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Zeel Park
« on: June 13, 2017, 08:38:04 PM »
ZEEL PARK

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Zeel Park
DATE OF BIRTH: April 2nd
HEIGHT: 5’9
WEIGHT: 156 lbs
BILLED FROM: Queens, New York
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
ENTRANCE MUSIC: “I'm Not Sorry” by Dean ft. Eric Bellinger
PICBASE: Beenzino – Lim Sungbin
TWITTER HANDLE: @ZeelPark
DESIRED SHOW: Octane (1 RP 1,500 words)


PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Rowdy at times, lazy at others, materialistic, gluttonous, easily annoyed, impatient, loves talking shit for a good laugh, loves starting shit for a good laugh. There aren’t many good things to say regarding Park. However, he is honest and at times he is very selfless and will look out for the needs of others before himself. He’s determined once he puts his mind to something. He knows how to kick it with others and be chill, no real enemies made until he honestly feels disrespected. He can also fall asleep nearly anywhere.


APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION
Not the biggest guy out here, but definitely not the smallest either. He appears to be slightly lanky, but lean. He fills himself out with jerseys, hoodies, button ups and other articles of loose clothing. If his hair looks shit, there will be a snapback on his head. He cares more for his clothes than his actual looks; mistreating his hair, never taking care of his obviously sensitive skin. A cockeye with scattered moles, large ears and eyes that nearly disappear when he laughs or smiles largly, he’s not really in the running for most good looking. He’ll still steal your bitch tho. Probably.

IN-RING GEAR:
Black tights under black basketball shorts. He’s reasoned with himself and has come to the conclusion that he doesn’t tan well on his legs, so he’s gonna cover that shit up. Couple this with the fact that he’s skipped leg day a few times, the guy needs the looseness of the basketball shorts for balance so he can look dope in the ring. Straight up, he’ll probably wrestle in a tank top sometimes. Matter of fact, it’s common. Not because he wants to, but because the match will start and he’ll realize he forgot to take it off. Of course, he’ll lose it sometime during the match.

Black tank top, by the way. All black everything, except for whatever color his bright ass highlighter sneakers might be that day.


STYLE & MOVESET
WRESTLING STYLE: Highflyer, Brawler. Just a coordinated mess who is trying to show off.

STANDING
  • Football Kick to spine
  • Spinning Backfist
  • Dropkick
  • Spin Wheel Kick
  • Float Over DDT
  • Jumping Head Scissors
  • Knee lift


GROUND
  • Mounted Punches
  • Standing Moonsault
  • Leg Drop
  • Standing Double Foot Stomp
  • Targeted Elbows and Stomps


RUNNING
  • Corner Clothesline
  • Running Enziguri
  • Running Crossbody
  • Leaping Forearm Smash
  • Corner High Knee
  • Monkey Flip
  • Leapfrog Body Guillotine


AERIAL
  • Suicide Dive – Over Top Rope
  • Diving Knee Off Apron
  • Slingshot Springboard Crossbody
  • Slingshot Hurricanrana
  • Springboard Corkscrew
  • Meteora
  • Diving Bulldog

TAUNTS
  • Grabbing His Junk Toward Opponent
  • Middle Finger
  • Flicking Fingers in Direction of Opponent

SIGNATURE
My Bad: Running Corner Lariat (common)
Overzeelous: Avalanche Frankensteiner (uncommon)
 
FINISHER
Brick Out: Diving Spear (common)
The Queen’s Park: Gory Neckbreaker (uncommon)


CHARACTER BACKGROUND
Park grew up in New York with both parents. Having been disciplined with this never-ending guilt toward their sacrifices, Park spent most of his childhood and middle school career helping with their store or bullshit and whatever get rich endeavor his father dragged him along with. However, with age came a newfound interest for girls and with girls came bravado and rebellion. Rebellion came with fights and it didn’t take him long to realize he can take a punch. High school was interesting and he found himself on the couches of many of his friends and coming home in a scramble to make up for the slight disappointment he was becoming.

Wanting to keep his parents happy and make them proud wasn’t enough for him to actually get through high school. With the abandonment of the name he was given at birth in exchange for the nickname Zeel, he didn’t take in any of the culture from the homeland of his parents. Instead, he sucked up his surroundings and became the stereotypical first generation American piece of shit. Fast forward to a few fights, few or twenty shady thing here and there, his mother beating the shit out of him, and going from job to job - Zeel Park was definitely a deadbeat of son.

It took him a while to mature, but it happened eventually. It was just too late, though, and his parents weren’t impressed at all. Finding a steady job, getting his own apartment in Queens, spending his afternoons asleep, chilling until the AM, and purchasing a parrot, Park lived in mediocrity comfortably until it hit him that he hasn’t really accomplished anything in life. Even his parrot thinks he’s a piece of shit. He decides to try and make it. Somewhere, anywhere. He was only really good at one thing in life, and that was fighting.

He took to training in wrestling (because shit was cheap as fuck). He wants to build a legacy, and he’s convinced 4CW is the best place for him to start., especially since he heard that they hire anyone these days.


REGULAR ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
The lights in the arena go dark for a few seconds before “I’m Not Sorry,” starts up; white strobe lights following different intensities flashing to the beat before a sudden spotlight is put upon the figure onstage. Head down, letterman jacket, snapback covering his features as one hand is clasped over a fist hanging down. With the first word of the song, the figure brings  his head up with a large smile, the lights coming back up as the strobes die down.

He looks around at the crowd for a moment, shaking his head before looking at the camera with a smirk. With one sift motion, just as the song picks up, he slaps the camera to a jerk and begins to head down the ramp, the visual shaky for a moment before it focuses again.

POWERS: "Coming in from Queen’s New York, wanting me to let you all know that he’s still new and doesn’t have any real nicknames lined up, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 156 pounds, Zeel Park!"

The way down is a quick strip, losing the hat and throwing it into the crowd before taking off his jacket. Bottom of the ramp, he shrugs into the camera with a laugh; a water bottle in his hand for some reason, out of thin air, that he uses to throw a bit of water at the referee once he enters the ring. He laughs when the referee yells at him and puts both hands up, jacket still in his hands, which he realizes. He throws the bottle to the outside and hands his jacket off as if it’s a title.

Finally, Zeel takes a seat on a turn buckle, reaching out to accept yet another water bottle handed to him by someone not in the shit. He takes a drink and then smiles for the pictures, waiting for the match to begin.


CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
The lights in the arena go dark for a few seconds before “I’m Not Sorry,” starts up; white strobe lights following different intensities flashing to the beat before a sudden spotlight is put upon the figure onstage. Head down, letterman jacket, snapback covering his features as one hand is clasped over a fist hanging down. With the first word of the song, the figure brings his head up with a large smile, the lights coming back up as the strobes die down.

He looks around at the crowd for a moment, shaking his head before looking at the camera with a smirk. With one sift motion, just as the song picks up, he opens his letterman jacket; revealing the title around his waist with nod. He slaps the title a few times before taking off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground as he rushes into a sprint down the ramp and right into the ring, ready to fight.

POWERS: "Coming in from Queen’s New York, he is your champion, standing 5 foot 9, weighing in at 156 pounds, Zeel Park!"

In the ring, Park takes off his title and kisses it, whispering a few things before handing it off to the referee. Taking off his hat, he throws it into the crowd and leans on the rope. Finally, Zeel takes a seat on a turn buckle, reaching out to accept a water bottle handed to him by someone who we still don’t fucking know. He takes a drink and then smiles for the pictures, waiting for the match to begin.


HANDLER INFORMATION
 PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: PM, Twitter DM

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