REAVER

Reaver is an animalistic ravenous cannibalistic monster that salvages, takes and uses whatever he wants or can find.

No one quite knows how Reaver came to be. Some say he was born in Molvania. Others say he was found there. The distinction matters. All anyone really knows is that if you find yourself travelling through Molvania, you avoid Bone Castle.
You don’t approach it. You don’t look for it. And if you hear something moving beyond the trees, you run. Bone Castle sits amongst the wreckage and debris of everything Reaver has ever decided to capture, take or destroy. Broken carts. Splintered weapons. Rusted machinery. Animal bones. Things that belonged to people who were foolish enough to believe that Reaver understood the concept of ownership.

To Reaver, there is only what he has taken and what he hasn’t taken yet. Nobody knows whether he built the castle himself. Nobody is brave enough to ask. Reaver doesn’t speak much about where he came from, because Reaver doesn’t speak much about anything. He grunts, acts, screams but doesn’t talk. He eats what he wants. He takes what he wants. He fights whoever he wants.

Reaver doesn’t understand rules, contracts, rankings or championships in the way normal men do. A championship is simply something another man possesses. And Reaver likes taking things. There is no grand strategy behind him. No master plan. No quest for respect or admiration. He is appetite given flesh.

A primal animal driven by hunger, violence and the simple belief that anything he is strong enough to take belongs to him. Most wrestlers enter the ring because they want to prove something.

Reaver enters because somebody put another human being in there with him. And when Reaver eventually returns to Bone Castle, he rarely returns empty-handed.