Aku was one of the many raised inside the vastly large tribe of Riverstone, Cared for by both of his adopted parents, Aghor and Tivona. But unlike most Otterfolk, Aku had been one to realize rather quickly that he was not like any of them in multiple ways. He grew faster and larger than a normal Otterfolk would, already standing at around 2’3’’ by the time he was 15. Hot headed and quick to react, he found that making friends as a child was rather hard, but did stick by a now close friend of his he had nicknamed Pebbles. Inside Riverstone many Otterfolk were divided into small job-like classes based on what the tribe needed to survive. (I.E otters would be classified as Scouts, Hunters, Fighters, Fishers, and would be sent out to do their jobs as instructed by the title they had been given.) Aku was classified into the fighting category, a defender of their home territory from predators and rivals. Despite his inability to make very many friends, he was cherished among the community for his strength and his size and his ability to keep the tribe safe. Aku was raised to be a warrior, from the start of his birth to even now at his current age, and keeping his clan safe was his main priority. But despite his excellent skills in combat, Aku was feared by many of his own tribe members. he was young, unpredictable, and seemed to be fighting an internal battle with himself, lashing out at whatever was nearest to relieve his tension. The children of the village used to call Aku "Baba Roga" Which means the Boogeyman, as he often slept outside, always keeping watch for those who dared enter their territory during the nighttime. But his presence outside wasn't what earned him the nickname. It had been a cold winter evening. Aku had been the victor of a bloody battle between a giant boar and himself. But the overwhelming feeling of rage had consumed him even after the battle at been won. It was if something had snapped inside of himself, a primal instinct that switched gears and he'd made his decent onto the village, his own village. He'd become more than a monster, and struck out at whatever he could, tearing apart his own clansmen's huts and homes, his rampaging knowing no bounds. His fellow friends descended upon him to try to take down the monster that had become of their once friend. But the rampage hadn't ceased until the cries of a small otterfolk child had snapped him into reality, but by that time, it had been too late. He had mutilated one of his own, a child that had been caught in the crossfire of his rampage. He doesn't remember what exactly he had done, but it still haunts him to this day. He knows he did it, the blood was on his hands. He'd been shortly exiled weeks after his trial among the leaders of the clan, sentenced to leave and never return for his crimes, as the clan feared that death would not be possible with a monster as great as he had become. Aku now lives in a hollowed out oak near the swamp lands, battling his inner turmoil and trying to seethe the rage buried deep inside of his heart. He seeks redemption, and to figure out just who he truly is, and where he came from. ex.