Subject name:
Marin Flo Michielsen

Alias:
Stain

Class:
Fighter

Stats:
Athleticism: 5 -1
Dexterity: 2 +2
Constitution: 5 -2
Intelligence: 2
Charisma: 3 +1

Backstory:
They call him Stain. Not because it’s his real name... he doesn’t have one... but because that's all he’s ever been to the people who owned him: a blemish, a smear, a dirty joke they could throw into a cage and laugh at while he bled for their entertainment.

Stain was born in the final years of the Pandemic. No one knows who his parents were. Maybe they died from the fever. Maybe they sold him off for a day’s worth of food or a vial of clean water. It doesn’t matter. By the time he could walk, he was already in chains.

The elites of Freecity—the clean, the rich, the untouchable—adopted him not as a child, but as a thing. A pet. A toy. A fighter. They raised him in a dank, sewery cellar, not with love or education, but with pain, brutality, and the cruel mockery of bored monsters.

At the mere age of 5, Stain was fighting dogs continually. Day after day murdering Until he found his match, a Black husky gazed into his eyes. From that A bond merged between the two. Without trusting one another they started to live together. and shattered the idea of loneliness. It was a 'spot' of fate that entered his life.

For twenty years, Stain has known nothing but survival. He was bred in the shadows of neon towers, raised in private arenas soaked in blood and death. Fighting was never a choice—it was his language, his purpose. He learned to read a man’s weakness better than any book. He learned that mercy is a lie, and trust is a blade with no handle. Only Spot could reach his heart and soul.

But everything changed after he nearly died. After being stabbed multiple times by his attackers he was pierced through the cage and got injected with something by someone outside of the cage. Drugged by whatever liquid flowed through his body, something awakened within him. In a fit of primal rage, he pulled the spear out of his body, turned against his captors, tearing through the gates and bodies of the surounded men.

His Captors tried to have him stop by killing his only companion 'Spot'. When endless rage emerged from Stains body as a dark aura and everything went dark. When he finally regained consciousness, he found himself in a rather calm state of mind. The gates broken down, and the remnants of the elites were nothing but a pile of ash and dust. But amid this scenery, a miracle unfolded. As if by some cosmic favor, his dog returned to him—a spectral form that glowed with an otherworldly light. Empowered by this strange resurrection, Stain found the strength to crawl from the depths of the arena into the real world. with his soul torn into two pieces.

Now, armed with newfound necromantic abilities and a bond with his resurrected companion, Stain roams the dark world of Free City, navigating the line between vengeance and survival. He is a force to be reckoned with, a haunting specter of the past who embodies the very essence of resilience and obliteration. In a city filled with elites who once used him, Stain is no longer a stain—he is a reckoning waiting to happen.