Mawbone Grunt

Shirtless, hardened bodies covered in dirt and tribal paint. They wears a decayed ram skull helmet—a symbol of his birthright as prey turned predator. Their weapon is handmade, worn with age and kill-scars. They aren't not ceremonial—they are utility. This character is the everyman enforcer: not a chosen elite or a cultist zealot, but a savage grunts molded by fear, routine violence, and primitive hierarchy. Think of them as wolves bred by wolves, functioning with predatory instinct and territorial rage.