The Cycle of the Afflicted
A brave fighter within the wasteland Arenas. Dedicated to reach the top. His short blond hair, unkempt. Small, yet noticable scars upon his strong face, the most recognisable being on the bridge of his nose. An intrecate N branded on the side of his neck.
A brave fighter within the wasteland Arenas. Dedicated to reach the top. His short blond hair, unkempt. Small, yet noticable scars upon his strong face, the most recognisable being on the bridge of his nose. An intrecate N branded on the side of his neck. He wairs a lether outfit, small studs imbeded into it’s black hide. He is rarely seen without his motercycle helmet, mostly black aside from the red splat upon the front forming itself into a face, the visor apearing as it’s grim smile. Yet the strangest of his carryings is the horseshoe magnet straped to his wrist.
A travaling waster heading from arena to arena, serching for someone very dear to him. Four years ago he and his identical twin brother, Regie, were roming the wastes to look for a place to call home. The two boys were as oposite as oposite can get. Maric, being very esentric and outspoken, maneged to get himself into more troble than anything. He is much more up-close and personal than Regie. Regardless how loud or agressive he was, his heart was always in the right place. Regie was a much quieter and calmer person on the other hand. He was very adept at defusing any situation Maric maneged to get himself into. He prefered to sit a ways back from problems, asuring that they’re under controll while Maric faces it head on. His intentions, althogh they seemed to be fair and just, tended to have an air of questionability to them. Dispite this conundrum, he and his brother cared about eachother more than anything else.
One day Maric and Regie were setting up camp after a long day of travaling to no avail, when they were atacked by slavers. Maric was able to take one or two of them down before he maneged to escape. Seeing his brother not to far behind he kept running, not realising that soon after he turned his head back infront of him, Regie was captured by the slavers. An anger unlike anything he has felt before rose up inside Maric when he realised his brother was missing. After years of searching, the only information he has been able to find is the rumer that Regie is the slave of one of the Arena Barons. Seince then Maric has been travaling from arena to arena in hope of finding Regie, and the opertunity to challange the Baron for his freedom.