• Name: Luke Shaw
• Gender: Cisgender Male
• Place of Birth: Alexandria, Virginia
• Date of Birth: May 4th 1997
• Ethnicity: Scottish American
• Hair: Short dirty blond, often neatly swept sideways
• Eyes: Cornflower Blue
• Height: 5'11"
• Weight: 159lbs
• Body Type: Lean and Toned Mesomorph
• Tattoos: None
• Scars: Left Knee (Surgical)
• Handedness: Right
• Temperament: Melancholic
• Jungian / Myers-Briggs Profile: ISFJ-A (Assertive Defender)
• Astrological Chart: Sun in Taurus, Ascendant in Virgo, Moon in Aries
• Chinese Zodiac Sign: Fire Ox
• Relationship Status: Single
• Sexual Orientation: Straight
• Drinks: No
• Smokes: No
• Education: High School
• Current Occupation: Private security guard
• Former Occupations: Professional Martial Artist. Uber Driver.
• Family: Three younger sisters. Both parents deceased.

Luke Shaw was born in the Spring of 1997 to a lower middle class family. His father was a police lieutenant, and his mother a state-employed social worker; an overall happy and bustling marriage despite ever-present financial struggles. The loving home wasn't going to remain unchanged for long, however. When Luke was just five years old, his father was tragically shot in a major drug cartel operation, succumbing to his wounds immediately and leaving his wife to solely take care of four children. To further complicate things, the then young woman was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis just a couple of years later, and as the disease rapidly progressed, she ended up being forced to settle for an early retirement and, thus, a reduced paycheck.

Meanwhile, Luke himself had found an avenue to deal with trauma, grief and anxieties that he was too old to even name yet: the dojo across the street. What started out as a hobby designed to distract and placate a naturally cumbersome young boy rapidly became a way of life. He had taken Judo lessions for just a few months before he started to engage into other styles, all of which he seemed to have a natural affinity with. By the time he became a teenager, he was not only an expert fighter, but one capable of helping out with the home budget with meager, but nonetheless welcomed sponsorship deals. It was looking more and more like he had been carving a niche for himself and that he'd have a bright future ahead as a professional athlete.

That he was going to skip college was very much a certainty. He had it all figured out: he was going to slowly rise through the lower ranks of some fighting leagues, the training schedule lenient enough to give him time to take care of his now blind and wheelchair-bound mother. They had learned, while living together, how to make a whole lot with very little money, after all, and those sponsorship deals had been getting nicer. Who knew? There were already talks of him being a contender for the Olympics in a few years, even.

The strategy seemed to work at first. And then 2016 happened. He was sparring with a blue belt who was nursing a hangover, his technique particularly sloppy. Luke could see the awkward throw that he was going to attempt to pull of a mile away, but decided to just roll with so that he wouldn't hurt the guy by countering; a mistake he'd regret for pretty much the rest of his life. The thing was much rougher than he anticipated, leading the way to a nasty fall. He knew he had messed up his knee before he even attempted to move it, but hoped that the injury had been, mercifully, something minor. Alas... the diagnose of a torn ACL came about, and with that it seemed like his career was over before he had even turned twenty. There was no way he could afford the surgery he needed, after all.

The next couple of years were nothing short of grim. He had been contemplating becoming an Uber driver as a side hustle, but it suddenly became his number one income opportunity. Driving shifts were long, exhausting and punishing; and as his mother's condition worsened he couldn't help but feel guilty about not being around as much. If he managed to get four hours of sleep in one night, it was a good one.

Thankfully, luck was about to strike him in the most unlikely of situations. He had just given an obviously affluent middle-aged woman a ride home when he realized that her pedestrian access gate had been broken in. Valiantly (some would say foolishly, even), he went back in to investigate, only to find out that the woman was being attacked by what he'd later learn to be an abusive ex-husband. Even though Luke had been out of action for over seventeen months, struggling with joint pain and sleepless, he managed to effortlessly subdue the assailant.

