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Forn Clakes
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Joined: 10 Mar 2009
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2.00 Experience
Location: Middle of Nowhere, England
Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:28 am
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Darren Nash has travelled across the States following his dream of becoming a professional boxer, doing odd mechanical jobs and taking part in bare knuckle matches to make some cash. Leaving his past behind him in England, this descendant of an Irish travelling family can't seem to shake the stigma of having a criminal record.
Darren Nash stands at 6’2 at an imposing 213lbs with an athlete’s , long-limbed figure that has borne many scars, both self-inflicted through tattoos and the beatings from trying to make money. Keeping his brown hair short, Darren’s hazel eyes can stare without blinking for minutes at a time. As he moves, it is with a purpose, looking for the most convenient way to knock his target out. Outside of the ring, Darren wears training clothes, and his idea of dressing up are a nice pair of jeans with a long-sleeved shirt.
Darren isn’t one for social niceties and keeps his speech direct and to the point, sometimes at the ire of others, and sometimes stands a bit too close; his way of imposing his bearing in a situation. When he does speak, it is with a London accent with a hint of Irish heritage. When he isn’t in a speaking mood, Darren prefers to stand in the background, keeping an eye on those about, looking for trouble.
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Darren Nash (Mortal)
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