[hider=Len Boone][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Mmivigc.png[/img][/center]


[color=EEB8BE][u][b]Name[/b][/u][/color]
Len Boone

[color=EEB8BE][u][b]Age[/b][/u][/color]
48

[color=EEB8BE][u][b]Physical Appearance[/b][/u][/color]
Boone is bald, tattooed, muscular, and [i]big[/i]. He is well over six feet tall and has the sort of battered meatiness to his face most boxers have at the end of their career. Boone looks like he's been curling weights and eating canned protein for nearly thirty years because he [i]has[/i], during which time he has also gone to great lengths to painstakingly cover himself from head to toe in threatening tattoos, mostly of weapons, predatory animals, and death-related iconography. When he smiles -- [i]which is often[/i] -- one can see that he has had all of his visible teeth capped in silver, save for his right front tooth, which is missing. Boone's easiest-to-miss detail, though a hard one to not stare at once you've noticed, is that he is missing his right pinkie finger from the second knuckle up, a tell-tale sign of his criminal past. For all his muscle and tattoo ink, his wardrobe seems to consist solely of nonthreatening pink polo shirts.

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[b]Head & Neck[/b]
Cross between eyebrows
Teardrop under left eye
Stick figure angel under right ear
Stick figure devil under left ear
"CUTTHROAT" across neck
"SWING" above "TRUE" on back of neck
Bomb on back of head

[b]Torso[/b]
Broken noose around lower neck/shoulders
Pair of eyes on pecs
Jian below right pec
Barking chained dog's head below left pec
"613" in large gothic font on right side
Black Chinese dragon on left side
"BETTER YOU" above "THAN ME" on abs
Crucifix over a ying-yang on chest
Spider around navel

[b]Back[/b]
Enma Daio portrait covering back

[b]Right Arm[/b]
"GOOD GET DEAD, RATS GET FAT" above rat perched on jawless skull on bicep
Scythe and 13 tallies on forearm
Oni's face on back of forearm
Prayer hands on inner forearm
UFO piloted by martian on back of hand
"HAIL" on knuckles

[b]Left Arm[/b]
"Sick Lee '82 - '01" above "RIP" on bicep
Scorpion on upper forearm
Biscione on forearm
Topless cowgirl holding two pistols on inner forearm
Heart with "NHK" on back of hand
"MARY" on knuckles

[b]Right Leg[/b]
A boy peeing on planet labeled "SIHNON" on upper thigh
Holstered pistol on side of thigh
Three coffins in row on back of thigh
"24 YEARS" above spiderweb on knee
Pair of boots on shin
Shark chasing smaller fish on back of calf

[b]Left Leg[/b]
Fanning geisha pointing at Boone's groin on upper thigh
"KNEEL FOR [s]N[/s]ONE" above star on knee
Line on shin labeled "BOOT DEEP"
"LIVE FAST, DIE YOUNG" above hoverbike on back of calf
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[color=EEB8BE][u][b]Skills[/b][/u][/color]
Boone was trained to fly starships in prison using a flying simulation module, also known among those in-the-know simply as "Sim-flying", popular within Alliance training facilities, amusement parks, and the game rooms of particularly wealthy, doting parents of the core planets. Despite having no experience with actual ships, Boone has logged over twenty years of sim-flight time on nearly every class of transport ship, from city-sized Blue Sun Super Freighters to the smallest Peregrine Class a buyer could want to squeeze themselves into. Accordingly, Boone is an excellent pilot with a working knowledge of dozens of types of ships.

Before Boone was a sim-flying jailbird, he was a high-ranking member of some sort of shadowy interstellar mafia, and accordingly, has a long list of unsavory skills, ranging everywhere from fighting to money laundering to body hiding, though this does not include marksmanship. Boone couldn't hit a target in his best days with anything that didn't spray ten bullets per second, and he has not improved twenty-something years out of practice. Additionally, while he is a huge, strong, and experienced fighter, he has sworn a vow of non-violence and refuses to take a life or inflict even potentially lethal harm on a person.

[color=EEB8BE][u][b]Personality[/b][/u][/color]
Boone is almost sickeningly sweet, a clash with his appearance that most find more off-putting than if he acted like a surly outlaw. He sleeps with a well-loved teddy bear, tends to a small bonsai tree named "Chuck", exclusively refers to people as "Mr. Firstname" or "Dear", and pursues domestic hobbies such as knitting and baking with the same passion as his intense prison workouts. He does not drink, smoke, or curse, which stems from the firm Christian convictions he picked up in prison, and frequently quotes relevant bible passages. He is an optimist able to see the silver lining in anything, from a bad meal (Only bad meal's a missed meal!) to getting robbed (They must need it more than them that don't rob!) though this does not extend to his fear of reincarceration, which borders on paranoia. Boone oftentimes acts like he is still in prison, asking the captain for permission to go to the bathroom, hoarding items under his bed, and crafting strange prison-replacements for things freely available to even the humble standards of China Doll's crew. Additionally, though Boone has grown oddly comfortable with tight, confined spaces for such a giant man, he has a strong phobia of wide-open spaces and refuses to do space walks.

[color=EEB8BE][u][b]History[/b][/u][/color]
You would never guess it (and he would never tell you) but Boone was born on Londinium -- the poorest, most Alliance-neglected ghetto on Londinium -- but Londinium, nonetheless. He had no father, but a hard-handed mother who unsuccessfully tried to keep her son off the streets for as long as possible. Boone started out as the largest of "The Fly Boys", a youth gang on stolen hoverbikes, eventually collecting debts for local bars and bookkeepers throughout his adolescence, graduating to being jumped into a more serious street gang -- the No Hearts Killers -- and later leaving even them for the big leagues of Londinium's organized crime, the Red Fang Clan.

Under the Red Fang, Boone continued working his way up the criminal ladder until his imprisonment at the Urvasi Penal Colony at 24, resulting in a 20 year prison sentence, eventually increased to 24 years for fights and infractions in prison. During this time, two very big things about Boone changed: The focal point of his life became flying starships, and he gave himself up to God. Now, Boone is a strange walking paradox, as threatening-looking as a person can be, but reading aloud to his bonsai all the same.[/hider]