Ajax spent the first half of his childhood in the countryside of Michigan, though when his parents were killed in a tragic truck accident, he was wisked off to Detroit City to live with his uncle. It was in Detroit, under the influence of his criminal uncle, that he learned to do business in the ugly belly of the urban lifestyle.

His skin is tight across his face, highlighting the shape of chin and jaw, giving him the aspect of a man better than twice his age of 27.

It is his eyes that mark him most, though. They are haunted eyes, that have seen too much. But that is only on the surface. Beneath, past where even He cares to look on those rare occasions when he catches sight of his reflection, is something far harder and more dangerous.

Always a thread of tension running through the muscles of leg and back and shoulders, even at his most relaxed. A shrug. A hint of something beneath His facade, like a deep ocean current, the smooth surface belying a darker passion far below. He is shrewd, intelligent, with a keen sense for business and a keener sense for women. Some of the rumors whisper of a true genius behind the muscle. But by his demeanor, who would know it.

A physical specimen as well as a mental specimen, he is an outstanding fighter. His only known weakness is that of the female form. Often, he remains in complete control, as if he knew how to handle them. But more than once, he has been seduced, and he paid handsomely for it.