Full name:
Duke Luther
Nicknames:
The Beast, Tank
Age:
Twenty-five
Likes:
Knives, fighting, women, guns, cars, his beloved pit bull, Wolf, hitting the gym and other various forms of exercise, Lola and his daughter Tegan with all his heart, even though he has never been able to show it.
Dislikes:
Being told what to do (other than the leader of the gang), wimps, fools, authority in general, his father for giving up the search for his mother's killer.
Appearance:
His arms and chest are covered in various cigarette burns, knuckles covered in scars from broken glass and broken bones. He has a stab wound scar in his back, a skull on fire tattoo on his upper arm, and a tattoo of Wolf on his forcep. His tongue and eyebrow are pierced. His hair is dark and falls just below his ice blue eyes. He is very lean, but extremely fit from constantly working out. His face almost always has at least a five-oclock shadow. He stands at around six foot and two inches tall, towering over anyone who tries to stand up to him.
Addiction:
Meth, cocaine, alcohol, cigarettes, women, fighting.
Personality:
Dark, cold, reserved. He can be very selfish, especially when it comes to getting his fix. He is very protective of his dog, Wolf, a purebred blue pitbull. He is a bit of a womanizer, and enjoys female company. He gets tense around males, unless he knows them personally. He is extremely competitive, and always wants to have power over everyone, with extremely rare exceptions. When he has had his fix, he is easier to deal with when compared to how he is when he hasn't. If he's suffering withdrawals, or just can't seem to find a fix, he is overly irritable and goes on rampages. If anyone even passes him a glance he doesn't like, he'll snap at them, asking for a fight, and often ends up in one. And often wins.
History:
Born into a poverish broken family, Duke is no stranger to the gang life. His father was in a gang, and Duke was accepted in a young age. In iniciation, he was stabbed with cigarettes and told that if he didn't kill the hit he was given, his mother would be slaughtered in front of him. He struggled through it, but it got easier the more he did it. By the time he was 16, his heart grew cold and never gave it a second thought. It was kill or be killed. By the age of 17, he was already far addicted to cocaine, snorting line after line, injecting it, whatever he could do to get the high. At the age of 18, he was introduced to his demon, meth. He was instantly addicted, and it wasn't long before he was loading bowl after bowl every day. Not long after that, he began injecting.
By the age of 20, he was nominated for second in command in the gang. He took it with honor and pride. No one fucked with him, and if they did, they never did again. He was well known in the city, mostly by his nicknames. He was constantly getting into bar fights and having scandalous sex with crack addicted women. He had it all, or at least all he thought. He had even met Taryn and for some reason, she had taken some liking to him. He barely remembers the night they met, a drug fueled haze. They somehow ended up in a relationship and she ended up pregnant, and she had decided to keep it. Since then, their relationship had been shaky, it's highs high as he was, and lows as low as the pit he trapped himself in. One night after stumbling back home from the bar, beaten and bloody after a good tumble in the bar, he gets a call from his boss. His mother had been shot in a drive-by by their rival gang. He was devastated and hot with anger and vowed to seek revenge in every way possible. His drug addiction skyrocketed, and he was rarely seen without cocaine up his nose and meth in his blood.
For the next couple years, he was obsessively trying to figure out who murdered his mother and track them down, to no avail. He often takes his rage out at home, his five year old daughter witnessing her own father sky high, fueled with rage, destroying her home, her mother sometimes falling victim to his rage. Deep down, he doesn't mean to, but with his mind so fogged, he can barely control his actions.
By the age of 20, he was nominated for second in command in the gang. He took it with honor and pride. No one fucked with him, and if they did, they never did again. He was well known in the city, mostly by his nicknames. He was constantly getting into bar fights and having scandalous sex with crack addicted women. He had it all, or at least all he thought. He had even met Taryn and for some reason, she had taken some liking to him. He barely remembers the night they met, a drug fueled haze. They somehow ended up in a relationship and she ended up pregnant, and she had decided to keep it. Since then, their relationship had been shaky, it's highs high as he was, and lows as low as the pit he trapped himself in. One night after stumbling back home from the bar, beaten and bloody after a good tumble in the bar, he gets a call from his boss. His mother had been shot in a drive-by by their rival gang. He was devastated and hot with anger and vowed to seek revenge in every way possible. His drug addiction skyrocketed, and he was rarely seen without cocaine up his nose and meth in his blood.
For the next couple years, he was obsessively trying to figure out who murdered his mother and track them down, to no avail. He often takes his rage out at home, his five year old daughter witnessing her own father sky high, fueled with rage, destroying her home, her mother sometimes falling victim to his rage. Deep down, he doesn't mean to, but with his mind so fogged, he can barely control his actions.
Other:
He still has yet to find out who killed his mother, and it fuels his addiction. He has a nervous habit of playing with his switchblade. He never leaves the house without it and his pistol. His father is top dog of the gang, and Duke is the heir, however his father fears that Duke's need for revenge will make him unfit to take over.
Theme Song:
Strange Behavior - Feed Me ft. Tasha Baxter
Do you ever get that feeling
That you think you're gonna die
When your heart's imminent beating
Makes you want to cry
When you feel you can't go on
With this somber life
Every time you get close to the top
You fall
Crashing down from the sky
Do you ever get that feeling
When you think you're gonna die
When your heart's sitting and beating
Makes you want to cry
Stranger behaviour
Do you ever feel that sinking in your stomach to the floor
When your hands won't stop the shaking
And you can't take any more
When everything you've lived for
Just walked out the door
Every time you get close to the top
You fall
Crashing down from the sky
Do you ever feel that sinking in your stomach to the floor
When your hands won't stop the shaking
And you can't take any more
Do you ever get that feeling
That you think you're gonna die
When your heart's imminent beating
Makes you want to cry
When you feel you can't go on
With this somber life
Every time you get close to the top
You fall
Crashing down from the sky
Do you ever get that feeling
When you think you're gonna die
When your heart's sitting and beating
Makes you want to cry
Stranger behaviour
Do you ever feel that sinking in your stomach to the floor
When your hands won't stop the shaking
And you can't take any more
When everything you've lived for
Just walked out the door
Every time you get close to the top
You fall
Crashing down from the sky
Do you ever feel that sinking in your stomach to the floor
When your hands won't stop the shaking
And you can't take any more