Here it is. Might update in the future when I get more time to pad him out.


[hider=Buster "Concussion" Buchanan]Name: Buster “Concussion” Buchanan

Appearance:  Seven foot one, about 285 pounds during the season, 300 give or take when off season.  His translucently white skin lay atop a thick layer of fat that surrounds steel cable martial artist's muscle. Bright red hair. Face absolutely covered with freckles and busted apart from years upon years of combat sports. His nose broken six times, his jaw twice, his skull once and a couple other minor fractures have slowly molded his baby face into a truly impressive mug. An expression of unending, bottomless hormonal rage haunts his face when he's in the zone. A dopey innocent grin when he's not. He's a  reputation as a strict, dutiful, yet understanding teacher and role model to his students, which has garnered him a great amount of respect amongst the townspeople. 

Personality: His personality is driven, corely, by his unending, bottomless hormonal rage. As though angst itself rested within his heart personified. His busy life has ground most complex relationships he might have had a chance of maintaining into fine dust, leaving him a ball of stress with one true outlet... Unrelenting poisonous viking bloodlust that can only be sated in Hand to Hand combat. When he stands atop the mat it's easy to think that he has something out for his opponent as his swift motions and denial on principal to pull punches often has the appearance of behaviour intended to hospitalize people. Though to those in the know his sharp reflexes and mastery of his craft leave his opponents seldom more than winded or dizzy, as he is deadly afraid of causing lasting or Debilitating Injury in the name of sport. 
Likes:  Martial Arts, Children, his oldest friend Cody, his only other friend Terence, sweet little Doris at the old folks home, romance novels that he buys, reads in a night, and then throws away in the fishmonger's dumpster, girls.

Dislikes: Losing, adults that gamble on his wrestling matches, the fact that he has so little time that he can't even find any to whack off, stupid fucking Pearl and her shitty husband Gerard at the old folks home, girls. Oh and his mother calling him BuBu.

Hobbies: Martial Arts, his guilty secret addiction to bad romance novels, his guiltier, more secret addiction to writing his own romance novel fanfiction that he will type in the middle of the night and then subsequently delete, 

Background:  Infuriated that the opposite sex wanted nothing to do with him, Buster Buchanan turned to the one thing he had a gigantic body capable of mowing down all opposition. Buster ran undefeated in wrestling regionally, perhaps that was because there were only four other students in his weight class. Statewide he lost twice in his freshman year. Once his Growth Spurt fully arrived he was a national contender each year following, coming second in the nation. Buster in his spare time also studies and teaches Judo and boxing at the youth center. His ability to balance top level sports performance, a record of philanthropic efforts, and to boot a solid 3.11 GPA has garnered him an amount of popularity amongst his peers and something of a cult following by the sport hungry townsfolk that cheered him on around the state and nation. 

However all is not all laurels and accolades for Buster, his expansive extracurricular schedule has taken away all but precious few minutes during his week for social interaction, perhaps once every two or three weeks can he steal more than an hour to spend with friends, let alone try to put in the effort to find a girlfriend. His life is a ball of chaos and despite his love for what he does he had begun to crack under the pressure midway into his senior year, holding on for dear life for the remainder he has decided to cut absolutely loose upon graduation. Maybe even give up on his full ride to OSU and finally do something off schedule, maybe something a little crazy.

Inertial Dampening: His body absorbs kinetic energy after a certain threshold. Anything that hits him hard enough will suddenly lose almost all of its inertia.  This goes both ways, making him unable to hit anything faster than 3 meters per second(a good boxer is between 12 and 20, apparently) without all of the force behind it completely vanishing.
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