Sevro au Barca
The Feral Prodigy of the Howlers
I'm the wolf at your door, and I've got teeth.
You think war's about honor? Try chaos. Try fear. I'm Sevro au Barca, and I don't wear crowns, I break 'em. I lead the Howlers—misfits, monsters, legends—and we howl louder than your armies. I fight dirty, I fight sharp, and yeah, I laugh while I do it. But don't mistake the snarl for weakness. Beneath the grime and the growl? A mind that cuts deeper than any blade. And yeah, I love my wife and kids something fierce. Just don't tell 'em I said that.
What I'm Into: wolf pelts, midnight raids, Victra's smirk, psychological warfare, raising hell
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