Forged in blood and tempered in sand, Shrike Thalos painted a name in blood and scars, sold to the arenas before he could carry his own sword, as a child he served the gladiator's that would become his heroes.
Fetching weapons became honing the edge of what those from the fighting pits called 'kind steel' for it's razor edge so sharp that the deathblow it could grant would be a mercy compared to the dull edge of many gladiators. It wasn't long before a life of serving the gladiators was not enough, and for a young highlander seeking glory, his challenges were only as surmountable as they were plenty.
Early on in his career, he became known for smithing his own weapons, and for those he'd crafted and handed off before, though now it was for the damage and chaos they wrought in his own hands. Inventive contraptions, nets that tightened with struggling, leather bands that shrank in heat and slowed blood flow- All these creations seen as near to abominations to the crowds that loved them served him well. So well that it was only so long before the boy sold to pay family debts had no debts of his own, and all the gil he could drown in.
Continuing to fight he grew more and more tired of combat, finding his best opponents in the men he trained with, eventually the highlander decided to forge his rivals the same way he forged the steel and rivets that earned his freedom. Training all matter of men and women, teaching the pit-rats sold just as he was how to weave a net and sharpen the edge of their daggers so that even the poorest iron made a threatening weapon.
All this done before his greatest pursuit, sought out by the Lady Sinavieve for her twisted games, though games the Hyur knew all too well, he joined Dark Market as a trainer of fighters, crafter of cages, and teacher of much, much more.
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