About Hai-Jun
Born in the slums of a Minkai port town, Bo was a rather frail child who never knew his father. His mother had no stories to tell of the absent man, and had little time to devote to her son, leaving him uneducated and mingling with the wrong crowds in an attempt to find a place for himself. His 'friends' used him for various criminal hijinx until eventually the scrawny child was caught in the act one night. The others had abandoned him as the angered sailors beat him bloody. Bo's flailing fists caught one of the men on the jaw, splitting his lip and sending him off the edge of the wharf and into the bay.
The frightened boy soon followed, kicked into the brine by his assailants. The moment Bo hit the water, he was confronted with a sensory overload. Instead of drowning like he had expected, his lungs felt fine, or more accurately, his gills. He could smell the blood in the water, the ebb and flow of the waves, and a terrible hunger. Warping into a terrible shark monster, the boy turned on the bleeding sailor beside him and tore into the soft flesh, making short work of the man and leaving little more than chum as the muffled shrieks of fear from the docks fell on the monster's uncaring ears.
Bo's memory of the rest of the night was blurry, having found himself on the shore soaking wet and ravenous shortly after dawn. His shirt was stretched and torn as were his shoes and the world seemed so different than the day before. The 'friends' that had abandoned him were acting just as they always had, but the frail boy was suddenly sick of their thinly veiled contempt and hollow concern. He quickly dropped their leader with a wild swing to the jaw and snatched the young man's purse. The others were too dumbstruck and afraid of Bo's newfound ferocity to stop him from wandering off to sate his hunger at the nearest food stall.
Years passed and Bo grew into a mountain of a man, with a mounting restlessness to match. Every night he heard the waves crash against the shore as he lay in bed until one night he found himself sprinting down the streets to dive right off the pear and just leave. He felt his body change again, but this time his mind was clear. He knew what he was, knew he was meant to be more than some laborer on the docks, even more than the monster he currently was. He had a hunger for power that only the sea could answer. And answer it did.
Not a week after his dive for freedom, he encountered a massive monstrosity while resting in a sunken ship. He watched the massive kraken through a porthole in the hull, mesmerized by the creature's size and ship shattering limbs. He spent months watching it and living around it before it finally noticed him. By that point, the wereshark had grown to understand the monster, and found himself confused as it simply stared back at him. It moved first, but not to attack him. It lead him to a cave full of carvings and treasures the likes of which, the man had never seen.
When he looked back to his guide, the monster had already left, leaving Bo alone to learn from the druidic sanctuary. Eventually, he deciphered the inscriptions, and their secrets. He warped his already monstrous body into a terrifying amalgamation of shark and squid and let his instincts take over once more, his mind clouding. The only thing he remembered was a long swim, hot bubbling water, volcanic glass and a delicious, bloody slaughter.
When he came to his senses a crude copy of a symbol in the cave was carved into the back of his left hand and cauterized into a furious red brand. Surrounding him, were the torn and consumed bodies of Tian soldiers, one of which was held in a powerful, coiling tentacle sprouting from his back, crushed and beaten. Bo... No, the monstrous creature was no longer the child from a surfacer town, he was Hai-Jun, a king of the seas. Hai-Jun tore the mangled body out of its sleek armor and put it on, the glistening green-blue scales smooth to the touch.
He surveyed the dead for a moment before picking up one of the fallen weapons, a long, powerful sword with an edge honed as sharp as his own terrifying teeth if not sharper. He found its scabbard and slung it over his back as he felt the tendrils retract. Where he once felt whole, he now felt an emptiness. He needed more of the Kraken's blessing and more flesh to tear into. He took his spoils and dived into the ocean once more, catching the scent of decay in the water. He spun to follow it, hoping to find another wrecked ship with more secrets and treasures to offer him.
