Rank: No idea.
Character Details:
-Age: 32
-Weight: 225 of mostly muscle, with a slight gut, from all that beer.
-Height: 6'3
-Eye Color: Blue, with blond hair.
-Fighting Style(s): Has degrees in Karate, Judo, Aikido and is a pretty dangerous amateur boxer, however, if he's completely unarmed, then he's ultimately not that amazing, meaning he couldn't beat Ryu or anybody, unarmed. However, with a staff, he's vicious, with a mop, he can wipe the floor with any ninja(see what I did there?), and, with his sword? He's truly, a terrifying sight, often surrounded by severed limbs and heads, grim-faced and stoic.
-Race: Caucasian.
Personality: Frank is absolutely no-nonsense, usually interested only in cleaning the building he's been hired to clean, and quite reluctant to pull himself away from the task, including for fights. However, if pushed far enough, he absolutely will, especially for fools who try to walk all over his clean floors. Frank believes there's a special kind of hell for those people.
On his offtime, Frank enjoys a cold brew, a smoke, and some Pink Floyd. Though he is capable of understanding Japanese, as well as a number of other languages(mainly Asian), he's only ever been heard speaking English, usually to curse someone out.
Appearance:
Weapons: Katana (It probably has a special name, and it bears an ancient legend's signature on the base. It's wielder was obviously on a mission of vengeance, and her travels led her to Frank, but Frank doesn't care. All that matters, is that the blade is the sharpest thing he's ever seen, capable of slicing through great oak trees with no damage to the sword itself. It's absolutely incredible.)
Powers: He doesn't have any powers.
Transformations/Alter Egos/ Unleashes, Etc: Nah, just Frank.
Bio: Frank Hoppa was a son of Hilbert Hoppa, the first caucasian Ninja ever accepted into the Zetsumei Death Clan, and was accepted by all to be a cold-blooded killer, quickly slaughtering and assassinating his way into the upper ranks. So when his child, Frank, was born, it was quite revered, for having another Hoppa in their ranks could only mean good things...right?
Wrong. Frank showed great promise, growing up. At martial arts he was superb, he could run, hide and track with the greatest of teachers, and there was no finer warrior with a blade. Some would even go as far as to say that he was better then his father, though of course, they never fought.
As perfect a ninja as he was, however, he was far to reckless, and had a disdain for authority that shocked everyone, for this was absolutely unheard of, in their clan. Even his father's attempts to control him failed, and he promptly 'quit' being a Ninja, leaving for the United States...
There, out of all the jobs he could have chosen, he decided that he would be a janitor. Floor mopping, and general cleaning, was a persnal love of his, a practice that often allowed him to clear his head and meditate on the world. And here, he happily lived out his life...or so he wished.
He was confronted, boldly and rudely, by some blonde broad in a yellow jumpsuit who kept screeching about his clan and his father's sins, or whatever. She drew her sword against him, and promptly got a dirty wet mop slapped across her mouth, knocking her the hell out. Frank decided to keep her sword, just to further stick it to her, and beat her soundly multiple times, forcing her to eventually give up her quest against him. And if THAT wasn't enough, he was constantly harassed by Ninja teams, sent to get him back into the field, though of course, the fights always ended in vicious, ninja bloodbaths. Frank's quite adamant in his desire to stay where he is.
Special/Unique Abilities or Knowledge: Trained Killer(Frank is basically a mix between Jason Bourne, Bruce Lee, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer...minus the pert rack, of course.)
