<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Abby "The Viper" Williams<br/>Twenty Nine Years Old<br/>Hand-to-Hand</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/79beb321556aedf50f7b1c762704eabc/tumblr_mn2uymlU9K1rjpd1ko2_r2_500.jpg)</div>Trapped.  It was a feeling Abby Winters felt more often than not when she was at the gym.  Whenever she looked at the fight boards, it was always the same group of people.  Idiots who thought they could box and fight with the best of them.  Some had been around for years, training for the big fight that would never come for them.  They lived in denial, training in the same old gym day after day, with the hopes of having their names lighted up on television and news ads for the big fight that would never come for them.  Abby had fought them all, more than once.  It wasn’t long until the others at the gym began to avoid her in the ring, not wanting to go one on one with The Viper.<br/><br/>She had been something once.  Or, at least she was on her way to being something.  The local city boxing circles had all been trampled and destroyed by her as she fought for the respect and recognition she demanded.  Fighting the few other women fighters weren’t enough for her, and as she campaigned against the big, hulking bruisers of men in the ring, it was where the Viper was born.  Quick.  Decisive.  Calculating.  She’d bide her time in the ring, landing a few choice blows here and there before striking the final blow with the venom that was her fists.<br/><br/>She had dreams, goals that burned deep in her heart and mind with every single blow she landed on every single opponent.  Truly she believed every punch brought her one step closer to making it big in the professional fighting world.  She dreamed of being the undisputed champion of the world, of being the best fighter in the world.  Many of her opponents thought that of her, fearful to get in the ring with the Viper.  Yet, when she thought she was close, when she was so close, everything was pulled out from under her.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/50b9521498b1232914a49531ec2d8e9a/tumblr_mn2uymlU9K1rjpd1ko1_r1_500.jpg)</div>A heart defect.  A damned heart defect kept her from climbing up that ladder of glory she dreamed of since she was younger.  The local circles in the city, the small time promoters, were fine with overlooking it, but not the big boys.  Not the Professionals who couldn’t risk having a fighter with that much risk.<br/><br/>So it was back to the smaller circles, and as the small time promoters began to shy away from her with how decisive she could be, the circles began to shrink and shrink around her.  Soon she was stuck in the local gym she had started out in, being nothing more than an instructor to those who wanted a taste of the big time fighting, and the underground, illegal fight clubs.<br/><br/>Personality wise, she can be somewhat abrasive.  Takes risks from time to time, to prove herself and satisfy the thirst for adrenaline.  Nicknamed the Viper for her deadliness in combat.  Speaks her mind freely.  Has somewhat of a hard time with developing a relationship with guys with her personality.  Boxing is her forte, knowledgeable in Martial Arts.  Does not like to use guns or other weapons other than her hands.  Feels as if it becomes less personal with guns and the like rather than with her hands and body.<br/>