<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Nash.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tucker Nash<br/><strong>Archetype:</strong>Big Bruiser<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Year:</strong>Senior, 1st Sem<br/><strong>Juncture:</strong>Modern<br/><strong>Concept:</strong>Southern Good Ol' Boy<br/><strong>Establishing Shot:</strong>Nash, soaked with sweat and with a massive Atlas stone curled under each arm, groans and curls the weights, from pressed against his sides to resting up atop his shoulders.  Veins bulge in his arms, and throb on his forearm, and then he drops both stones, which crack the tiled floor of the gym where they land.  Sheepish, Tucker glances around, rubbing the back of his neck as the gym teacher glares his way.<br/><strong>Known Information:</strong>Tucker Nash is from a small town in Texas, one which venerated football and placed little emphasis on academics.  Tucker's entry into the Netherworld was amidst a victory party for his high school football team.  Drunk, driving a somewhat stolen police cruiser, and with a pair of naked teenagers in the back seat, he stumbled into an abandoned building to relieve an aching bladder.  Instead, he arrived in the Netherworld, and eventually found his way to Shadowfist High School.  Tucker's not a model student - the only class he excels in is basic physical conditioning, and he has prioritized athletics based electives for the last three years.<br/><hr/>