Name: Devin Masters (Sometimes referred to as D)
Description, Devin stands about 6'0" with close cropped red hair and a small goatee. He has a solid build from his years as an armature boxer, and a fairly tan body. He also has several noticeable scars, most visible are the one above his left eye, the one on the inside of his right elbow, and a fresh on across his chest (its healed up, but its still pinkish in color). He wears loose fitting blue jeans, a black, leather belt, a tattered vest and winter coat sporting the logo of the boxing group he was (formerly) a part of. He has a bit of a stand offish attitude, having survived these past few months alone by stealing what he needs to and traveling light, but he is also very competitive and a very loyal friend (once you get past the sandpaper exterior).
Bio: Devin and his family were originally from Ireland, where he lived and worked on a farm most of his child life. This early upbringing helped develop his body so that when his family moved to the city, he was more than capable of being trained as a boxer at the young age of 16. Enduring a difficult training regiment, Devin had his first official match at 18, when he knocked his opponent out in one punch. Many on the armature circut called him "The Modern Day Phenom" and claimed it wouldn't be long until he was pro. That all changed on the day of his 21st birthday. During a night celebrating a victory with his friends, things suddenly went to hell. People screaming and building collapsing as something ran wild. Devin was lucky, when the beast attacked the bar, he became trapped under a pile of rubble and was missed, his friends never saw the next morning. He awoke with several new scars across his body, and most the town devastated. Since that day, he has moved from place to place, scrapping by by stealing whatever he needs to to avoid a similar fate.