Name: "Names Gero"

Age: "19"

Gender: "I have a pair of balls"

Appearance: "hhhmm, I haven't seen my reflection in a awhile"  Gero is 5'8 ft tall, he is bear footed, wears a pair of dirty gray sweat pants and a gray hoodie, his skin tone seems fair, has black curly hair, his mouth is hide by a simple disposable face mask as his green eyes can be seen clearly.

Personality: "I just slam a rock on this rich asshole's head who called me a pleab"  Gero follow a simple code in life, might makes right, any dispute, is solved with violence, doesn't matter whose rights or wrong, any problem can be resolved with violence in his eyes, and that means any kind, so when someone gets in his way on purpose, they may find themselves being beaten or stabbed half to death with a rock or broken piece of glass, maybe have a junk made weapon in shot at you

Skills/abilities: He is a vicious person, he is adept in the art of environmental combat, and will use anything to win any confrontation, so say he is in a bar fight, he will break chairs and use the broken pieces to stab, usually going for the throat, and oddly enough he fights low on the ground like a animal, he knows wrestling and some boxing, but he will craftilly use any tool or weapon to mix in his arsenal, he improvise in making weapons and has a good aim

Flaws: he is illiterate, and doesn't understand some concepts like mercy, moral, kindness, and family.

Weapons: he has four pair of knifes hidden in his clothing along with a fishing line

Occupation: Mercenary, underground fighter

Backstory: he grew up in the harshest slums of the city wear law, justice, and peace is a joke, where darwism is the law, survival of the fittest, and Gero wanted to live, so he did things like steal, kill, and threaten to his fellow humans, and even today he still believes in survival of the fittest