Kane Marrok
99% Dominant 98% Sadist 97% Primal
Kane Marrok
Age: 30s
Hair: Short, medium Brown hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'+
Race: Human, corrupted bloodline
Occupation: outlaw, thief, mercenary, killer at-large
Known Talents: Bladed weapons, Hand to hand fighting, stealth and survival skills including trapmaking, lockpicking, and escapology.
Fighting style: Composite tactics, blending the movement of softer martial styles, heavy attacks to joints and soft tissue, dirty boxing, and brawling. Heavy application of pain compliance and physical trauma even in nonlethal combat.
Other Notes: Multiple successful escapes from high-security dungeons and prisons. Severe casualties in all cases. Has been known to return and stalk, harass, and assault guards post-escape.
: Six in all were with him, two at his sides, two at the back.... Golden-boy up front spouting his Holy Man hoo-doo... some sing-song about gifts and divine mercy from the gods.... Fuckin' psycho-babble....
Wouldn't be long before they were outside.... Sit tight, Kane... Once the bag 'n chains come off, Fancy-lad goes in the first ten seconds, the rest in order of prettiest first... Enjoy the escort for now...
Kane kept still the entire time.... like a gator waiting for prey to walk itself into the waiting death trap..... Eyes focused in a moment when the bag lifted.... green eyes finding and fixing on the offensive golden officer... As the shackle fell, Kane caught the metal band before it slid fully from his right wrist.... weight of the left cuff and the chain attaching it was more than enough for an impromptu flail.... The sudden whistle of the chain spun... brought around....
Goldilocks collapsed in a puddle of tenderized meat, half a handcuff caving in that greasy face and wedging into what's left of his brain pan.... Shock allowed him free reign for the rest..... throats cut just above where those iron shirts ended their protection... Goldy's hunting daggar borrowed for the incisions.... wasn't like the meat-sack needed it anymore....
Would've been a good a time as any to make himself a memory.... but he still had some business in the area.... Score to settle with the good warden of this dungeon resort.... same as the band of bounty-huntin' punks that lucked out and caught up to him on a bad day.... This scuffle just now? A decent warmup... Didn't know any of 'em, didn't have any beef with 'em either....
All the same, he'd scrape them off just because there was some down time before dinner, and there wasn't a brothel about to leave a deposit or two... :
Age: 30s
Hair: Short, medium Brown hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6'+
Race: Human, corrupted bloodline
Occupation: outlaw, thief, mercenary, killer at-large
Known Talents: Bladed weapons, Hand to hand fighting, stealth and survival skills including trapmaking, lockpicking, and escapology.
Fighting style: Composite tactics, blending the movement of softer martial styles, heavy attacks to joints and soft tissue, dirty boxing, and brawling. Heavy application of pain compliance and physical trauma even in nonlethal combat.
Other Notes: Multiple successful escapes from high-security dungeons and prisons. Severe casualties in all cases. Has been known to return and stalk, harass, and assault guards post-escape.
: Six in all were with him, two at his sides, two at the back.... Golden-boy up front spouting his Holy Man hoo-doo... some sing-song about gifts and divine mercy from the gods.... Fuckin' psycho-babble....
Wouldn't be long before they were outside.... Sit tight, Kane... Once the bag 'n chains come off, Fancy-lad goes in the first ten seconds, the rest in order of prettiest first... Enjoy the escort for now...
Kane kept still the entire time.... like a gator waiting for prey to walk itself into the waiting death trap..... Eyes focused in a moment when the bag lifted.... green eyes finding and fixing on the offensive golden officer... As the shackle fell, Kane caught the metal band before it slid fully from his right wrist.... weight of the left cuff and the chain attaching it was more than enough for an impromptu flail.... The sudden whistle of the chain spun... brought around....
Goldilocks collapsed in a puddle of tenderized meat, half a handcuff caving in that greasy face and wedging into what's left of his brain pan.... Shock allowed him free reign for the rest..... throats cut just above where those iron shirts ended their protection... Goldy's hunting daggar borrowed for the incisions.... wasn't like the meat-sack needed it anymore....
Would've been a good a time as any to make himself a memory.... but he still had some business in the area.... Score to settle with the good warden of this dungeon resort.... same as the band of bounty-huntin' punks that lucked out and caught up to him on a bad day.... This scuffle just now? A decent warmup... Didn't know any of 'em, didn't have any beef with 'em either....
All the same, he'd scrape them off just because there was some down time before dinner, and there wasn't a brothel about to leave a deposit or two... :
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