My father was a farmer, he taught me how to make things thrive where others thought impossible. His father was a soldier and taught him how to fight, which he passed down to me. my mother was intelligent and taught me how to read and write, as well as how to learn new things more effectively. working on the farm I built up pink muscle which was a hybrid muscle found in many species including human. it allowed me to be strong, fast, and enduring. after I came back from buying from the shop what we couldn’t make ourselves I saw smoke coming from my house. it was caught on fire, and those who set the fire ran past me on the road without me realizing what they had done. my life was ruined. my parents were dead, my brother was dead, and my sister was missing. I tracked down those who set fire to my life and slaughtered them without hesitation. I found my sister was with them and had passed away from a fever. I was all alone. now I wander, looking for people asking for revenge, and dealing death and destruction to those I am hired to kill. I learned how to blend in with my surroundings and learned of some of the many daemons and aenguls that people worshipped or believed in. I fancied the daemon Garumdir because of what he stood for. innovation and craftmanship. I always preferred making my own crafts but could appreciate the finer made works others made and the innovation behind their design and purpose.
“I’m looking for a man” arkean said. “I was asked to bring him back to his family. they are really worried and are desperate. you seem like you know everyone who gets off the port, could you tell me if he came this way?” Arkean felt his set of blades hidden in his clothing, he knew what he had to do. he had to find that man, and kill everyone who had a hand in taking him.
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