![]() Paragon was filled with people looking for very odd, rare things. It was a crisp night, and Dugan wasn't too sure how he would pawn this thing off under the radar, but hell, someone would buy it in this city. Swing by tha' house when ye' get off, and ah'll swap out tha' carburator on ye' harley for ye."Īnd with that, he strapped the statue to the back of his motorcycle, and wheeled down the highway toward home. He looked it over, and smiled, winking to Lenny. It was a carving of the mighty Colossus of Rhodes, the watchman to the great port of Rhodes, Greece. It was granite, about 3 feet tall, not too wide. The Sumb**ch has enough money for the week, and you could use it."ĭugan chuckled, and without saying a word, leaned over the counter, and took the statue. "Well.not for nothing, but Hendricks pinched himself a nice little statue. "Aye, tis' nae much at all.barely enough to cover rent." He took the check, and just sighed, shaking his head as he look to the numbers. "Here's your paycheck, D.isn't much, but whose is?" That fateful friday night, Dugan walked into the office at his warehouse, clocked out, and went to Lenny the clerk to get his paycheck. But one night, Dugan hit the jackpot.he just didn't know until it was too late. Of course, they weren't robbing the ships blind.just a few things here and there so the rent or electric bill was paid, and food on the table for their families. ![]() They would 'aquire' certain items on container ships that DID end up making port, citing them as lost or damaged. Needless to say, do you really have to guess what Dugan and his lot did? You guessed it. The economy was suffering due to the recent Rikti invasions, and as such, ships just weren't coming into port as often as they used to, leaving alot like Dugan hard up for that all-important check at the end of the week. Unfortunately, life in Indy Port seemed to just get rougher. Complicated in views, but simple in life and practice. ![]() ![]() Warmhearted, Dugan would just as soon help an elderly lady with her bags as he would pound some Lost gangmember's face in for trying to harm those under the protection of the IHR. It was no secret, Dugan was never perfect, but he tried as best he could to keep his own bad habits under control. A renegade biker saint and member of the 'Iron Horse Riders' motorcycle club, he tried his best to keep his neighborhood clean, while still of course trying to get ahead in life. ![]() He was a simple dockworker from Indy Port, a blue collar man trying to make ends meet while still living life and trying to make the best of things. No, life for 'Big' Dugan Conners was much simpler before that night. Indeed.the Colossus of Roads wasn't always as Colossal as he is now. "It was ah' friday night, aye.a night tha' I dinnae think ah'll ever forget." Also has seemingly limitless super strength, lifting in excess of 200 tons.Ĭolossus is biker, and has an affinity for creating one-off choppers outfitted with specialized equipment to not only support his massive bulk, but aid him throughout various missions and undertakings.Ī handful of custom motorcycles and his trademark golden gauntlets. "No stop signs, speed limits, nobody's gonna slow me down!"Ībility to turn into a living stone statue. ![]()
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