You got his attention.
You will be seeing him soon.
“Bein’ the boss… is a lot better than not bein’ the boss!~”
A leader of Ionia's growing criminal underworld, Sett rose to prominence in the wake of the war with Noxus. Though he began as a humble challenger in the fighting pits of Navori, he quickly gained notoriety for his savage strength, and his ability to take seemingly endless amounts of punishment. Now, having climbed through the ranks of local combatants, Sett has muscled to the top, reigning over the pits he once fought in.
"I ain't no 'half-breed'... I'm a full breed, and I'm the only one..."
Sett towers over the majority of his peers at an impressive 208.28 cm (6'10") bearing a heavy mesomorphic form. Having a fair tone to his roughened exterior, Accompanying the various scars he proudly owns from his previous bouts and brawls. The most noticeable scar giving him an infamous feature across the bridge of his nose. Inheriting the majority of his father's features, Including his strong jawline and overall strong physique he has managed to keep at top shape through his earlier years as a challenger. A messy head of wine-red hair adorns his head. The most noticeable feature of his mother's genes coming in the form of his protruding red-furred ears though it is unknown if he bears more patches of fur. Though his previous lovers had seen and could be the only known source to confirm the rumors of his patches of fur or even a potential tail. Though being known as a grimy dirty pit fighter, Sett enjoys keeping his Hygenic regime on point. Resulting in a pearly set of fangs inherited from his mother's side. His usual attire consists of flashy clothes. His most famous being the luxurious expensive coat he obtained after clawing the pits into his own hands. A thick mane protrudes from the collar as a sign of pride, Golden accents and sigils adorn the coat at his request. Along with similar gauntlets to complete the little attire he bears on his torso. (He holds a deep hatred for sleeves..) A pair of white pants which he complains about despite enjoying their color at first. As ridiculous as his shoes might seem, Do not be fooled as the majority of his outfit is made from highly prized Ionian silk. Though this being his most infamous outfit, He has been seen by others close to him in other much more comfortable clothing and is not afraid to be given a change of clothes when his usual luxuries are not available.
"How can I lose when I came from the bottom?.."
Origins
Being given the name Settrigh. Or Sett for short, He was born from an Ionian Vastayan mother and a Noxian Human Father. Being branded as a mutt from the beginning had caused both human and his mother's community to appall the family for violating its tribal norms. Though Sett's father's infamy as a local pit fighter usually kept them from voicing their disapproval.
"If I ever find my old man, well, I hope he's been training."
Departure.
The little protection his family obtained was gone the day Sett's father had disappeared. To both humans and vastaya, They were more than free to express their contempt. The young mutt was bewildered and ridiculed for his contaminated blood. Both natives and invaders shared their equal hatred towards the presumed product of war. Everywhere he visited. Trouble always seemed to peek through the corner.
"Momma always said I had her temper."
Kill the boy. and let the man be born.
The young pup had grown up fast. Resulting in using his fists to silence the voices of insults. News had reached his mother when she had found out that a little beast-boy was causing havoc in fits of anger. Fearing for the potential path her son was certain entering, She made him swear to not go near the same Noxian pits his father had fought in. But the more the little beast-boy fought. The more he thought of his father. Eventually obtaining knowledge on his father's departure. His father had bought his way out and left to tour for much more profitable pits abroad. He had deserted his family to seek his fortune. Burning with rage, This had lead to his bastard son to beginning his savage conquest in the very pits his father once reigned in. Deciding on one important goal. To clean out the competition to force his father to return to fight the boy he had abandoned. And that boy, Had no intentions in losing.
The uprising of the
Half-Beast Bastard.
From the first punch, he had thrown his anger and hatred. Becoming a sensation almost overnight. His primal strength and ferocity combined in unison with his bloodthirsty nature inherited from his father. He continued to drop each opponent no matter the damage he would sustain after each one, He seemed to keep fighting even after a night's rest. Landing him the undisputed spot as the King of the Pit. A swollen coffer of prize money and a trail of blood, sweat and opponents to his name. Night after night he, He would accumulate a handsome prize. Bringing the money to comfort his beloved mother. Despite lying about his occupation, It warmed his heart to see his mother express her pride in her son's success. No one was taunting and insulting them anymore. Yet one thing had flooded his mind upon receiving his 'final' reward. The real money, Remained at the top. He might have remained atop the ladder, But now he was determined to break it and claw the entirety of the criminal organization into his own hands. And soon, The opportunity would show thanks to a source.
"They don't make tombstones for stray dogs."
A record-breaking crowd had roared as the two combatants had entered the arena. Yet the prized champion had his task at hand; To defeat the challenger, Only to speed up his process in obtaining his real prize. Each blow had prompted a cheer from the crowd. The Half-Beast allowed a few hits to land in order to pump up his fans. He still enjoyed being the center of attention until finally landing the final blow. His challenger had remained limp upon the floor. With a crack of his bloodied knuckles, Sett had clenched the golden brass knuckles he cherished. Golden irises shooting up at the Noxian matchmakers residing above in the private section. A crazed smirk now painted across his bloodied muzzle as he had made his way up to their private segment. Little did they know, The Half-Beast had managed to fight his way through their so-called security. Suggesting once entering their segment. To give him full control of the arena and its revenue. To which the matchmakers had promptly refused.
"I was hopin' you'd collectively refuse... Let's talk."
The clicking of the doors locks echoed along with a massive bar now promptly locking the door. What ensued was a violent turmoil, the crashing of objects along with the horrified screams of the inhabitants screaming for dear life and pleas for help until finally. Silence had engulfed the segment. Moments after, The door had opened. The matchmakers had managed to emerge, Badly beaten and maimed with a message on their bloodied lips: The Half-Beast. Was now the new Boss.
"It's all part of the bigger plan, Xizun. This is only the beginning."