Age: 19
Height: 6′3″
Likes: Rock, boxing, chicks, Games, hanging out with friends, Paintball, Fast food.
Dislikes: asshole, goths, smart asses
Weapons: Gauntlets, his fists.
History: Duke is the kinda jock you can get behind. He’s generally a good guy, likes to joke around but knows his limits, and of course he has his eye on booty. He didn’t play football or basketball, but was a Boxer like his dad. He first met Allen during recess, catching him training in Tae Kwan Doe. The fighting interested him, always being taught boxing, he felt his form of combat was better and challenged his classmate. A tie lead to a long standing simontanious rivalry and friendship between the two.
Other than wanting to prove who is the better fighter, and better style, they became best of friends, the kind that did really dumb things together. Don’t ask about the ‘tree house’ incident, or Evel Knievel. When Rachel joined them, the things done curved a little, but the three were best of friends, except for that rough patch of Al dating Rachel.
When Allen’s grandpa Died, Duke was there to help pick up the peices of his best friend. He also knew to give him space to work out when needed, trying to avoid a total melt down. Of course, he agreed to do whatever he needed to help his friend. Those suckers were going to pay.