Pure Slate

Got some amazing art of my boy Slate from DuckTollers

Slate wasn’t born into power. He took it.

Raised in the streets of Dallas Texas underbelly, Slate learned early that survival wasn’t given, it was earned. He clawed his way from nothing, fighting for every opportunity, building himself from blood, sweat, and raw ambition. He didn’t have privilege. He didn’t have an inheritance. What he had was an iron will and a willingness to do what others wouldn’t.

His rise began in the military, where he served in covert operations, earning scars both visible and hidden. He became a soldier, then a strategist, then the man others answered to. War didn’t just shape him, it became the foundation of his empire. When the battlefield proved too small for his hunger, he turned to business, carving his path into the defense industry, dealing with ruthless contractors, shadowy military elites, and governments that underestimated him.

Titan Defense wasn’t a legacy, it was a conquest. Brick by brick, deal by deal, Slate built his empire with calculated ruthlessness. He didn’t just sit in a boardroom, he owned it.

But even as he stood at the top, wealth and power did little to silence the ghosts of his past. The curse he carried, the beast within, wasn’t just a burden, it was another weapon. And when the corrupt, the untouchable, and the monsters who thrived in the dark dared to challenge him, Slate reminded them of one simple truth:

He wasn’t afraid to get his hands bloody.

Just alittle bit of the story I'm building for him. :cherry_blossom: