his place. But if its one guy pounding hell out of another, giving no reason or chance for defence, THEN he'll step in. he may not be the most emotionally receptive person in the world, but he's still human.
One thing that people pick up on rather quickly around Alan, is that he's a paranoid little shit. Always keeping a certain distance between himself and whoever he's talking to. Flinchy, would be another word to describe him. But, the thing is, these days most people actually were out to get him, so is it still really just paranoia?
Alan is the kinda guy who'll stand by what he believes no matter what happens, once he's made up his mind about something, that's that. Some may say he has a powerful conviction or resolve. But most just think of him as an annoyingly stubborn bastard. Too stubborn to back down from confrontation, no matter what the odds, too stubborn to run from a fight already lost. It's not like he's not afraid to get hurt, in fact, that's probably the reason he shuts himself off from the outside world both physically and mentally, because he's afraid of being hurt. But when things come down to it, fear can easily be pushed aside.
Likes:
Computers.
Cats.
Games, computer or table top.
Skating (Boarding, not Inlining. Fucking Inliners!!)
Reading and Collecting Comics and Manga.
Cannabis, Yup, nothin' like killing yourself slowly with a highly illegal and sanity draining herb.
Dislikes:
Mornings.
Religion. Hey, believe what you want, but don't try and convert him ya bible pushing freaks!!
People who lie to save face, or protect someone's feelings.
Thugs. If you think you cane get away with picking on lil'ol Alan, think again!
Apple MAC's.
Talents: Alan, when he puts his mind to it, is an extremely fast learner. Picking up on even the most difficult concepts in almost no time at all. His speciality is computers, be it for maintenance or coding (even a little hacking, though he's still new to the skill and has a long way to go) Alan's you guy.
Habits: Smoking, for one, but he only smokes cannabis. When he's nervous, he'll chew his nails, a pretty common habit. And when he's bored, he finds himself chewing the inside of his mouth, sometimes he'll bite down so hard he'll actually bleed quite a bit.
Extracurricular: None
::History Information::
History: Alan had a pretty normal life, he had normal friends and a normal family, he went to a normal school with a bunch of normal kids. But, see, the definition of normal is different for each person. For some people, normal is waking up at five AM to walk six miles, through blistering heat with no shoes, just for some water. For some people, normal is being ten years old and having to stand still as your father slaps an AK47 in your hands, and your mother wraps fifteen pounds of explosives around your waist. Alan’s life was nowhere near as hard, or painful, but regardless of the cause pain is relative.
The first five years of his life was the toughest, and although he can barely remember them, they still left an impact. He was the first-born child, little over a years later, his sister, Stacey was born. Alan, his sister, and both his parents lived in this shity, one bed roomed tower block flat. The walls, once white, were stained yellow from cigarette smoke. Black scuffmarks from boots and shoes stained the lower half of the walls. Almost every window was either cracked or gone altogether and boarded up with Chipboard, and the heating hadn’t worked right for over a year before they moved in. It was barely liveable, but it was home.
He spent his first five years here, with a drunkard father and a Prozac popping, manic-depressive mother. They would fight almost every night; sometimes they wouldn’t have enough food thanks to his parents constant drinking. But at least it was them, and not Alan or his sister who would go hungry. At Christmas, they got a good haul, great considering the usual budget. But for the most part the would just draw on cardboard boxes or old sheets and play with them.
There were good times and bad times, like every family. But as he, and his sister got older, their parents would fight more and more. Sometimes it would escalate to violence, and the police would be called in. But even though she had every right, his mother could never bring herself to press charges, even after he smashed a bottle over her head. Not until he was five, he can’t remember the circumstances, but he found himself living with his mother and sister in one of those places where beaten wives and children go for help and protection. He lived there until he was eight, until his father got out of jail, patched things up with his mother, and they moved back in with him.
It was a new flat, better maintained, and much more liveable. It had two bedrooms, so he had to share with his sister. They never got on, always fighting over one thing or another, stupid kid shit like who got the bigger half of the bedroom or who got to name the gold fish they won at the fare. His parents still fought, they still hit each other and the police were called almost every other night. But Alan had long since learned to block events like that out, occupying his time with computer games or reading, anything really.
