Wrestler's Name: Leviticus Nelson
Hometown: Lufkin, Texas
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 397
Orientation: Face, but nothing whitebread about him.

Appearance and ring attire [in detail]: Leviticus is a large man of large
proportions. His face has a squared away chin, with black eyes, roughyl
shaven. His hair is black, but mangaled most of the time, constantly
dragging over his eyes. He's got two large scars on his face. One over his
chin point, and one just below his left eye, that extends nearly down to his
jawline. His chest is midly developed, with some obvious non-muscle weight,
but largely proportioned to be muscle. He wears a ripped sleeveless black
T-shirt to the ring, with the words "For My Sins" written on the back,
nothing on the front. He wears black jeans...and leather steel-toed (type
only) boots to the ring. His hands are large, and knuckle-less in three
locations, due to breakage. He's got several tattoo's over his body, mostly
on his arms, and forearms. They range from a Texas state flag, to several
bible scriptures, to one that reads "Block C".

Wrestler's personality [in detail]: His personality is that he's driven by a
man that saved his life, and he now owes him _his_ inaccordance. He's no
non-sense, and basically, driven around by his manager. Large man, hot
tempered, highly volatile.

Entrance [in full] - "Bad Blood" by Sepultura kicks up, as Leviticus Nelson
begins his slow walk to the ring. In front of the giant, walks his "handler"
Bobby Joe Defay, with an arrogant, yet attentive smile on his large face.
Leviticus shows no emotion, with nothing but a stone look on his face, as he
continues to walk towards the ring. Defay slowly stops in front of the ring,
and looks back at Leviticus, and then points in the ring. Leviticus nods,
closing his eyes, and heads towards the ring. As the song continues,
Leviticus strides over the top rope, and enters the ring. Defay slowly walks
up the ring steps, stopping at the top step, as Leviticus looks back and
nods slowly, yet again. Leviticus grabs the top rope, and closes his eyes,
begining a slow prayer, as you can see in detail, the massive amount of
tattoo's on his arm. His large hands grip the rope tightly, as he stops the
prayer, opens his eyes, and slowly turns around, glaring across the ring.

Wrestling Style: Brawler...brawler...brawler

15-40 Moves: Sidewalk slam, large open handed chest chop, gorilla press,
spinebuster, spinning powerslam, fireman's carry slam, powerbomb, inverted
powerbomb, lariat, chokeslam, shoulder tackle (when opponent of comparison
size), basic mat moves (kill holds, essentially), DDT, piledriver, sit out
piledriver, sit out powerbomb. Any other basic large man move, without any
aerial items, unless truly desperate, in which a clothesline, or double
ax-handle.

Finishing Move Name: Desention into Hell
Description: Inverted Chokeslam (Chokeslam from the back of the neck,
spiking face first onto the mat)
Set-Up Manuever [if applicable]: Any wear down tactic

Backup Finisher [if applicable]: Clawhold slam
Description: Self explanatory
Set-Up Manuever [if applicable]: None

Strengths: His clear strength/size advantage. As well, he's got a background
in fighting, from his troubled past, so...his pain threshold is Godly.

Weaknesses: Lack of speed is his major killer...speed and stamina. He's
large, no "true athlete". As well, his pain threshold, and short temper,
cause him to make painful mistakes in the ring, often times, costing himself
more pain..then the pain inflicted.

Profile: Nelson grew up in a smallish town, with defined moral backgrounds.
His parents, devoted Southern Baptists, seemingly drilled into his head, the
manner in which he should always act. Upon growing up, he soon grew, and
grew, and grew, onto his massive stature he is currently. At this size, he
realized...he could control his own fate, and his own destiny. A sense of
invincability soon formed, as he dominated all competition thrown his way.
Soon, he began to wonder if anythign could stop him...until one fateful
night. He got into a bar fight, just outside of Tyler, Texas. In said bar
fight, he was attacked by three men...two of which left that fight on their
own power...one got rolled out, toe tagged. He was brutally attacked, from
behind, without provocation, yet...he was sentenced to time in
jail...without hesitation. In jail, he sought refuge in the religion that
once comforted him, with great zeal. However, eventually, the life of prison
began to overtake all thoughts of redeeming his life...until one day. Defay
had heard of the giant Nelson through the grapevine, when traveling through
Lufkin one day. So, he sought to see the giant for his own eyes, and upon
doing so...knew that he had a money maker in his power. So, Defay, with the
power of his high powered family in Louisana, called upon all favors...and
got Nelson's parole bumped up...and released from the state jail in
Huntsville. Upon leaving the jail...Nelson was introduced to Defay, Defay
simply uttering the words that Nelson can never forget...

"You owe me your life, son."

And indeed Nelson does, and forever will. The chance of him, in spite of his
size, living in jail were slim to none. He knew he had to find a way out,
and when he did...alive...he was eternally grateful. So, Nelson was lead
around, by the collar, to small town after small town, fighting, wrestling,
selling hot dogs if need be...all to line the pockets of Defay...the sole
man he owes his life too. Despite his size, and his rage, he knew that the
last time he was ungrateful, and thought he was larger then life...he nearly
lost _his_. So now the travel...yet again, Defay seeking the money that he
so yearns...and Nelson, traveling along, lead by his "master" if you
weeeeeeeiiillllll.