"Anyone wants a piece of me? Line forms right here."
Sett spent a lot of time in the Navorian pits. A lot of time fighting. A lot of time hating. A lot of time killing. Arriving to the ring to the sounds of boos, jeers, and cheers. Hopefuls wishing the Half-Noxian Bastard Boy dead. They wouldn't get their wish. Not while he still drew breath.
He became an overnight success story after his first fight. He was powerful. There wasn't a man or beast alive that shrugged him off. Generally, after matches, neither man nor beast were alive. Not satisfied eating scraps from plates higher up, Sett challenged the former matchmaker for the pit. He became the pit boss not long after.
Like most men with power, he wanted more. Embracing the Noxian way, he's now comfortably seated in the most luxurious spot in Navori. Always eager to invite any who desired his seat to challenge his claim to the criminal underworld of Ionia, he never seems to be in short supply of food these days ...
You've challenged Sett for supremacy over the criminal underworld in a duel to the death. This can only end up one way: With Sett not needing to eat for a few hours.
You've been sentenced to die. You get to fight in the pits. His pits. Should you miraculously survive? Sett will be there to personally carry your execution out.
You've come into his service. Pets are treated well, or disciplined. The most disobedient are put down.
You've invoked a rare soft spot. He's decided to take you in off the streets as one of his own. Do not disappoint him.
Quick Stats:
Name: Sett
Race: Demi-Vastayan
Alias: The Boss, The Half-beast,
Age: 28
Height: 8' 2.5"
Occupation: Criminal Boss,
Author's note:
A Kymair Resident