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November 1st, 1838 - North Western Missouri
Jonah Hex is born and grows up a regular victim of physical abuse at the hands of Woodson Hex, an embittered alcoholic father, and a regular witness to his mother's own brutal beatings at the hands of the same man. Some small relief that Old Man Woodson found his son made a better punching bag than his wife.

Summer, 1851 - Heading West
Thirteen year old Jonah Hex is growing wild and Woodson takes him off West to turn him in to a proper man. Teach him roping, hunting, riding, all manner of manly pursuits. Sumbitch sells him in to slavery, his idea, to the Mescalero Apache in exchange for safe passage through New Mexico. Apache work him constant until he proved his worth by saving the Chieftain from a wily puma ambush. Jonah is made a full-fledged member of the tribe and adopted by Chieftain but sure enough the Chieftain's blood son, Noh-Tante, grows resentful of his new brother. Both men had their eye on a young woman in the tribe, White Fawn, and it all came to a head during their manhood rite.

Spring, 1854 - New Mexico
Sixteen years old and undergoing the manhood ritual with Noh-Tante that would allow each to take a wife, he is betrayed by his brother while they rustle horses from an enemy tribe, the Kiowa, and is left for dead. Dead he would have been if a Cavalry patrol hadn't happened along. Though the Cavalry mistook him for one of their own they ended up shooting him in the gut and leaving him for dead, once again, when he tried to stop their slaughter of the entire Kiowa tribe. By the time he had been rescued by an old trapper and returned to his tribe's camp they were long gone and he was alone once more.

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"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." ~Ephesians 6:12

Name: Aaron Davis Edwards
Aliases: Strong Arm
Birthday: 2/14/1982
Species: Human
Sex: Male

Appearance:
Aaron Davis Edwards is a short muscular man of 38 years. He has not aged particularly well, his face and body tell the tale of a man who has worked long hard hours in exhausting work. Black hair in a short fade, eternally refreshed Five O Clock Shadow, and thick bushy eyebrows. His heritage is unclear, perhaps Puerto Rican, maybe Dominican, maybe Caribbean, maybe just a thickly featured white guy with a really good tan. Working class and proud he dresses simply and sensibly.

As Strong Arm he is the same height, but his muscular build is enhanced. He goes from appearing as a man who takes care of himself to appearing like an Olympic Athlete, a wrestler or gymnast perhaps. His costume is a Wrestling Singlet worn under some thick uniform pants. He wears a Dark Red Wrestling mask with yellow accents around eyes and yellow stitching.

Personality:

Biography:
Aaron Davis Edwards was born in 1982 in Washington D.C. and has lived there his entire life in the shadow of much power and wealth he watched his mother struggle alone to provide for him. He didn't come to truly appreciate what she had gone through until his own daughter was born and he struggled with his wife, Maggie, to bring her up right.

never knew who his father was. got shit for that growing up. indeterminate race. mother didnt want to talk about it.

Powers:
Formidable Hand-To-Hand Combatant capable of a mixture of various martials arts strikes, wrestling techniques, and acrobatic manuevers.
Peak Human: strength, speed, stamina, durability, resistance to physical injury, and minor healing factor.
Slight Variable Muscle Mass: Strong Arm's body musculature increases in size from an average build to a high level gymnast's build when his heart rate goes up.

Other:

Theme:
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Aaron Davis Edwards was born in 1982 in Washington D.C. and has lived there his entire life in the shadow of much power and wealth he watched his mother and father struggle to provide for him and as of late has found himself doing much the same for his own child.

Name: Danger, Danger Fontaine
Epithet: Masked and Mustachioed Macho...Guy
Age: 32
Height: 6'4" pounds of towering manliness
Weight: 246 pounds of raw hard muscle slathered in baby oil
Race: Human
Dominant Hand: Right

Weapons-
All of Danger's weapons are fashioned from cheap steel and are designed to break easily. They are carted down to the ring in a shopping car.


Equipment-

The Man Known As Danger, Danger Fontaine, wears upon his person:


Appearance-

Danger, Danger Fontaine is a thickly muscled well tanned man and is never seen without an indulgent quantity of baby oil ensuring each and ever muscle fiber glistens under the stadium lights as does his perfectly manicured mustache. His build is best described as mercilessly powerful and massively sexual.

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Personality-
Danger...Danger Fontaine. A self obsessed obnoxiously narcissistic professional wrestler, his greatest strength is also his greatest weakness. He is loud, because it is important that the millions and millions of fans, all slavering at the bit for just a little more Danger, hear each and every syllable of each and every word. He is self aggrandizing because who knows Danger better than Danger himself? He is light hearted and often cracks terrible terrible jokes, because he is THE MAN. He is the top, the pinnacle, the apex, the peak, the asymptote, the azimuth, the hyperbole, he is the the man and the only way to be THE MAN is to beat THE MAN and the only man who can beat THE MAN is THE MAN, which is him, thus he is unbeatable. Ask anyone, they'll tell you. In the unlikely event he is one day beaten he is magnanimous in defeat because he knows, HE KNOWS, that belt is meant for one man and one man alone. THE MAN, which is him, Danger, Danger Fontaine, aka THE MAN. The Macho...Guy.

Background-
Danger, Danger Fontaine dreamed through all of his childhood of becoming a professional wrestler and eventually managed to make his dream come true. Growing up in South Dakota he knew from a young age that he was destined for greatness and the greatest greatness he could envision was becoming a massive slab of tanned and oiled muscle body slamming other, lesser, tanned and oiled massive muscle slabs for the entertainment and adoration of the million and millions watching at home. Happily fueled on by the antics of his wrestling idols, action movies, and neigh every book and training program advertised in the back of comic books, he grew muscleyier and muscleyier as his dream became an inevitable future.

