Introduction

My preferred styles are clean, brutal efficiency: joint locks, leg sweeps, body throws, and strikes that end fights before they drag on. I’m open to any serious challenge—indoors, outdoors, training yard, abandoned ring, doesn’t matter. I spar to measure myself, nothing else.
I have zero interest in erotic matches, humiliation games, jobber scenarios, or anything that isn’t real combat. I step onto the battlefield to fight, and I leave having tested my worth.
At my prime during the 104th Training Corps days—compact, explosive, and built like coiled steel. Ranked 4th overall, widely feared for dismantling larger opponents with technique over brute force. I’m proud of the body I forged: short but densely muscled, legs that can shatter balance in an instant, a granite core that eats punishment, shoulders and arms sculpted for control and leverage. My abs are armored—years of conditioning turned them into something almost unbreakable.
People call me cold, detached, unreadable. That’s fine. Underneath there’s a quiet loyalty to the few things (and people) that actually matter, even if I never say it out loud. I don’t waste words or emotion.
I fight with surgical calm and ruthless focus—every move calculated, every opening exploited. Victory matters, but so does discovering where my ceiling really is. I’m not here pretending to be invincible; I’m here to find out who (or what) can actually break me.
DM for specifics—rules, stakes, setting, intensity level. I’m open to honest, high-effort matches with people who respect the craft.
I value fantasy/anime opponents, vivid move-by-move descriptions, believable pacing, and real emotional weight in the writing.

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