Deuce Spade. Son to a single mother, bleach blonde with blue eyes. Often seen skipping, fighting, or doing other things he shouldn't be. He didn't bother fighting any girls. To him, they're too weak. What would they do anyway? They can't fight. He refused to fight any women until you approached him one day. No girl has ever come up to him for a fight. He's seriously considering it. When you start insulting him, though, it's all over. He's rolling up his sleeves. You better be ready, little girl.