This feat of heroism made him a bit of a local celebrity, and, most importantly, led to a budding friendship with the woman he had rescued who, in a twist of fate, just happened to be a renowned orthopedic surgeon. It didn't take long before she volunteered to treat Luke with a pro bono knee reconstruction sugery. In just seven months, he was competing again. It seemed like a dream.

His second wind as a professional fighter was not nearly as successful or long lasting as one would expect, though. In a way, it seemed like he had outgrown that career. The fallout of his stint at the doctor's house had slowly, but surely, led him to a different, more financially rewarding path. Before he could even properly process what was happening, he was working full-time as a bodyguard; engaged in short-term assignment to some decidedly high-profile clients, some of which A-list celebrities. In just about four years, he had become a highly requested name in the field; making enough money to afford full-time care for his mother and a lifestyle that, while by no means decadent, was a farcry from the spartan routine he had grown used to ever since his early childhood.

Sadly, his mother didn't have enough time to enjoy the exponentially more comfortable situation he'd managed to provide her. After dealing with her degenerative illness for almost two decades, a lung blood clot ended her life. While still grieving, Luke was forced to sell the one house he'd always lived in due to pressure from his siblings, which put quite the strain on his relationship with them. Single, borderline homeless and in-between jobs, it is the first time that he had ever felt genuinely lonely as he goes through a reasonably bumpy transition period.


 

 

In great part due to the trauma of his father's death, Luke utterly abhors guns and will refuse to use them in the line of duty. This is one of the reasons he has become quite popular with clients who feel uncomfortable with firearms in general. He has also honed his fighting skills to a degree in which he is particularly adept at disarming potential targets.

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Ever since his mother passed, he's been living in a motel room that a former client has gently granted to him as he sorts his financial situation out. Being on his own, without having anyone to look out for, has been a strange and slightly unsettling experience. He's been hiting the dojo harder than ever in order to deal with the lingering anxiety, and it has mostly worked, even though being alone has been looking more and more like less of a long term option.

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He is a bit of a car enthusiast. Driving late at night is quite possibly the one other activity aside from training that he considers soothing. A yellow 2008 Chevrolet Camaro is one of the few things he owns, and he takes great care of it. He has never quite "learned" how to drive with automatic gearboxes (much to the exasperation of friends and family) and often insists that it's actually harder than manually changing gears.

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He is soft-spoken to an impressive degree, and will virtually never raise his voice. Aggressive drives are exclusively dealth with by being channeled to his body. He's mostly regarded by others as serious and stoic, and will rarely lighten up to anything more than a mild, slightly bashful boyish grin. Among friends, he can show a subtle, dry wit.

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Him being a namesake to a Manchester United footballer / soccer player is a recurring silly in-joke amond friends. He finds it slightly more irritating than he lets on.

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Growing up surrounded by women has made him rather attuded to them, so much so that he's often baffled whenever his male friends refer to ladies as being mysterious or incomprehensible. He also has a low tolerance for sexism and misogynistic remarks in general.

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While he has competed in smaller MMA promotions for a quick paycheck, he generally despises the industry and considers it a perversion of Martial Arts. He has become increasingly vocal about it ever since he's retired from competing in the first place.

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Even though his knee reconstruction surgery has allowed him to get back to fighting condition, the joint itself has never quite felt 100% healed to him, and he often struggles with pain and discomfort afer training or otherwise exerting himself. The prospect of eventually having to deal with a second procedure has been a concern that has been lingering on the back of his mind.

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He's had only three girlfriends in the past, two of which have lasted longer than three years. As a general rule, he is not the biggest fan of hookups and one-night stands. The fact that he generally never goes out partying beyond cozy, small gathering with close friends makes casual encounters all but impossible in the first place.

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He tends to struggle with where he stands on the political spectrum, having mildly conservative values but also being in favor of social welfare and wealth distribution policies. Much to his chagrin, one of his sisters has become a (very minor) internet celebrity as a leftist Twitch streamer during the last few years; which has put him in uncomfortable situations with his mostly right wing and far right professional contacts.