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ARE YOU WILD NOW OR JUST A MEMORY
SMOKEY EYES, ARE YOU FEELING GOOD ?
TAI MIUT is warforged, built on the bones and blood of fighters before him. Tai does not know where he came from, nor does he have any roots. He was overturned and uprooted, and fed into an arena - where criminals and more "beast-like" creatures were turned into gladiators for the sake of the rich entertainment. It was here that Tai was forged. He had no name, and served under foot of the larger gladiators - too kind, too soft for a place that devoured every creature that came into contact with it's walls.
In the effort to beat out his kindness, he was thrown into the threshold, and it was there, he raged. When the rage finally left him, it was this lonely child standing in the pit of his dead peers, exhausted and scared. He was taken in by an orc who taught him the ways, called this the Bloodwrath, a trait of "barbarians" and "monsters" and well, it wasn't like he could dispute it. As he grew, he shot up like a tree- huge and intimidating and he was nicknamed Tai Miut (tiny mew) like a callous tease to the tiny kitten he used to be. He became a prized gladiator, welding his greatsword and when that wasn't enough, he would use his own claws to finish off any prey.
His only companion was Nedjem, a fellow tabaxi - a brother and arms, a companion, maybe even something more. It was the arena that forced Tai to confront Nedjem but Tai, tenderhearted as he was, could not bear to harm his only friend and Nedjem, fearing that if neither of them participated they would die, reacted - activating Tai's bloodwrath, saving his friend's life and ending his own. When Tai came to, his claws stained with the blood of his only family, he howled in pain and swore never to let the Bloodwrath take him, to never hurt another living creature.
