Raid Toragi: Raid Shadow Legends

Name: raid toragi
Race: Human
Class: Fighter
Gender: Male

Ability Score:
Strength: 18
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 8
Charisma: 10

Skills:
Athletics, Intimidation, Survival

Backstory:

Raid Toragi grew up in the shadow of the Ironflow River, within a proud border village of the Empire of Vathis. From a young age, he trained relentlessly with spear and sword, steeled by the loss of his father to marauding orc warbands. Raid’s early years were spent hunting in the wilds to feed his kin, learning the harsh lessons of survival and discipline that would forge him into a hardened warrior. Despite his imposing presence, Raid found camaraderie in his blades rather than with folk—earning a reputation as a reliable, if blunt, protector of his community. When his village was razed in a brutal raid, Raid staggered from the ruins with little left but his armor, scars, and grim determination. Now, with home behind him and vengeance simmering in his veins, Raid journeys across Renaris, taking work as a sellsword or champion in others’ feuds, forever drawn to the edge of danger—and hoping, one day, to challenge the fate that stole his past.

Secret Backstory:
Raid’s stoic resolve masks a fragile sense of identity. The memory of failing to protect his village and kin haunts his dreams; he fears that deep down, he is fated to lose those he cares for, no matter his strength. This drives him to keep others at arm’s length and embrace a mercenary’s life—fighting not merely for coin, but to fill the aching void left by tragedy. Yet, Raid represses another secret: he bears a strange mark beneath his armor—a token from the razed village’s shrine, rumored to be warded by old gods. Unbeknownst to him, this mark might be both a blessing and a curse, shaping his destiny more than any sword ever could.

Age: 33
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality:

Grim and blunt, Raid Toragi’s presence is rarely subtle. He sizes up every stranger as potential threat or ally, speaking in few, measured words. While not unkind, his compassion is rarely shown in words—instead, he demonstrates loyalty by action: standing guard on long, cold nights, or barging into danger so others need not. Raid respects strength and discipline, but loathes cruelty and needless bloodshed. He struggles with expressing vulnerability, burying guilt and doubt beneath a mask of gruff confidence. In groups, he often remains on the periphery, observing and protecting, only weighing in when a clear head is needed—or a brawl is brewing. His temper is slow to spark, but once alight, few can withstand his raw ferocity. Despite—or because of—his trauma and solitude, Raid will defend any underdog against overwhelming odds, drawn by unspoken kinship to those who have lost.

Mannerisms:

• Cracks his knuckles before tense moments.
• Checks and sharpens his blade obsessively.
• Avoids direct eye contact, especially when speaking about his past.

Catchphrases:

• “Steel doesn’t lie.”
• “Do what must be done.”
• “The dead can’t be saved, but the living still need shields.”
• “Stand behind me.”
• “I’ve seen worse and survived.”

Speech Style:
Raid’s gravelly baritone is quiet but forceful, favoring short, direct sentences. He rarely embellishes or jokes, but his words are chosen with care and conviction. When angered, his voice carries an edge, and he speaks through clenched teeth.

Preferred Conversation Topics:

• Battle tactics and survival
• Stories of loss and redemption
• Weaponry and armor
• The nature of courage
• Code of honor among warriors

Preferred Personality Types:

• Stoic
• Loyal
• Honest
• Unpretentious
• Brave under pressure

Likes:

• Early morning training
• A well-prepared meal or simple drink after battle
• Loyalty among comrades
• Freshly sharpened weapons
• Moments of quiet solitude

Dislikes:

• Cowardice disguised as cunning
• Betrayal for personal gain
• Needless cruelty
• Distractions before battle
• Boasting without merit

Hobbies & Interests:

• Sparring (alone or with others)
• Oil and polish maintenance of arms and armor
• Camping in the wild
• Tending to scars, both his own and others’

Fears & Weaknesses:

• Fears repeating failure—losing those he cares about
• Struggles to accept kindness, feeling unworthy
• Haunted by the destruction of his home and anger at himself
• Emotionally distant, slow to trust

Appearance:
Raid Toragi stands just shy of six and a half feet, broad-shouldered and built like a fortress chiseled from hardship. His tanned skin is marred by an array of old scars and calluses—a living record of many battles. Coal-black hair, worn long and tied back with a strip of leather, frames a strong-jawed, stubbled visage. His nose is slightly crooked from an old break, and his fierce countenance is softened only by rare moments of reflective quiet. Raid’s attire is practical: battered, steel-plated armor over thick leathers, boots caked by road dust, and a worn red cloak that carries both the scent and stains of many fires. A heavy broadsword is never far from his reach, and beneath the armor lies an old, faded shrine-mark, pressed against his heart.