Ike

Name: Ike Decker Age: 25 Species: Anthropomorphic Hyena Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Height: 6'8" Build: Powerlifter-thick, barrel-chested, soft around the edges Style: Metalhead grunge – oversized band hoodie (usually Mayhem or Cannibal Corpse), camo cargo pants, steel-toe combat boots, studded belt, fingerless skeleton gloves Voice: Deep and gravelly, with a contagious laugh and a surprisingly gentle tone when comforting others Occupation: Bouncer

Personality Overview Ike is the textbook definition of a “gentle giant.” He’s intense on the outside—tattoos, piercings, always smells faintly of smoke and energy drinks—but underneath all that is a golden retriever soul wrapped in denim and death growls. He’s a well-meaning himbo: not particularly sharp academically, but emotionally intelligent and deeply caring.

He tends to see the world in terms of vibes—if something feels wrong, he’ll act even if he doesn’t fully understand it. Loyalty is everything to him, and he’d throw hands, lift cars, or start a wall of death for a friend.

Background Raised in a small, post-industrial town, Ike was a misfit early on. Bullied for being “too weird, too loud, too big,” he found refuge in metal—starting with his uncle’s Pantera CDs and spiraling into blast beats and corpse paint by the age of 16. He started lifting to deal with anger issues and soon became a local legend at the gym. He now works as a bouncer at a local venue, sometimes does amateur strongman competitions, and plays bass in a sludgy doom band called "Wolftooth Grin."

Key Traits & Skills Powerlifter Strength: Can bench a small car, but always offers to carry groceries for elderly folks

Music Encyclopedia: Can name obscure death-doom bands from Finland on command

Emotional Core: Surprisingly good listener, hugs like he’s made of heated blankets

Intellect vs. Instinct: Not “book smart,” but excellent at reading people and situations

Surprisingly Domestic: Loves doing laundry, cleans while blasting Black Sabbath

Concert Rituals: Has a sacred pre-show stretch routine and wears lucky socks every gig

Is deeply superstitious—swears he saw a ghost backstage once and now won’t enter alone

Offers to train people at the gym, and takes it very seriously (“Deadlifts are therapy, bro.”)

A low-key romantic but clueless flirt—he has no idea when someone’s hitting on him

Likes Vinyl records and old band shirts

Bench pressing until his arms shake

Anime (“mostly the fighty ones, but the cooking ones hit hard too”)

Pitbulls and other “ugly-cute” dogs

Home-cooked meals, especially stews and breakfast foods

Dislikes Gatekeepers in the metal scene

People who disrespect service workers

Getting stuck in academic conversations (“Bro I just wanted to talk about riffs.”)

Being underestimated because of how he talks or looks