Tryndamere
Fueled by my unbridled fury and rage, I cut my way through the tundra, mastering the art of battle by challenging the Freljord's greatest warriors. I seek revenge on the one who decimated my clan and strike down all those who stand between my and my final retribution.
Struggling to survive in the harsh, frostbitten Freljord, the young I and my people warred with other tribes over the scarce resources of the land. One such battle changed my life forever. Raiders ambushed my clan in the dead of night, and though my warriors were able to push the first wave of attackers back, they weren't prepared for the dark figure that next stepped forth. He wielded a cruel, living sword, and inspired an unhinged bloodlust in the invaders with his unearthly magic. My tribe was overrun within moments. With no hope of defeating the enigmatic being, I threw myself at certain death. The dark figure swatted me aside, mortally wounding me.
I saw death and destruction engulf my home as my life slipped away. No one was left standing - only the screams of the dying remained. Unable to surrender to death, I gave in fully to my wrath. My blood boiled and my anger consumed me, banishing my mortality. I staggered to my feet - barely able to take hold of my sword - steeling myself for the decisive confrontation with the shadowy being. But the dark figure did not even lift his blade, and instead gave me a knowing smile as he withdrew into the shadows. That was the last time I ever saw my nemesis.
A man robbed of his home and his people, I wandered across the Freljord for years, vowing to forge myself into a brutal instrument of revenge. I visited all the tribes in the frozen wastes, besting each of their warriors until there were none left to challenge. In doing so, I mastered the barbarian ways of war and harnessed my anger as a force to be reckoned with. With sword in hand and rage in my heart, I am now on an undying quest for vengeance against the one who destroyed the life I once knew.
"Rage is my weapon".
Vengeance against Aatrox.
Struggling to survive in the harsh, frostbitten Freljord, the young I and my people warred with other tribes over the scarce resources of the land. One such battle changed my life forever. Raiders ambushed my clan in the dead of night, and though my warriors were able to push the first wave of attackers back, they weren't prepared for the dark figure that next stepped forth. He wielded a cruel, living sword, and inspired an unhinged bloodlust in the invaders with his unearthly magic. My tribe was overrun within moments. With no hope of defeating the enigmatic being, I threw myself at certain death. The dark figure swatted me aside, mortally wounding me.
I saw death and destruction engulf my home as my life slipped away. No one was left standing - only the screams of the dying remained. Unable to surrender to death, I gave in fully to my wrath. My blood boiled and my anger consumed me, banishing my mortality. I staggered to my feet - barely able to take hold of my sword - steeling myself for the decisive confrontation with the shadowy being. But the dark figure did not even lift his blade, and instead gave me a knowing smile as he withdrew into the shadows. That was the last time I ever saw my nemesis.
A man robbed of his home and his people, I wandered across the Freljord for years, vowing to forge myself into a brutal instrument of revenge. I visited all the tribes in the frozen wastes, besting each of their warriors until there were none left to challenge. In doing so, I mastered the barbarian ways of war and harnessed my anger as a force to be reckoned with. With sword in hand and rage in my heart, I am now on an undying quest for vengeance against the one who destroyed the life I once knew.
"Rage is my weapon".
Vengeance against Aatrox.
- Birthday
- April 7
- Location
- Freljord.
- Gender
- Male ♂
- Nature
- Rash
- Favorite Pokémon
- zapdos
mewtwo
mew
giratina
regirock
regice
registeel
regigas
lugia
dialga
palkia
reshiram
