Knuckles Callahan

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Full Name: *he looks up coldly, putting one fist around the other and cracking the knuckles in his large hands absently* Conrad Callahan, but 'round here dey call me Knuckles. *though his face betrays it, he's actually trying his best not to laugh* *he loves playing the tough guy role and has had plenty of experience with it*

Age: *he glowers menacingly* *he's eighteen and messing with you*

Appearance: What? Ya can't tell? *he raises his eyebrows in agitation but his chiseled face quickly dissolves into a grin, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth* Bout average height, 5'9", 5'10" I s'pose. *he smiles again, more gently now, and his hazel eyes shine* Brown hair. *he shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders, running a hand over his hair. It's a medium brown, lighter in parts from spending his days under the sun* *Knuckles is not too hard on the eyes, a fact which he is aware of and has gotten him into trouble in the past; he is somewhat vain about his appearance, in part because of being coddled by his mother*

Background: *a smirk pulls at his lips* I'm from Jersey. But, ahhh... *his face grows serious and his eyes flick downward* I ran away. *not by choice* My ma's back in Jersey City. I ran inta some trouble few years ago... *he trails off, rubbing a hand over his fist; what he's not telling is the years he spent boxing on the streets* *after his father's death, Conrad discovered prize fighting as a means of supporting his mother and older sister, but an image-damaging fall-out involving bribes, gangs, a rigged fight, and prostitution drove him from New Jersey* Came ta Manhattan an' found me way up ta Harlem *he smiles at the word*. Guess things worked out pretty good cuz here I am, leader of da East Harlem Newsboys. *he shrugs, smiling calmly*

Relationships: Well, ya can't like ev'ryone, an' ev'ryone ain't gonna like you, but we got some good people here. *he nods soberly, lost in thought* *brightening* I try ta keep up wid all da boys 'round hea. Costello's a good guy, so's Colteaux, O'Malley, O'Leary, an' Sanderson. An' Needle, Muse, Mess, an' da McGowans, Cody an' Memphis. *sighs* But dey've moved on. Still try an' see 'em now an' den though. Oh, and of course me an' Murphy are like dis. *he crosses his first and middle finger and grins slyly* *they really aren't like "this" at all; Ruse hates him* And... *his expression grows slightly sheepish and he smiles* dere's Blue Skies ova at da girls' house. *he mumbles something that sounds a lot like "girlfriend"*

Other notes: *Knuckles got to his position of power by being three things: manipulating, charming, and a great fighter. Some, including Knuckles, would argue that those first two are the same thing: charm. Not to say the boy lacks a conscience, but he's intelligent and knows how to get what he wants, though he may seem somewhat spineless to some. Knuckles thinks in a rather compartmentalized manner; he wouldn't be able to live with himself otherwise because at heart he's a good guy and just wants to please. He was a very talented boxer, and the sport taught him more than just how to throw a good right hook; it taught him how to get inside the opponents head.*

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Full Name:	he looks up coldly, putting one fist around the other and cracking the knuckles in his large hands absently Conrad Callahan, but 'round here dey call me Knuckles. though his face betrays it, he's actually trying his best not to laugh he loves playing the tough guy role and has had plenty of experience with it
Age:	he glowers menacingly he's eighteen and messing with you
Appearance:	What? Ya can't tell? he raises his eyebrows in agitation but his chiseled face quickly dissolves into a grin, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth Bout average height, 5'9", 5'10" I s'pose. he smiles again, more gently now, and his hazel eyes shine Brown hair. he shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders, running a hand over his hair. It's a medium brown, lighter in parts from spending his days under the sun Knuckles is not too hard on the eyes, a fact which he is aware of and has gotten him into trouble in the past; he is somewhat vain about his appearance, in part because of being coddled by his mother
Background:	a smirk pulls at his lips I'm from Jersey. But, ahhh... his face grows serious and his eyes flick downward I ran away. not by choice My ma's back in Jersey City. I ran inta some trouble few years ago... he trails off, rubbing a hand over his fist; what he's not telling is the years he spent boxing on the streets after his father's death, Conrad discovered prize fighting as a means of supporting his mother and older sister, but an image-damaging fall-out involving bribes, gangs, a rigged fight, and prostitution drove him from New Jersey Came ta Manhattan an' found me way up ta Harlem he smiles at the word. Guess things worked out pretty good cuz here I am, leader of da East Harlem Newsboys. he shrugs, smiling calmly
Relationships:	Well, ya can't like ev'ryone, an' ev'ryone ain't gonna like you, but we got some good people here. he nods soberly, lost in thought brightening I try ta keep up wid all da boys 'round hea. Costello's a good guy, so's Colteaux, O'Malley, O'Leary, an' Sanderson. An' Needle, Muse, Mess, an' da McGowans, Cody an' Memphis. sighs But dey've moved on. Still try an' see 'em now an' den though. Oh, and of course me an' Murphy are like dis. he crosses his first and middle finger and grins slyly they really aren't like "this" at all; Ruse hates him And... his expression grows slightly sheepish and he smiles dere's Blue Skies ova at da girls' house. he mumbles something that sounds a lot like "girlfriend"
Other notes:	Knuckles got to his position of power by being three things: manipulating, charming, and a great fighter. Some, including Knuckles, would argue that those first two are the same thing: charm. Not to say the boy lacks a conscience, but he's intelligent and knows how to get what he wants, though he may seem somewhat spineless to some. Knuckles thinks in a rather compartmentalized manner; he wouldn't be able to live with himself otherwise because at heart he's a good guy and just wants to please. He was a very talented boxer, and the sport taught him more than just how to throw a good right hook; it taught him how to get inside the opponents head.