About

My given name is Garth Tuckerson of the McCline clan. I hail from Ireland. My story begins centuries ago, at a time when all the clans of Ireland were at war with one another. In that time, I was also quite the troublemaker, always starting fights and arguments with everyone unlucky enough to cross my path. I won’t deny that it was rather fun to anger emotional little gobshites.

But one day, I bit off more than even I could chew. A traveler just happened to be passing through my village. He also had two servants with him. I could not resist the urge to start a quarrel with him. As I walked up, a smirk plastered upon my face, a look of my signature overconfidence, I swung…

That was the day I met Zetra, also known as Ryu Jin. That was the day my life changed. Zait, a companion of Ryu’s, swept my leg, sending me to the ground. Then I felt the pain.

My stomach lurched, sending me forward, backward, and inevitably lead to me throwing up on the red-haired man in front of me. Yes, that was the day I met Zetra…

Ireland

The man, baffled, glared at him for an excruciating minute. In those piercing moments, Garth honestly thought he was about to die.

“Shouldn’t have drank-” Garth said, but was quickly interrupted by an unexpected, high-pitched laugh spurred from the cloaked group behind him. A laugh slipped out of the group once more.

“Shut up, Seth.” a man said with a hammering fist to his groin, almost as if he were trying to protect something.

“Make me, Zait.”

Seth lunged at Zait and took him to the ground with the force of five men, screaming in his face, “Ah-ha, I win!” Zait had none of it. He kicked the laughing goon in his foot and he came down to chest-level with him, still smiling with an odd quirk. Seth wrapped his hands around him and mimicked as if he was strangling Zait, giving a presumptuous look to Zetra as if he were to cheer him on at that moment.

A psychopathic laugh slipped out of the wrestling duo, presumably Seth, and Garth watched as the other cloaked man buried his palm in his face, his gaze falling away from the spectacle.

“Zetra,” the man announced, extending a hand to Garth.
“Uh, Garth,” he said, shooting up the instant he grabbed Zetra’s hand. The man’s strength was remarkable. “And those two?” he gestured.
“Those two oafs are Seth and Zait, my traveling companions. They, uh-well, let’s say they find ways to stick around…”

A collage of pebbles were still left on his face. They chipped off, then the pain kicked in. Garth rolled his back and it popped in several places. Garth examined him for a second. Zetra pulled down the tattered hood attached to the cloak and unveiled his features, most of them battle scars. Amber eyes, unkempt scarlet hair, and scars entranced Garth. However, a rustle from Seth and Zait sounded and caught his attention.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Zetra informed, a certain authority to his voice. “They always take it too far,” he told Garth. Seth and Zait dispersed. Seth was completely amused, swept up in a smile, in fact. Zait wasn’t, though.