Therianthrope, cursed or something, get over it. Now I punch people in the face for a living.
Found roughly 6 years ago outside of town in a drainage ditch, Meeka (Mikleine) was raised as a Ward of the state by Otto Brandis. With no solid knowledge of his origin or family, Meeka lived in the barracks of the guards near the southern border of New Calaban. Aspiring to be a soldier, Meeka trained to fight, focusing on hand to hand brawling. Unable to join the military when he came of age, he started a career as a fighter in the (underbelly arena). Recently after dethroning the former champion, Meeka has gained a permit to allow him to freely enter the larger city proper and compete in the much more prestigious (fighting arena). He also for the past two months has started living with Rowena Rumblefoot outside of town, assisting her with her chores and work in return for housing.
Friends describe Meeka as "delightfully blunt". He concerns himself with training, trying to set a good example to the other street kids, and taking care of the stray dogs that live throughout the (southern wall neighborhood). He doesn't concern himself with the wayward glances of strangers at his presence due to his "condition".
- Age
- 20ish
- Date of Birth
- Unknown, celebrates day he was found.
- Gender
- Male
- Eyes
- Yellow
- Hair
- Black
- Skin Tone/Pigmentation
- Grey-violet
- Height
- 5'1"
- Weight
- 100
Appearance
Physical Description
To be a fighter, you have to train daily.
Body Features
Large bat-like ears
Mentality
Education
Educated by soldiers... so you know, not bad but very not great.
Employment
Makes his money primarily through fighting and odd jobs.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Won the recent (underbelly championship)
Mental Trauma
Amnesia. Most of his former life comes in brief sensory flashes.
Personality
Motivation
To win. The whole championship. To shove my success in the face of all those who would distain me for it. To do good by most, mostly.
Vices & Personality flaws
I understand the greater role of magic, like nature and shit. But if you're a 'majiks' then you can get bent. I don't trust majiks.
Social
Honorary & Occupational Titles
the Southern March Champ.
Wealth & Financial state
My first taste of real money was after winning the championship, but I've grown accustomed to a life without much being a ward of the state. Oh, the championship cash has already been spent; money is only as good as what you spend it on.
Religious Views
My adopted father was a devout Cor worshipper and I've carried some of the beliefs and rituals with me. I don't like when organizations get too big though, so I'm not a church goer.
Hobbies & Pets
I started taking care of the stray dogs almost as soon as I started living in the barracks. Now older, I've invited other orphans and street kids to help. They loosely organize a small band to take care of the dogs. The dogs get care, the street kids get purpose, and the greater community gets less rats and pests hanging about.
Social
Honorary & Occupational Titles
the Southern March Champ.
Wealth & Financial state
My first taste of real money was after winning the championship, but I've grown accustomed to a life without much being a ward of the state. Oh, the championship cash has already been spent; money is only as good as what you spend it on.
Religious Views
My adopted father was a devout Cor worshipper and I've carried some of the beliefs and rituals with me. I don't like when organizations get too big though, so I'm not a church goer.
Hobbies & Pets
I started taking care of the stray dogs almost as soon as I started living in the barracks. Now older, I've invited other orphans and street kids to help. They loosely organize a small band to take care of the dogs. The dogs get care, the street kids get purpose, and the greater community gets less rats and pests hanging about.