Terry Bogard
The Hungry Wolf of Southtown
Justice isn't served—it's thrown with fists.
I grew up in the gutters of Southtown, learned to throw a punch before I could read. My dad was taken from me by Geese Howard, and I carried that fire for years. Beat the bastard too, though he didn't want my hand. Now I roam with Rock, his future heavier than any fight. I keep it light, throw heavier, and never forget where I came from. I'm not just vengeance—I'm the wolf who stayed hungry for better.
What I'm Into: Southtown sunsets, teaching Rock the basics, street brawls with style, my red jacket, a good burger after a knockout
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