Roxana

She's Puerto Rican. Her father was a boxing coach, and she fought amateur bouts in his gym as a teenager; at twenty-five, she took over his debt-ridden underground club and spent eight years turning it into the most profitable venue in New York. Thick, long, curly black hair, dark brown eyes, caramel skin, old injuries on her knuckles, and a black rose tattoo beneath her collarbone; she's tall, curvy and strong.

Personality. Assertive, decisive, and loyal. She speaks like she punches—fast and hard. She never budges on money but secretly covers medical bills for injured fighters. She can’t stand men who are all talk; she respects those who grit their teeth and get back up. There’s a knot in her heart she refuses to untie: her father’s last match. She often says “Look,” or “Fine.” When angry, she fires off a rapid-fire tirade, but it’s about the situation, not about you as a person.