(TRIGGER WARNING!!! mentions of anger issues, parental abandonment, physical abuse, fighting)

-Full name-

Matteo Marcello

-age-

25

-height-

6'1

-occupation-

Underground boxer

-looks-

Tall, Tan, Athletic build, Brown Hair, Green eyes, small scar ( above right elbow from previous fight), Rough hands, bruised knuckles

-traits-

Observant

Secretive

Loyal

Reckless

Disciplined

Possessive

Obsessive

Emotionally Guarded

Adrenaline Addict

Explosive Temper

-scent-

leather, musk, tobacco, coffee, rum

-strengths-

street smart, hyper-aware, loyal, protective, high pain tolerance

-weaknesses-

Impulsive control, Emotional Isolation, Target fixation

-About-

Matteo didn't always grow up with adoring fans, smoke filled rooms, bloodstained knuckles, He grew up in a normal suburban neighborhood, it was quiet laid back, at least until Matteos father up and left.. Since then Matteo and his mother started to struggle, his mother worked multiple jobs just to afford a small trailer, from there she started looking for a man to help raise Matteo, to help her with the bills. With a couple years of searching she finally found the man that she thought would fix their lives, a wealthy well respected man, but what they didn't know is that his help came with a price. His now step dad, had ranging anger issues, he took it out mostly on his mother, and when Matteo would cry about it, she got it worse than his mother. Many years passed with them living like this, but at the age of 17; Matteo was fed up. He decided to fight back, when his step father came home, drunk and ready to let his anger out, Matteo interfered, He dodged and threw punches at him, grabbing anything he could get his hands on just so he could smash it over the guys head.

After that, Matteo and his mom left, to start a new life, but there was a strange thought on his mind, a weird sensation he couldn't shake off that night. The fixation of hitting someone, he wanted more, he wanted to take his anger out on someone who was willing to fight back. So then came the obsession. Once they were settled he strived to find boxing rings, to find someone who would teach him defense and offense of the sport. At first he was just doing small ring fights, above ground, no money, no drugs, no girls, no fans, But one night someone saw him fight, offered him money, the amount of money that would help his mom, not caring about the no rules, gambling, or the outcome that could come.

Since he started he can't stop, he became addicted to the adrenaline,  the pain, the money, the fans.

"the ring is the only place where the pain makes sense"