WIP. [i]"Ladies, gents, step out of the king's way! I'm in the house now, and I'm bound to put you pathetic asswipes into your rightfully deserved places!"[/i] [i]Name(s):[/i] Richard Monroe Heap, AKA [i]"Pride"[/i] [i]Age:[/i] 21 [i]Gender:[/i] Male [i]Descended From:[/i] Great Britain [i]Facial Appearance:[/i] [spoiler]Tanned, strikingly smooth skin, a young angular face, low cheekbones and a medium-sized nose. Emerald green eyes, combined with combed bright blonde hair.[/spoiler] [i]Physical Appearance:[/i] [spoiler]5'11, thin yet slight muscular body. No cybernetic or prosthetic enhancements whatsoever.[/spoiler] [i]Appearance:[/i] [spoiler] Pride's clothing comes with a brightly shined silver helm, alongside a rather exquisite silver and carbon fiber sweatshirt with midnight black suit pants. His clothing can light up with a click of a button upon his left glove, and can practically change into any color.[/spoiler] [i]Biography:[/i] [spoiler]Richard Heap, AKA Pride, was born into a world of many things..and suffering weren't among them by a long shot. Born within London, the boy grew up in a rich household, with servants to his left and right, and an infinite amount of snobby, rich friends to hang out with and cause chaos alongside over the years with, and even worse - Richard led this group of selfish thugs. He brought them together to commit truly dislikable things during his years in school, which included bullying, thievery, and intimidation to those weaker than him and his gang. Richard only wanted his victims to know their place in the world - that they were filth compared to him, and that they shouldn't even be considerable to the rest of the superior population. That he was the champion, the victor, the one better than them, and would remain so. And at a young age, he showed this off. Oh, how he did it with a passion.. Richard was a prodigy in his youth; straight A's, a perfect record, and seeking to own his father's oil business - the Heaps had raised a truly good child, at least they thought they had. They were proud of young Richard, and as he turned twenty, he was gifted the entire business. Richard was..rich, as always. But he steadily became even snobbier than before, eventually targeting his old friends and even family. It lead to the point where his friends left him forever, and Richard waking up to find that his parents and siblings had suddenly disappeared from the household he had grown up in. But did Richard care? Hell no he didn't. He showed them, he did. He showed them how truly pathetic that were. Seeking even larger endeavors, Richard eventually left the planet, in search of more insignificant scum to put down. And that's when he found the Dojo.[/spoiler]