Among the Ailur and Aiyani, the names Riku & Scalebreaker are spoken with both reverence and caution. He is a legend carved in motion - flame, fury, and instinct bound into mortal form. Riku hunts what others dare not name: the abominations that crawl from the edges of the Shroud, the nightmares that mock the balance of nature. His greatsword, Scalebreaker, forged from the bones of a fallen wyrm, hums with the weight of every creature it has felled. It is no mere weapon, but the echo of Riku’s will - a pact between hunter and hunt, sealed in blood and purpose.
 
Through the forest mists, his crimson silhouette flickers between the trees. One heartbeat he is there, the next he is gone - only the sound of his laughter remains, fierce and unrestrained. When he strikes, it is with the precision of instinct honed to art, his every movement a dance between chaos and control.
 
To the Chosen of the Spirit Tree, Riku is both guardian and storm. He embodies the sacred duality of the wild - the stillness before the strike, the mercy within the kill. When Scalebreaker falls and its edge splits the night, silence follows like a held breath, as though even the forest itself pauses to honor the hunter’s craft.