My Ooman, My pup

Scarface

Halk'rath or now known as Scarface the new way devil or for now to his clan and yautja...Exile.

Scarface was a pure bredded elite guard in his youth, he hunted many trophies, gained many honours and respect from his clan.
He never claimed any mates or had pups, no body knew why but maybe he was waiting for the right partner.

All his chances, glory and respect went into the young hunter's head and caused him to make a terrible mistake that changed his life forever.

On earth on the year 1930 in the concrete jungle known as 'New Way City'. Scarface claimed his name that night on the hottest summer in human record.
Scarface's hunts were overkilling during a gang war, his target he sighted on was an human trophie... Bruno the god of gangsters.

Scarface gained his scar that very night when achieved his goal but he exposed himself to the humans and disgraced his clan.
He was banished to a planet called Torror, an insect invested creatures just as bad as the xenomorphs.
He was given his leader's spear and he kept his wristblades and tech.

Over the years of surviving, hunting and adapting on planet Torror he listened to all the achievements of others on his tech.
Most likely his leader left it to teach him or remind what he could of accomplished.

One day Scarface heard one story that made in interested and also changed him for the better good.
A young hunter who showed his clan you can achieve with what you have and you don't need to find an ultimate trophy to prove your worth.

Scarface listened in more and prayed to Paya that one day he could be just like the young hunter...Light-stepper.