SEX: MALE
HGT: SIX FEET//TWO INCHES
WGT: 250 UNIT-POUNDS
EYES: RED [AUGMENTED]
HAIR: BALD [AUGMENTED]
MODS:[Y/N] Y
AUGS:[Y/N] N
AGE: 38 YEARS
OCC: OWNER-PROPRIETOR-MANAGER//Wright's Watering Hole
Brief History: Guy Wright grew up on the receiving end of his father's failing business ventures-- Namely a little bar that had existed under the family name for what would soon be two generations. Every time his old man had to cut profits, it usually showed in his temper. Guy never resented his father, of course; he was only trying to make a living and keep his kid on the up-and-up, and Guy was only trying to make a living when he inherited the bar and decided that serving drinks to the occasional construction worker wasn't going to cut it.
He got involved in organized crime and, as one thing led to another, ended up earning the good faith of his 'gang boss'. He was an older fella and took well to the task of filling in the blanks in Guy's natural aptitude for running their small time jobs. When the First Boss passed on, Guy had already earned the friendship of nearly everyone else in the gang. There was only a little arguing over who would run the books and tell people what to do from now on, and a kick in the pants from Guy settled that dispute quickly enough.
Under Guy's leadership, things changed. Old members were slowly weeded out in order to make way for more level-headed people that Guy liked to refer to as "more intellectual fellas". The size of the gang dwindled, but the quality of its recruits rose dramatically. No more cracked-out hotshots addicted to the same stuff they were selling, or wannabe pimps that just wanted to slap as many "aesthetic" augments onto their girls as possible, regardless of the hazards that entailed. Guy had more bizzare things in mind than the simple shit every other boss in low-town was pulling.
It happened slowly, at first. Boxing matches between guys who had a score to settle, then knife fights where whoever drew first blood got a load of cash. Eventually gamblers started rolling in and Guy had to renovate his bar in order to accomodate the dozens of patrons his little scene was starting to pull. Before anyone knew it, nobody called Guy by his name anymore; he was simply Boss, and he was the full-time gang boss of a gladiator arena, bar, and drug den that operated in the slums of Prax.
Guy tried to run as clean of a joint as he could. He approved of a little blood sport-- Always said people were at their truest when they were bleeding-- But the drugs and hookers that kept sleezing up his den had to go. The night when he hired one of his gladiators to do a hit on his own bar was the night everyone learned exactly what kind of boss the Boss was.
Lesser crime lords that got burned by the casualties would call it a slaughter, but in truth it was no more than two or three corpses. Just enough to make his point clear: This is a reputable place, and you'll abide by my honour code while you're here. The boys in the ring aren't just for show-- They can shed blood in the streets just as well as they do in those cage fights.
Mods/Augs (If applicable):
-UNIT EYES//REPLACEMENT DUE TO SEVERE CATARACTS//MUNDANE
-SKULL ENCASED//MILITARY-GRADE STEEL/TITANIUM//PERSONAL PROTECTION
-AUGMENTED ARM//CIVILIAN-CONTRACTOR POWERLIFTER//EXTREME LOAD BEARING CAPACITY//HIDDEN COMPARTMENT W/ COMBAT KNIFE