<strong>Player Name:</strong>Writersblockade<br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Johnny Knuckles<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Jonathan Garret<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Age:</strong>32<br/><strong>Nicknames:</strong>“Knuckles” or simply “nuc”<br/><strong>Profession:</strong>Mobster<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Nothing more than a highly evolved enforcer, he believes in shooting first, then starting the conversation after the survivors have reached cover. A fatalist at heart, he holds onto his power and small piece of Gotham with an iron grip.<br/><strong>Appearance</strong><br/>(http://i825.photobucket.com/albums/zz178/Writersblockade/JohnnyKnuckles.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Jonathan grew up in Gotham. Lived and breathed Gotham his whole life. The son of a failed entertainer and grocery cashier, Jonathan also knew the hard reality of life. He was never getting out of Gotham. From the moment of that realization on, he lived with the intent of making his life as high profile as possible. He took boxing lessons as a kid, and even progressed to golden gloves level at seventeen. That was until some mobster decided he didn’t like the fact that he bet stupidly and lost his money on one of Johnny's opponents.<br/><br/>Jonathan was shown the way to the hospital the hard way, and he woke up with his left hand…his infamous jab hand tore to shit. To this day, on cold nights, the pain was a dark reminder of the last time he dared to hope that his realization was a lie…that the hands he was born with were going to get him the life he felt he deserved. He lay in that hospital bed and stewed. Went through the hellish rehabilitation and stewed more.<br/><br/>Finally, when he was released from the hospital, he was approached by Frankie Falcone. He was another mobster, one not pleased with the coward who’d shattered Johnny’s hand. Agreements were made, and Johnny’s hate turned to malicious joy as Frankie arranged for a special glove to be made for him. He’d never box professionally again, but he could jab now…and the glove was weighed evenly with reinforced metal along the knuckles. The vengeance he visited upon that mobster was the stuff of hushed conversation, and before long it was Knuckles standing beside Frankie at meetings. When Frankie got pinched for the long haul, it was Knuckles that he left his small fiefdom to.<br/><br/>It was Knuckles who held it still.