At school, for the first three years, he was untouchable. He wasn’t a bully by any means, but anyone who cheeked him or tried to start a fight, regretted it. His parents were always being called in, but they didn’t really care, or that is to say, as long as he’s the defender and not the attacker, it was fine. They told the school, he has every right to defend himself, they said that if anyone tries to hit him, than he had better hit them back! So, he did. But, one day, he went a bit to far. At the time, Tamagotchi or Cyber Pets were extremely popular. Alan had one, hell everyone had one! They were eventually band in class, eventually it became part of the game to try and look after it and feed it during class, without getting caught. But one day, Alan was busy trying to keep his record of eighty three days without killing his cyber pet, when some kid from another class, grabbed it from his hands and threw it into a near by puddle. Why? For Lulz. The kid was a fast runner, so Alan couldn’t get him right away. But as luck would have it, not an hour later Alan found him in the toilets. He was washing his face over the sink, so what does Alan do? The only thing that seamed logical at the time. He snuck up behind him, clenched his fist, and WHAM!! Brought it down on the back of his head. The kid just happened to be drinking from the tap at that second, his teeth clattered against the metal tap and two were torn from his gums, while another was just cracked.
Alan was expelled later that day, he was grounded for a month, and all his computer games were taken form him. That last one hurt the most. Two weeks later he moved school, but there, he was fresh meat, and much less willing to fight. Being punished for getting his own back had drained his will to fight, or even defend himself. So, he was picked on most of the time. Any fights he did get into, he lost, well most of the time anyway.
As the years went by he grew more quiet and isolated, he rarely made friends. Things continued like this until he was twelve, and moved on to secondary school. He saw some familiar faces, not happy ones either; he hated them about as much as they hated him. So, he fought some more.
By now, his mum and dad had broken up again, permanently this time. She has a new boyfriend, she had met him years ago, but since he was in the army they couldn’t’ start anything then. Things at home got a lot better, but there were still fights, and the police were still called, but things were better.
As time went by, Alan grew sick and tired of not being able to defend himself from a bunch of bullies. His best friend at the time, David, had been going to Tea-Kwon-Do for over five years, and invited him along to watch one day. His first time there, and he was hooked. He started going with his friend twice a week, but since his family was unable to pay for the classes, he got himself a paper route. The money sucked, but it was enough. He eventually got better and better a fighting, and then six months later, he decided to try something new. Weight lifting. Nothing too serous, just some plastic sand filled weights and a barbell to help build his upper body. See, Tea-Kwon-do was very kick oriented, and so while his leg muscles were constantly developing, his upper body wasn’t getting much attention. His stepfather new this, and after six months of bodybuilding put forth the suggestion, Boxing, he even introduced him to the instructor who was an old friend of his. A year later, Alan was a force to be reckoned with. Well, not really. But at least now he had a decent punch, and an even better kick!
And Alan lived his life, he wasn’t very popular, but he had a few girlfriends. But because he was so emotionally closed off, his relationships never lasted longer than a month. He grew from reclusive, to hateful, bitter. He hated school, hated his home, and hated his family. He wanted to go somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t there. A fresh start. And his prayers were answered, his uncle on his mothers side married some yank he had met while on holidays, they planned to moved to the states after their honeymoon. Alan begged and pleaded to be allowed to go with them. At first the answer was of course no, but since he seamed so adamant about moving with them, they eventually relented.
So, after everything was sorted out, passports and other documents, they were off! America, was much more crowded than Scotland. When you think of Scotland, you probably picture big grassy hills, fields and fields of sheep, and shitty ass weather. If so then your spot fucking on. But after a while, he managed to adapt, the worst thing being the time difference, which fucked him over royally for a good while.
Now, the only thing left to do was enrol him in school. They picked the closest one to home, but his uncle and new aunt warned him that school was much different here. They explained how things worked, how dangerous it was. Alan shrugged it off, not really all that concerned and, honestly, not really buying their horror stories. But still, he couldn’t shake that small feeling of dread at the back of his mind…..
::Fighting Information::
Fighting Styles:
- Tea-Kwon-Do.
- Boxing.
Years Practised:
- Tea-Kwon-Do, Two years.
- Boxing, one year.
Strengths: Alan values speed and manoeuvrability more than any thing. He's fast with great reflexes, he has a good kick and knows just where to hit to take someone down. He prefers to use basic attacks and will stick with boxing to start with, but depending on the situation he while bring his legs into play if things get too hairy.
Weaknesses: For all his agility, he lacks the stamina to maintain it for long periods of time. He tires easily you see, so the longer a fight drags out the more of a disadvantage he'll be in. And lets not forget just how skinny the he is, with as little body fat as he has, he has no padding against heavy blows. His bones are damaged easily, and he's just as easy to bruise.