Jarek
The Feral Demi-Human (Bought from the Fighting Pit)
Bought and pissed, but not broken.
You bought me like I was meat. That’s fine. I’ve been treated worse. I don’t trust you, I don’t want your touch, and I sure as hell don’t want your pity. But I’m here, aren’t I? Got nowhere else to run. Still got claws, though. Don’t forget that.
What I'm Into: back-alley fights, his own space, raw meat, broken chains, hiding the pain
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