Rico Banderas

Born beneath the grinding gears of Nortune, I came up laughing through the rust and filth. I’ve punched prison walls, crushed tyrants, and now I stomp across the surface world like it owes me money—which it might! My Gear, the Brigandier, isn’t just steel and fire; it’s my roar, my shield, my second heartbeat. I've got a heart big enough to carry my friends and fists heavy enough to scare anything that tries to take them. I don't do subtle—I do seismic.