"A broken arm? Well that's boring." 

Trent Stoneson Licorice, 35. What's his role? Well obviously he's a "doctor".

He's 5'10 and weighs in at a light 205 lbs (Bit of muscle). Single, but no biggy.

Society really isn't for everyone, especially if it's your job to keep people alive. You save someone's life and it's yay you're a hero! If you mess up? ... Well it's a brutal line of work. It was a daily routine for Licorice. Sure, he wasn't the best, but he wasn't half bad either. It was something to barely pay the bills (The money isn't as good as the movies make it.). Being a doctor took a toll on him, one way or another. With a single slip of the scalpel, and you're the #1 bad guy. It was only a matter of time before Trent made that mistake. The salary wasn't worth it. The job sucked, the stress sucked, and most of all, the people sucked. He abandoned ship and quit that job.                     Gallery:  • • • •

It was around that time that he discovered the Candy Shop. He was a night owl, always had been. Word of mouth led him to the club under the candy store. Turned out, they needed people like him. The fights got pretty bloody every now and then. They offered a cut of the profit, and no one ever blamed him if someone died. It was a pretty sweet deal. He dropped his old life, name and all. Here, people knew him as Black and/or Licorice. Black Licorice. You'll either love him or hate him.

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