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Lee R. Winship

Age

31

Height

6' 6"

Weight

250 lbs

Job

Hired Muscle

Pronouns

He/Him

Player

Lee

Lee is plagued by bad luck that pushed him to make some pretty sketchy decisions all in the name of simply trying to survive. Unremarkable in many cases, Lee isn’t a genius nor is he in any position of privelage that would allow his hard work and effort to gain him any ground. And when so many hardships piled up and made him feel trapped, Lee took the only route he thought would save his mother. Unfortunately that lead to an unending servitude where he isn’t in control of his own mind. He’s still trapped in his body somewhere, a slave to being nothing but a slobbering muscled and augmented lap dog to a hacker syndicate, but who knows how badly torn his mind is once it’s pried free? From burdened boxer to chained mauler.

Lee had a lot going for him in looks, even if he wasn’t considered handsome, he had enough to his smile and openess that made him magnetic. Some notable features are his rather dark, tan skin, golden eyes, and dark straight hair kept at a somewhat long length. Rather tall amongst regular gravity born humans, Lee was already on the strong side before he was dragged in. Now Lee is at his largest yet, scarred and affixed with many temporary apertures that add lethality to his plain human body. His hands and forearms feature power gauntlets that make his mits absolutely large and terrifying, not only clawed. They can grip hard materials, support his weight, crack thin concrete and crumple bone on a heavy blow. A weird half helm covers half of his head, obscuring an eye and feeding signals through to his brain, turning him into a pliable weapon for the hackers to send out when they need someone to do some physical damage. It can be broken to render him unconscious, but outright sudden removal spells death.

Lee is on a cocktail of synthetics such as steroids that boost his body to create muscle quickly, and retain it. It burns through his calories like crazy, causing Lee to always need to eat, or remain sedated unless he is needed in order to slow his metabolism down.

These metal puncher mits make avoiding Lee’s grasp difficult due to the extra size they give to his hands. Perfect for punching, clawing and grasping. His original hands are within the gauntlets as well, making removal possible so he can use his regular hands. He relies on the gauntlets so much that if they are broken or removed, his hands are inaccurate.

Covering half of Lee’s head, including his eyes, is a helm that is warping his very reality for him, and the source of all his torture. It’s wired into his brain, using shock impulses to elicit actions demanded by his hacker enslavers. It would take extensive surgery to carefully remove this maniacal machinery. It can withstand a decent beating, acting as a helmet for his skull sometimes.

Lee was born on the lower end of the class hierarchy within the slums. While just another kid hoping for more, Lee turned towards his natural gifts of size and strength with the intent of sporting being his way out. Starting young, Lee took on kick boxing to hone himself for the ring all in hopes making it big there would give him enough of a chance to climb the ladder of success. Unfortunately, higher ups own that bloody ladder, and as his mother grew sick and weak from the foul air of his lower sector, Lee was scraping pennies together in hopes of simply getting her medicine. He began accruing debt, betting on fights, and even throwing them for a payout to help his mother. Unfortunately, even thrown fights can sometimes go not as planned. Lee accidentally knocked out his opponent far too early (some say it too was staged in order to collar the man for good) and fell into debt. The solution; offer his service for a time to pay it off. But they never intended for him to ever go free. Once that helm was on… Lee lost himself and his mind sits in stasis, unknown to the actions his body is forced to undertake.