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It’s like this, see… I was born in the Outlands, escaped a cultist community shortly before a village-wide “assimilation” (I have no idea what that is, don’t press me on it.) and then stumbled into Mydnite city. I lucked out meeting the old hermit Shinzo Tanaka who essentially raised me as his own, and as such I gladly call him father. He’s amazing. Problem is, the Sons of Baphomet (The cult I escaped) left me with issues one might expect. I’m scrappy. Angry. Full of rage. Behind these pretty green eyes is a raging beast who DESPERATELY wants to break something… Break SOMEONE…

I began frequenting fight rings on the outskirts to beat on frogmen, since I was too small to take on human fighters my own age. I probably would have gotten myself into serious trouble if Shinzo hadn’t caught on when he saw my bloody knuckles. He followed me to a fight one day and caught me on my strongest showing, and it was right then that he decided to begin coaching me. It was time to cash out on his investment in me. I’m glad to be of assistance, frankly. Plus it’ll be nice to start making some real money and maybe live someplace nicer than this damn shack…

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I'm told I was a pretty cute kid.
I'm told I was a pretty cute kid.
I'm told I was a pretty cute kid.
I'm told I was a pretty cute kid.
This frogman later became a notorious pirate, believe it or not!
This frogman later became a notorious pirate, believe it or not!
This frogman later became a notorious pirate, believe it or not!
MAGIC!
Trying to wear down old man Shinzo's stubbornness so he'll let me prize-fight! It didn't work.
Givin' you attitude. Finally saved up enough for my own boxing shorts...
And speedo!
I know, I have a nice rear. Quit starin'.
Old man Shinzo doing a morning sword-dance workout
This was the exact moment Shinzo decided to let me prize-fight for real!
A photo from the night I finally started calling the old man "Dad".

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