Buchanan

Michael Buchanan

Brawler // Ex-Animals member // Fugitive

Name	Michael Buchanan
Role	Solo
Occupation	Brawler/Bodyguard
Status	Active
Affiliation	Animals

Appearance

Slow, heavy movements mark the 6'5" (195 cm) frame standing in front of you—the deliberate pace of a man who has spent years working the streets and no longer feels the need to impress anyone. His bearing is rough and blunt, matching a coarse disposition that shows in both posture and presence. It isn’t his height that makes him stand out in a crowd, but the massive, thick span of his shoulders, broad enough to give him a slightly oversized, almost gargantuan appearance.

A pair of green eyes above a slightly crooked nose and the proud jut of a strong jaw complete what could be a handsome face if it weren't for the ugly almost perma-sneer on his full lips. Smooth black skin is the cover of this man's body. Adorning his head is buzzed straight onyx hair, narrow enough to look like a very short mohawk. His left ear looks permanently damaged with slight cauliflower ear.

A black long-sleeved shirt is made from a light-weight knit fabric that is warm enough to stave off the chill but not too heavy to impede movement or get too warm, hugging the torso comfortably. It is a pull-over style shirt with a rounded collar with three buttons down the front, also in black. It has an even hem-line and comfortable cuffs at the wrists. He is wearing a large brown leather bomber jacket that manages to hang a little loose on his frame. The flashes of interior that can be spied are of a black cotton-wool material.

A pair of relaxed-fit jeans is belted around his waist in a looser fit that allows for plenty of protection from the sturdy sky blue fabric but also range of motion for climbing, and running. They look well-stitched with a front zipper and button enclosure, a pair of front pockets, and a smaller pair of back pockets. On his feet, he wears a pair of black leather combat boots. Able to take a scuffing and keep scuffling, they lace up tight a little past his ankles, with heavy black soles to give him traction, tread, and threat.

Background

Born in 2034 in the rotting bones of Pacifica, he never knew a soft day. His mother ran with a low-tier Animals crew until a rival boostergang left her bleeding out in a flooded parking structure when he was nine and his pops was nowhere to be seen. The Animals took him in the only way they knew how—threw him into the deep end and told him to swim or drown. He swam.