Call Me: Cannon
Full Name: Sean Markus Cannon Jr.
Alias: N/A
Class: Underworld Pit Fighter
Nationatily: American
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois, USA
Location: The streets of Chicago
Age: 23 years
Date of Birth: Jaunuary 16th
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Deep, sienna brown
Blood Type: N/A (Undead Vampire)
Occupation: Freelance Mercenary
Group/Afilliation: Clan Assamite
Fighting Style: Taikyo-Ryo Karate and Jui-jutsu, Shotokan Karate, Tae Kwan Do, Tang Soo Do, Jeet Kune Do, Shorin-Ryu Karate, American Boxing, Shootfighting, Brazilian Jui-jutsu, Combat Sambo, French Savate
Likes: Fighting
Dislikes: Being a vampire
Favorite Food: N/A (Cannot imbibe foods due to vampire physiology)
Strong Sports: Fighting
Prized Possessions: His leather jacket
Quote: "Don't let your mouth write checks your ass can't cash..."
Physical Description: Sean is the epitome of a fighter. His body is well toned and sculpted, very flexible and lithe. He is usually clean cut, but has been known for having streaks of days with a five-o'clock shadow. He usually wears street clothing; T-shirts and jeans, and the like. He also wears a leather biker's jacket with a very elaborately painted angel holding a sword, with the words "God of Fight" emblazoned beneath the angel.
Brief Character History: Sean was born April 13, 1976 to Sean and Renee Cannon of Detroit, Michigan. His mother died while in childbirth. His father was a great man, working to support himself and his two sons, all the while attempting to remain prosperous. Unfortunately, life is hard for the average man. Sean and his older brother, DeVon, grew up taking care of each other. At least until his father's plane crash.
After that, Sean moved to his uncle's in Chicago, Illinois. His uncle was very athletic and health-conscious, and taught Sean to be so also, in spite of his very young age. Sean was introduced to martial arts at the age of seven, learning how to construct sentences and punch at the same time. His first formal course in martial arts was Shotokan Karate.
When he was ten, Sean gave up Shotokan and took up Tae Kwon Do. The combination of hard fist strikes and hard kick strikes made him one of the best of the class quickly. He became a red belt in Tae Kwon Do at about the same time as he began middle school.
Later, Sean was called to move with his grandparents in New York. He enjoyed his new city and living with his grandparents much more than living with his uncle, but still kept his uncle's ways about him. He began Taikyoku-Ryu at the age of 13, taking that and Kung-Fu at the same time. The mix of finesse with hard strikes was difficult for Sean to master, and to this day he still has yet to figure it out. In spite of his athletic achievements, Sean was also very good in school, mathematics being his strong point (he hated English and History, and so gave up on those topics).
Eventually, Sean graduated from High School, with about eight or nine styles of combat under his belt. Shortly after completing high school he entered college of his own accord, moving to San Diego to go to UCSD on a mathematics scholarrship. That money alone, however, was not enough to put him through school.
Confident in his fighting talent, Sean began to fight underground, taking a manager and becoming a pit fighter. His record was astounding, quickly becoming one of the more well known names around San Diego as a fighter. Eventually, he was approached and asked to fight nationally, given money to take Greyhound and charter busses to new cities to compete.
He travelled all about the United States for a year, dropping out of college. He learned as much as he could about his craft as he fought, picking up moves learned from those he challenged as he went along. Once he had made a name for himself nationally, he went for the world.
He went to Japan, Italy, Russia, France...all because of his talent as a fighter. He had finally found what he thought was his niche, his calling. He was to become the best fighter.
He trained diligently. At 21, he was the master of over ten fighting styles, and yet wanting to learn more. His thirst for the fight was never quenched. He had to know more.
One night, he went up against a man, who appeared to be a rather easy victory. The opponent was small and thin, and not very intimidating at all. Sean's overconfidence got the best of him, and he underestimated his opponent. That night, for the first time in years, Sean had lost.
The same small, lanky man had moved with such speed and agility that Sean's head spun in confusion. The rapidity of the adversary's strikes was remarkable. All that Sean could do was defend, hoping that none of the attacks would land. More often than not, however, they did.
Beaten and broken, Sean was carried off to one of the rooms of the hotel where the fight was held from the garage area. Although he was unconscious at the time, he was tended to by his own opponent.
Returnning to the world, Sean looked up to a dimly lit room, a man hovering over him, tending to his wounds. He couldn't see very well due to stunned eyes and the darkness of the room, but he knew who was there.
The man spoke volumes about Sean's life; as though he wore his auto-biography on his sleeve. He told Sean about things he never knew before, like who really stole his favorite toy at his eighth birthday. Becoming so enthralled by the words that the man spoke, he listened to the offer...
"I can make you better than your wildest dreams. Just say the word, and it is yours."
Without hesitation, Sean mouthed the word 'yes'. Sean died that night, and was reborn as a vampire.
Latest News: Sean has been extricated from his clan, but plans to return to it soon in another part of the world.
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