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[indent][sup][b]Name:[/b] Dante Stroud
[b]Age:[/b] 34
[b]Sex:[/b] Male
[b]Height:[/b] 6'3
[b]Weight:[/b] 198lbs
[b]Eyes:[/b] [color=5dadec]Clear blue[/color]
[b]Physique:[/b] Sinewy strong
[b]Hair:[/b] Close cropped fade, spiked top
[b]Skin:[/b] weathered and worn
[b]Colour:[/b] [colour=FF7518]FF7518[/colour]
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Dante's story doesn't begin in the slums or the clouds, it begins in a cell. By the time Project Genesis was conceived, he had already spent considerable years behind bars, stamped with charges thick enough to bury him for life, and beyond.

Aggravated assault with extreme violence and a deadly weapon.
Kidnapping.
Torture.
Multiple homicides.
Suspected mutilation of remains.
Cannibalism.

The file reads like a warning label, but the truth of it is impossible to pin down. Some say half the charges were fabricated, others that the record doesn't capture the worst of what he's done. Ask ten different people and you'll hear ten different versions of who Dante Stroud really is: a killer, a scapegoat, a survivor, a monster.

Prison did not soften him. It sharpened him. He learned to live wound tight, never the bottom dog, always ready to strike first and harder. Violence became a kind of language, and somewhere along the way he learned to enjoy speaking it. Not sadism, survival. The laugh that breaks from him in the middle of a fight isn't an act, it's the hardwired joy of someone who only feels alive when the blood's pumping and the stakes are survival.

When the lottery for Project Genesis came, Dante should never even been entered. Prisoners weren't candidates. Yet somehow, his name appeared. A glitch, a mistake, a system cracked wide open? However it happened, he won.

To the council, it was a bureaucratic embarrassment. To the settlers, a source of overwhelming unease. No one knows what's true about him, and that uncertainty lingers like smoke. Is he a murderer, or simply a fighter? Maybe even a predator...

Dante doesn't waste time answering questions. He doesn't care if they call him dangerous, psycho, or mistake his grin for madness. He's free, and he intends to survive this world the same wat he survived the last, one fight at a time.
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[*]Standard [colour=FF7518]prison jumpsuit.[/colour] (worn, faded)
[*]prison boots (cheap leather, rubber soled)
[*]makeshift shiv (confiscated upon search)[/list]
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Dante lives in survival mode. Years behind bars conditioned him into a man who never relaxes, never yields, and never lets himself be the bottom dog. He's restless, sharp-edged, and quick to escalate if challenged, if someone shoves, he shoves harder. The habit kept him alive in prison, but makes him volatile in the eyes of everyone else.

He is not quiet or cold; he's wired, keyed-up, and prone to bursts of laughter that make people freeze. His enjoyment of violence is real, but it isn't sadism, it's learned. A coping mechanism turned into reflex. Fighting is the one place he feels alive and free. Until now.

To the settlers around him, he's dangerous, a psycho waiting to snap. And yet, beneath the menace, Dante does want to help. He wants to be useful, to be more than the record and the whispers. He just doesn't know how to bridge the gulf of mistrust, and so he leans on the only language he's fluent in anymore: strength, fear, and survival.
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[hider=OOC Notes - Behind The Record]
[indent]Every charge against Dante Stroud is a fabrication, all but one.

When he was young, he killed a man. Not for money. Not for power. He did it to protect his younger sister from a different kind of predator. The man he struck down had connections, family in high places, influence that reached far beyond the streets. That single act of defence, a desperate attempt to shield the only person he loved, sealed his fate.

The system made sure he would never see the light of day again. His record swelled with additions: multiple homicides, organised violence, whisper's of cannibalism, incitement. A catalogue of horrors designed to bury him in maximum security, erasing the truth beneath layers of ink and lies. 

The one murder was real. The rest were not. But by the time Project Genesis opened it's lottery, the distinction no longer mattered. Dante Stroud was already a ghost, a monster on paper. He should never have been chosen, but the glitch pulled him through the cracks. 

Now, every suspicious glance, every flinch when he laughs, is a reminder: the others only know the record. and the record is a lie.[/indent][/hider][/hider]