Blackbourne

Owners Name: Jim Feeney

Email Address: [email protected]

Name:  Blackbourne Donnegan

Age: 22

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 198lbs

Race: Caucasian Vampire

Racial Description: White skinned

Hair Color: Black

Hair Description:
Blackbourne has shoulder length hair with a diagonal part and the right pleat sweeping over most of the same 
side of his face.  It is frosted in pure white color in narrow bands � inch wide.  In the right sweeping part 
there is a scarlet blood red band flanked by two white.  His hair is very thick yet fine in texture.  With no 
curl it is straight and bears a raven-like iridescence, especially when moon or starlight shines against it.  
In the left pleat of the part, there is a single small almost hidden three ply braid in which is often hidden 
some sort of utterly nasty, cruel, perverted or downright wrong weapon, drug paraphernalia or combination of 
the aforementioned.

Eye Color Description: Left - violet; Right - ice blue

Physical Description: Standing slightly in a slack position, Blackbourne appears as an aloof, enigmatic 
synthesis of suave yet chillingly sadistic personality traits.  In both physical and psychological make-up, 
Blackbourne is the product of the charisma of Hannibal Lector, the brutality of Genghis Khan, the ruthless 
strategy of Gary Kasparov, the rage of Ivan the terrible, and the outright pugnacious, vindictive appetite 
for spill guts violence of a severe and chronic substance abuser.  Though one to always finish business before 
pleasure, the long use of drugs, violence, and alcohol (rumor has it since the age of 6 when he killed his 
step-mother, gutting the body and selling the fresh organs for drug money during recess) have left their scars 
on his face.  Wearing what appears to be a continuous 5 o'clock shadow, his face and complexion are very pale 
and gaunt.  It would almost appear anemic or vampiric.  Blackbourne's life style preempts him from getting much
sun in other words.  His eyes are wrung in dark purple circles and his features are defined and very masculine.  
His attire, in spite of being under the influence of up to 10 different narcotics, barbiturates and 
hallucinogens, is presentable.  Dressed in comfortable fitting black jeans, leather trench and charcoal gray 
shirt with the sleeves cut 2 inches past the shoulder, Blackbourne accessorizes with long boots, dark sun 
glasses, Glover gloves, skull pewter pendant, and leather bandana.  The ensemble is complete with two claw 
rings on his middle and ring fingers on his left hand.  Blackbourne has a variety of scars on his body, but 
they are often difficult to distinguish from the numerous tattoos, track marks, and scars from old wars on 
his body.  Surprisingly he has no piercing.  When outside of the ring, Blackbourne carries enough arms to 
gain the attention of a UN inspector team.  Hidden underneath his long coat is a myriad of weapons including 
such things as concussion grenades, throwing stars, a taser, two 45 magnums, a sawed-off shot gun, a battle 
sword, fist dagger, butterfly knife, and garrote.  On really bad days he is said to wander through towns and 
villages with a tactical nuclear rocket launcher. Essentially Blackbourne is his own rough and ready instant 
drug/gang war waiting to happen.  Always ready to fight to the end in a police situation he has been known to 
hide weapons everywhere on him, even if stripped naked it is best assumed that the evil bastard has at least 
seven firearms hidden in some ungodly places.  Add to this Blackbourne's deep voice with a slight southern drawl, 
methodical practicum, and depraved indifference to suffering Blackbourne bears a fearsome presence.  Truly woe to 
those who simply think they're up against a run of a mill junkie.

Standard Clothing Worn During Combat in the Arena: 

During combat situations, Blackbourne usually sheds his coat if he wants to actually fist fight with his opponent
as opposed to sniper shoot his ass while he comes to the ring, poison his refreshments in the dressing room, or
just stalk his helpless victim and fire bomb his house killing the opponent and his family drug mob style. 
But when Blackbourne shed's his coat he is careful not leave any presents in the pockets that his opponent may 
use if he gets the coat.  Blackbourne boots contain hidden boot knives.  The belt that goes around his waist is 
made out of human flesh, usually the remains of anyone who dicked him over lately.  On his right arm is tattooed 
angels sing in heaven, on the right is tattooed but you like demons will scream in hell.

Weapons:

Though when outside of the arena Blackbourne usually is stocked up like an armory, for convenience he only carries
his sword, gun (pistol or shot gun depending if he wants a close or ranged kill) and a horrible device known only as
the syringe of doom.  It is a twist on the fist dagger except the three dagger points are equipped with nine 
inch needles filled with an utterly unholy concoction of drugs guaranteed to kill almost anything or anyone it 
comes into contact with.  It is also speculated that this concoction is actually a blood sample from Blackbourne 
himself, his years of constant drug, alcohol, and god only knows what abuse having fermented his blood into 
something akin to demonic radioactive pickling brine.  Blackbourne always has several hundred rounds of ammo on 
his person in the form of clips, or box shells if he's carrying the shot gun.  His sword is state of the art 
lightweight, durable, carbonate edged titanium aluminum steal alloy.  This gives the blade a remarkable strength 
and flexibility while making it relatively light weight and incredibly sharp.  This is simply a Genu knife from hell. 
Blackbourne has been reported to vivisect, decapitate, and mutilate several people at a time with one profound 
swipe of the blade.  This would not be so extraordinary if it weren't for the fact that his victims were often 
seated inside moving vehicles while the blade dissected them and their cars.

