Fatty Bobsticks

No accessory. Maximum presence. The Shirtless Runt fighters decided that bare skin is its own kind of armor — visible, deliberate, impossible to mistake.

Lived-in color. The Warm Grey background belongs to fighters who have been through enough that their edges have softened without their core changing.

Every cracked card. White is the beginner's belt, and torn is how the crack left it, border and all: a White card is never printed. A repair earns Blue.

He exists in Fat Bob's extended universe — related, distinct, and absolutely exhausted by the comparison. Same build, same laugh, different problems. Do not, he begs you, get them confused.

Unglamorous and honest. The Black Peasant Rags fighters didn't dress for anyone else. They dressed for function and found that function is its own statement.

Horns, borrowed and knotted on. The Tied Horns fighters strapped the demon look across their eyes with string — close enough to feel dangerous, loose enough to take off before supper.

Where organization meets the streets.

The turned. 419 fighters who crossed into the demon form — hungrier, harder, and unmistakable on sight. The Dojo's second race, and its darker half.

Musical instrument. Strung instrument. The Shamisen fighters understand that performance and violence are not opposites — they are the same act in different registers.