He worked his way up through the indies gaining a reputation as an enormous ass, but an ass who put asses in seats. Which is the best kind of ass. Taking inspiration from his idols from America and the world abroad he fashioned for himself a number of easily recognized moves and a very recognizable physique. Muscles, Muscles, Mask and Mustache. In time he made his way to the premier federation of the United States and found great success. As well as he did he faced many injuries and eventually ended up as too big of a liability to the company to remain. This was likely a wise move as his massive ego led to him suffering many injuries that would have sidelined him if he weren't just such an egomaniac. Finally one day his undeniable superiority, ceaseless impossibly hyperbolic bragging, and need to pay some bills brought him to Undisputed Pro Wrestling.

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Character Name: Shel "Surefoot" Applewood

Race/Species: Halfling (Formerly of the Moot)

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Career (if any) and Skills:
While protecting the borders of his home in the Moot as a Fieldwarden Shel spent much time learning to forage for ingredients and to cook traditional Halfling dishes. His culinary interests proved greater than the simple paletes of his people, who never appreciated his genius, leading him to venture out into the world. In the years that followed, working as a Ranger, he learned much about tracking and hunting. When things became difficult he took the opportunity to further research such interests as climbing up cliff sides, camouflaging into his environment, moving stealthily away from danger, hiding until that danger passed, and wishing the baddies would just please go away. His time as a Ranger amidst a Mercenary company taught him to read and write at a basic level in the style of the Empire or of Bretonnians, and more importantly helped him become an accomplished map maker. In battle, he is quite useful at distracting and delaying as well as scouting and fleeing. Shel is quite handy at a distance with either bow or sling, he is passable in close quarters using a dirk as a sword. In a one on one situation with little place to hide, he will likely quickly assist the party by running away from his foe, granting his party an opportunity to ambush that foe as they had most definitely discussed beforehand.

Weapons:
Shel carries a well made but quite basic dirk in a Halfling sized buckled belt he had custom made for him. He likes the way he looks with it, like a proper adventurer, but seldom uses it as he prefers to keep his distance. For that purpose he carries a particularly short shortbow on his back with a small quiver of arrows and often has a sling wrapped around a shoulder or around his quiver. He has a small number of quite heavy metal octagonal projectiles with sharp edges.

Attire:
He wears a light green tunic with a brown leather apron over it and brown pants, held up by a custom made Halfling sized buckled belt with a sheathe for his dirk. He often wears a chef's hat he bestowed upon himself and carries a large (to him) leather backpack with a padded shoulder strap.

Equipment/Other:
Shel has long traveled with a mule, their size being more appropriate for him. He also finds them to be smarter and more nimble than a small horse or pony. He carries in his backpack a small assortment of items useful to him in cooking and map making. It doesn't hold much but the party can generally procure most of what they need when they stop.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):
Shel has very light green eyes and a mop of curly reddish brown hair. He cannot grow much of a beard, virtually no beard at all in fact, but has voluptuous mutton chops. He is slightly skinny for a halfling, which leads some to question his cooking ability but they simply don't appreciate his genius. He stands at 3'4, right about average for a Halfling.

Mental Description/Personality:
Shel thinks quite highly of himself, believing that he holds himself to quite a high standard, and holds others to that same standard. Despite the realities of the situation he often sees himself as brave and appreciates as much in others. He is very proud of his brave approach to the culinary arts and while he will not hold it against those whose paletes are woefully undeveloped he takes quite a liking to anyone properly appreciative of his abilities. He is a very happy drunk and quite susceptible to flattery.

Background/History:
Shel Applewood led the happy safe life that it typical of his people. Halfling's don't take up much space, enjoying homes that are small and cozy (even for them) rather than vast and expansive, and that coupled with their famous hospitality allows them to get along rather well. As a young man Shel wanted to follow in the footsteps of his parents who ran a famous bed and breakfast, he wanted to become a famous Chef. At the age of 24 he came to realize that he had gone as far as he would as a Chef without leaving the Moot. The chefs of the Moot lacked the bravery needed to step beyond the shallow pool of their knowledge. Even at such a young age he could learn no more from them. They lacked the courage to try new ingredients and to take brave actions. He would not dedicate the next twenty years of his life to recreating recipes created decades ago by amateurish Halflings who had never ventured beyond the Moot. He would not follow in the their footsteps, but rather would blaze a trail of his own.

Always a rather curious Halfling, Shel seized the opportunity when a large mercenary company was passing through his town. He prepared a particularly sumptuous meal for the company and presented it to them himself, explaining what he had made and how he had prepared it. He had hoped the leader, a stern faced man well past his youth, would hem and haw and heap praises upon him, but instead they simply ate their meals quickly and headed to their rooms. He had given up hope when the mercenary groups second in command came into the kitchen and invited him into the company. They had long had stomach issues, but his cooking had cleaned them straight out. How had he known?

They were not what you would call a friendly group, but alongside them Shel was able to explore the world and devise recipes of his own. He had learned of many long lost practices. He had learned of the proper use of many little known spices. As a Halfling he was rather dexterous and among a crew of humans, particularly among a crew of often drunken humans, he learned how to stay out of the way and (remembering again that they were drunk lonely men) how to stay hidden. On his trips out from camp to gather flora and hunt he learned to scout out the road ahead, and in order to better scout he learned to draw maps. With the tiny hands he was given at birth and the attention to detail he had learned as a cook a regular piece of paper was a canvas, he found to his delight that he was able to make maps that were uniquely intricate.

Since then he has always traveled, his skills as a mapmaker and scout overpowering the curious nature of his cooking. In time the peasants he travels with may come to appreciate his brilliant culinary accomplishments. His last party had proved quite resistant to sampling his latest masterpieces and so he set out to find a new company more appreciative of his adventurous cooking.