âI'll destroy all that you love.â
Name: Mason Dixon
Pronunciation:Mase-Son Dix-un
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Build: Muscular but lean. He only weighs 150, but he's it's almost all muscle.
Team:Varsity
Power: N/A
Appearance: Mason is handsome, to say the least. His blonde hair and blue eye look gives him a very "Clean cut American" stereotype. His tan skin and muscular build only helps to increase this persona. However if one were to take away hos clothes, they'd find a different story. His body is criss crossed with scars of battles from long ago and his nose is slightly bent from being broken. But hardly anyone, except his team, got to see this side of him.
Demeanor: Mason is loud. VERY loud. His opinions come often, and they hit hard. However that doesn't mean that he is obnoxious. A great many people enjoy Mason's company, and even consult him on their problems.
Fears: Mason doesn't fear much of anything, he's had the fears beaten out of him.
Weapon of Choice:Mason prefers to fight by hand. His father trained him to be a fighter, and a fighter he is.
Armor/Apparel: He wears quarterback pads, which he stole from another school a long time ago. They're light, and barely cover his entire torso. However it allows him to run faster and be lighter then any other armor he could wear. Over top of this he wears a large black vest which he keeps any tools he needs in.
Combat Overview:Mason is a born and trained fighter. His father has taught him how to be proficient in two martial arts, and at least handy with almost any weapon you can get your hands on in an Arena. However he has one weak point. He won't kill. He will incapacitate them, rather then killing them. Even going so far as to leave enemies tied up and leave them sitting in the open, anything to avoid the killing.
Personal History: Mason's father was cruel. He'd always been cruel. From the time he was born, he knew exactly what he wanted Mason to be. A Struggle Star. So he taught him. From the age of three he had him on several muscle enhancing drugs, and had already signed him up for children's karate. By age nine he had his advanced red belt, and by ten he was a black belt. He continually trained, never giving thoughts to grades nor other people. His father did other things as well. He trained him to be painless. He whipped him daily, so that he knew pain, and welcomed it even. He took away any friends he ever had, and made sure that he had no one to relate to. He put him through horrible metal abuse, so nothing could make him anything but the best Struggler in the world. But he could never make him kill. After his father found out that he hadn't killed anyone in his first Struggle, he was infuriated. He beat him nonstop that year, brainwashing him into thinking killing was okay. But when the next year came, and he had the opportunity to kill, he didn't take it. He never would. And after he won, in only his sophomore year, his father couldn't have been happier. Since then he hasn't lost a single match, and it didn't seem like he was going to at any time.