Chad "CJ" N'cho Jr. - D8 CBD 3 [FIN]

Hockey means everything to men like him. The sound of ice against blades. The swish of a goal. The loud thwack of a puck hitting his goalie gear. It's the best feeling in the world to be out on the ice. Always looking out for his boys. He's the anchor; a weight that protects everyone from moving too out of place. Protecting the one place that matters, he's always been good at handling pressure. Ever since he was a kid, he's always been the rock for everyone around him. A stone being smoothed by the troubles of others. Unmoving, he's a wall that's unbelievably high to get past. It's always deadly to sit back and wait for the opponent to make a mistake.

And that's where he finds himself in life; always sitting back and observing. Eyes stuck watching the room as people go about. Rumors spread around the Vipers of what happened in the past. Theo is nothing like he had expected at first. People talk about victors as if they're meant to be worshipped or hated, but with the way he'd seen Theo, the guy was just what he always probably was. A guy. Or well, a much more traumatized guy, but that's besides the point. CJ saw everything on the ice, whether people wanted him to or not. It's a mystery that people still act surprise when he voices his observations.

There's some bite still. Pushed too hard and you'll push just as hard back. A yell at some guy who thinks he's got the nerve to step up to him. Some guys like to jump in, but CJ always pushes them back. Handling things himself is easier. A glare, a tough stance before he pushes them down. Eyes staying firm as he speaks ever so harshly. "Dude, you don't want this smoke." Afterwards, they always scamper away whispering some sort of bullshit about him, but he lets them. Words mean nothing to men like him. Actions speak the loudest. And he's always kept a firm line on that. Hockey is his world. He wouldn't give it up for anything.