NOX VULTUS

Stynk is a male Vratheen Gladiator, a scar-ridden beast of violence and strategy. His sickly dark grey-green skin is a tapestry of old wounds, each telling a brutal story of his survival in the Black Maw Arenas. His face is permanently twisted into a feral snarl, his jagged, yellowed teeth bared even when he isn’t speaking. His glowing, predatory eyes burn with both intelligence and barely restrained aggression, always scanning for threats or opportunities. His large, pointed ears are pierced with crude metal rings, trophies taken from defeated foes. His body is lean but powerful, a perfect balance of ferocity and speed, forged through years of merciless combat. His hands are wrapped in tattered cloth, stained with the remnants of countless battles, and his armor is a patchwork of salvaged plating, trophies of the opponents he has butchered in the name of survival.

Stynk is a walking embodiment of controlled violence—a predator in both mind and body. While his instincts scream for bloodshed, he is far from mindless. His aggression is tempered by sharp intelligence, and he knows when to wait, when to strike, and when to let others destroy themselves before stepping in to claim victory.

Stynk was born in an area of the Black Maw dominated by the Vratheen, where only the strongest survived, and life was dictated by violence and status. From the moment he could lift a weapon, he was thrown into the blood-soaked pits of the Black Maw Arenas, fighting to prove himself or die nameless. His rise was not swift—broken bones, near-death battles, and the corpses of former allies paved his way to the top. He learned not only how to fight, but how to manipulate, how to read his enemies, and how to kill with purpose. Stynk didn’t just survive—he thrived, and when the chance came to overthrow the Gladiator who ruled over his warband, he took it. Through ruthless tactics and sheer brutality, he crushed his former leader, claiming his title and warband for himself. Now, as one of the most feared and respected combatants in the Black Maw Arenas, Stynk rules with an iron grip, his name spoken in hushed tones by both warriors and those who gamble their fortunes on his victories.