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Property Value Aliases The Mortless Monster Race Zoomorph Sex Male Born 11 Solai (I Summer) 3774 Died — Status Alive Dynasty — Titles — Roles — Origin Sotto Village, Dekhrai-Niki Castle Religion Shinri Factions — Height/Weight 187cm / 98kg Family Krass an Greamann (Father, 💀)
Helga the Shaper (Mother, 💀)
Overview
This beast was born in a bandit camp near the village of Sotto, from which the vast majority of the gang hailed. His blood was loud from the very start: his father was Krass himself, nicknamed “The Vice-Grip,” a legendary slasher whose name thundered across the expanses of the Beaver Peninsula. His mother was no simpleton either; she held one of the most important positions in the detachment—managing the gang’s internal order. Possessing a talent for management, the woman, with her warm kindness, held the entire gang in check so that it worked like a single, well-oiled mechanism.
And then they were killed. Just like that. Every single one, except for the four-year-old snot-nosed Ryker and some other remnants fit for sale. An organized purge of the bandit den diverted the course of his life into a gutter. Lord Hakon bought the boy. De jure, Ryker became his adopted son before the law of the Alliance. De facto, he became a slave—a living tool for the fighting pits, meat thrown for the crowd’s amusement.
But the lad got a taste for it. The flavor of victory on his lips pleased him more than the bread of captivity. He craved glory and greatness. Escaping to the Nilhirim Peninsula, he set out to conquer the hearts of those who couldn’t care less about him. After a series of brutal victories and zero defeats in various arenas, our dog began to doubt the strength of the vaunted warriors of Nilhirim. It was not enough for him. He thirsted for truly worthy opponents.
And the peninsula gave them to him. But it did so with such cold, crushing disdain, with such disgust, the way a master kicks a cur that has soiled the rug. For his audacity to bicker with and insult the “chosen,” “pure-souled” warriors, they didn’t just defeat him. They trampled him into the dust without even dignifying him with rage, showing that between him and them lay an abyss. This humiliation only hardened his convictions: “There are no pure souls in this world. There are only those who hide their rot better.”
Now, humiliated by the strongest and having failed to oppose their might with anything whatsoever, Ryker seeks a new source of power. He has chosen the path of endless pain and shattered knuckles. His goal is now simple and terrible: to acquire such might that with every blow he knocks out not only his opponents’ teeth but also their hypocrisy, proving that inside, beneath beautiful armor and lofty words, they are all made of the same shit and blood as he is.
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