He was born into a military family, him and his brothers all served their clan in battle. Even at a young age, Köpek had great potential in him, and his leaders saw that.
He quickly moved up in the ranks.
His father, a commander of his clan wanted the best for his children, training them tirelessly until they would start to vomit. Every day was like this for young Köpek, though he wanted to serve his kind and to be like his father. Nothing seemed to stop his determination and great pride.
At the age of 25, Köpek has been to battle many times over and over, taking land and such for his great nation and tribes. His father has passed on, though his children including Köpek lived on to serve under the clan name and to push on and conquer what they were trained to do.
Years pass by, Köpek has only been made a better man, a harder man. He’s taken many lives in battle, this is all he knew. Tactics, killing, and strategies were all printed in his brain, and he seemed like he had time for nothing else than drinking and women.
Now a days, at the age of 50 he follows wherever his army/clan/culture goes, and rarely speaks any other language than his own.
Köpek looks down to the man as he crosses his arms, he scoffs at him. Köpek would return his gaze ahead of him, moving off to ignore the man and continue on his path.
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