Fighting Style Character Uses:

Living life fast and hard on the streets Blackbourne has come across virtually any fighting style, even a few 
magical attacks, imaginable.  As a result, he has no particular preference for a fighting style.  Rather he 
prefers to be calculating and evaluate his target or the situation and then quickly deciding how to best take 
them out. Not one for grandstanding or celebrations till after he's made damn good and sure the opponent or 
victim is dead, Blackbourne relies on tactical sledgehammer lightning knock out blows for a fast win.  However, 
if the fight drags on, Blackbourne is not dismayed and often begins to enjoy himself as he rarely has encountered 
anyone who can evade death within 10 seconds.  Showing surprising physical strength, fixation, persistence, 
endurance, and agility Blackbourne is the reason why the drug war is lost. But Blackbourne enjoys stalking his 
victims most of all.  9 out of 10 times his opponent have been known to mysterious disappear and then reappear 
in several locations in distant places simultaneously several days later.  Using mob and terrorist tactics 
Blackbourne will eliminate any potential enemies before they ever realize that they were in danger.

5. The Tree of Woe - one of several magical techniques Blackbourne learned from a traveling band of space warlocks while working as their body guard, the tree of woe is a spectacular and harrowing feat. Stretching his arms out in a crucifixion like position Blackbourne faces his opponent, spits on the ground and throws down his arms violently. Immediately the opponents feet are rooted to the ground as a monstrous tree bursts through the ground, grapples the helpless opponent which is instantly paralyzed by an enzyme in the sap that continuously exudes through the tree's bark, and is then strung up in a crucified position, held in place by large syringes which pump the wrists and feet with sulfuric acid, heroin, and urine. Adding to the harrowing effect is the appearance of thorns which puncture the helpless victim in the wounds of Christ and throughout the body. Eventually the paralytic sap begins a chemical reaction causing all the nerves and blood vessels to spasm and convulse in horrific caustic pain which often kills the victim but not before a long slow agony.

4. Shot In the Dark. - This attack is handy for Blackbourne when an opponent pisses him off and he just wants a quick �F### you, you're dead!� type of finish. Not so much a show stopper, but its simplicity is its great efficience. Taking out his trusty gun (works for whatever gun he is carrying that day) Blackbourne pops a tab of super rigged up acid chews it up and shoots at his opponent. This is the part where slow motion is perhaps needed to appreciate it. As the bullet is ejected out of the gun, Blackbourne spits the chewed up hallucinogenic acid from the ninth level of hell onto the bullet coating it before it strikes his victim in the eye, usually killing the opponent instantly. At the very least the victim bleeds profusely, loses consciousness and starts violently hallucinating thinking there is a strange beakless bird eating their eye out of the socket and defecating in the hole.

3. The 12 Step Program of Pain. - In this multi hit combo attack, Blackbourne uses all of his three weapons that he has brought to the ring that day and nine other painful attacks. He takes a quick line of powdered speed mixture he calls Light and Lively Lucifer Jive. The attack begins first when he teleports in front of his opponent and delivers a crushing elbow to the throat and grabs their right hand which he promptly severs with his sword both which incapacitates the opponent. Then teleporting behind his opponent, he shoots them in the middle of their back, severing their spinal cord and paralyzing them from the waist down. Spinning their slump body around Blackbourne proceeds to gouge their eyes, set fire to their hair, and then using his sword remove their genitals which he uses to orally sodomize his opponent in their own mouth. Finally Blackbourne choke slams, suplexes, tombstone piledrives, power bombs, power slams, for the old school fans that no matter how fake it was still enjoyed wrestling. The attack finishes when Blackbourne uses his sword to finish the 12 step by slashing the opponent�s skull in such a way as it would fall open and apart like a 12 segmented orange. Kiddies can then come for a slice.

2. Addiction Sux. - This is perhaps one of the cruelest ways to kill someone. Blackbourne draws out his syringe of doom dagger and in a meth induced frenzy slashes, stabs, punctures, and mutilates his opponent. Each time the opponent's skin is broken they are given enough drugs to jump start the 60's for the next ten thousand centuries. Usually their body organs explode resulting in turning the ring and the near by area into what looks like a Jackson Pollock action painting rendered in deli meat and goo. Blackbourne to just fuck with everyone and maybe to get a quick recharge often ends this attack by jabbing himself in the chest with the syringe and emptying what's left while frothing at the mouth and screaming "What a rush you fucking little shit!" Overdose, evidently is an unknown concept to Blackbourne.

1. Friends in Very Low Places. - Having served a myriad of truly wicked and evil causes, Blackbourne has earned the respect and allegiance of a significant number of the demons, devils, monsters and other unpleasant critters existing in hell. Always eager to assist what Satan has called his favorite Cabana Boy, Blackbourne gives a shrill whistle and screams: "Hey Uziel, here's another one to throw on the grill!" With that the arena falls suddenly dark and satanic iconography appears on the opponent flesh in the form of bleeding wounds, when suddenly he or she is entrapped in a lurid flaming pentagram. The ground suddenly opens up and out pops several demons which quickly kill the opponent suck his soul down to hell for eternal damnation and torment and then makes pulled human barbeque pork sandwiches for the fans watching at ringside. Not only has this attack won Blackbourne several key victories both in and out of the ring, but also has lead him to win several prizes in cook off festivals.

Entrance Theme: �Too Physical� by Nine Inch Nails on Broken