[hider=Korrey Brooks]
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[b]Name:[/b] Korrey Brooks
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Wishword:[/b] "Alive"
[b]Personality:[/b] Korrey is, despite his rather intimidating physique, literally one of the kindest people you'll likely ever meet. Energetic, honest to a fault, always willing to lend people a hand if they need it and trusting of nearly anyone he meets, most people who get to start to get to know Korrey would think that he couldn't possibly hurt a fly. That is, until you see him get into a fight, which shouldn't be long because if there is one thing that Korrey loves to do, it's fight. Not something controlled and managed, like martial arts or wrestling, but full out-and-out brawling that leaves one or both people battered, bruised, and bloody. 

He couldn't tell you what it is about a good brawl that gets him so excited that it can honestly be a little terrifying, especially with how unabashedly brutal he can be in a fight. Growing up as part of a gang, Korrey doesn't really abide by many codes fo honor and is more than willing to sink to low blows, crotch shots, and more in order to gain whatever edge he can, even if it means possibly injuring himself in order to do so.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Standing at an imposing 6'6, Korrey's solid frame cuts a rather intimidating figure, something that isn't helped by the scars he's gathered across his body from numerous altercations with rival gang members and just general daredevil antics that he commits often in his search for that sweet adrenaline rush. Often dressed in a dirty looking jacket, ripped jeans, and very worn looking graphic tee. Underneath the jacket, one will find a number of tattoos inked upon Korrey's arms that, along with hid dyed red hair, is one of the few bits of self-expression he shows. The tattoo's also spread onto his torso area a little bit as well.

[b]Talents:[/b] Due to his time running with a gang, Korrey has learned a few tricks here and there. The most notable here would probably that he isn't that bad with his hands, able to lockpick most doors he's come across within5-15 seconds with the proper tools. He's also very athletic, having participated in track and field when he still went to school, as well as some parkour(which is how he got a good chunk of his scars as well). He's also pretty good at driving a motorcycle, tho that probably won't come up too often.

[b]Background:[/b]Korrey is no one special, and throughout his life that is what he's told people only to have him think he's merely being humble or modest. And while there is some truth to that, Korrey having never been one to brag, Korrey is really just that pessimisitc about his own life. He's just another kid growing up in a shit neighborhood ith no father in the household, a stressed mom trying to keep them both of the streets, and more free time than he knows what to do with. And while for some this situation makes them want to try and rise above their roots, to struggle and strive to beat expectations, to prove themselves as something more than just another statistic, Korrey just. . . accepted it. For him, there was really no point in looking to the future, so he only cared to live in the moment. There was never forethought on what consequences his actions could have, no voice cautioning him about repercussions, only the act of living in the moment and doing everything in his power to help others live their lives to the fullest as well.

And such his life went about as could be expected, a wild ride of camaraderie, bad decisions, and reckless actions that led to a sudden( and in his eyes, inevitable) end as he found himself on the wrong side of a gun barrel. Two shots later, and Korrey left this world bleeding out in a back alley alone, left by his so-called friends as soon as they heard the calls of sirens. Some tried to stay behind to help him, only to be taken away by others for fear of what they might say if they got caught. And yet, despite this, Korrey felt no ill-will towards his former friends as he watched them leave at a break\neck pace down the back alley streets. Why would he?

He was no one special. No one special at all.
[b]Equipment:[/b] Bloodstained White Robes
Aged Wood Staff
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