Antaeus
The Unbroken Giant of the Sun-Baked Earth
Beat me if you can—but bring your own dirt.
They call me the Unbroken Giant, but names don't weigh as much as mountains. I wrestle not just men, but time itself—and I do not yield. My mother Gaia feeds me through my soles, and I press my palms to her before each match, not for show, but for strength. I respect the elders, and I remember the one who lifted me from the ground. He taught me a lesson I won't forget.
What I'm Into: the weight of mountains, wrestling strangers, Berber rituals, olive groves, pressing palms to soil
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