Zange the Hedge

==History==
Somewhere, in the frigid north, a young child struggled to survive. In the north, there were no sun, no warmth, and most importantly, no safety. Large beasts, outcast from the more civilized world, roamed the icy plains looking for their next meal. To them, a young child was nothing more than a small snack, an appetizer. Bestial fangs and claws chased after the child, threatening to tear the boy's body apart. Day by day, this was the boy's life. Running and fearing the beasts. Every day was fear, and every day was hunger. However, as the beast neared the boy, the child suddenly turned around and released a frightening snarl. This time, the boy would not let himself be the hunted, and faced the beasts head on with his arms outstretched.
Hours later, the boy found peace. For that night, he would sleep fretlessly with a full stomach and a warm bed. Both generously donated by the beasts.
Five years later, at the very fringes of the northern tundra, civilization slowly flourished. A large industrial city was built in order to harvest the natural resources present in the north, but the overwhelming amount of beasts prevented the city from expanding any further than the fringe. As a result, the mayor sent out a request to the nations across the world for strong fighters to push back the beasts and allow for further industrial development.
Igor Karfrokoff was one of the many who accepted this call. Igor was a wrestler, a famous face in underground circuits. However, the boredom that comes from fighting other wrestlers overwhelmed the man and drove him to apathy. He had travelled to the frigid north in order to test his mettle against the infamous beasts of the frozen tundra.
However, as soon as he had stepped foot on the beast's domain, he was immediately set upon by six massive creatures. Each of them more frightening than the last. Outmatched and outnumbered, Igor could only hope for a quick and painless death. He closed his eyes and listened to the horrific cries of the beasts. At least, until a sudden crunching noise silenced the snarling beasts. Igor opened his eyes and saw a pair of small hands gripping the upper jaw of a beast. The beast made a guttural noise, screeching and screaming out in pain as the hands drew themselves farther and farther upwards.
The other beasts quickly drew back, each of them were fixated on their comrade's pain. Taking this chance, Igor leapt up from his prone position and quickly took ahold of the nearest beast. He swung the beast around like a whirlwind, smashing the other beasts around them away like bowling pins. Once the coast was clear, he released his prey and sent it flying over the snowy hills. He turned to look at his savior, and to his surprise, it was a young hedgehog, probably not even at the age of 14. The hedgehog's fur was matted and caked with blood, staining whatever it's original color was to a deep crimson hue.
The mysterious child released the beast and sent it running away, yelping in pain. The boy walked up to Igor and tilted his head questioningly, never having met anything else other than beasts his whole life. Igor picked up the young boy and smiled.
"You're a strong one. How about you come with me, back to the city. I'll train you up good. There's no need for you to stay here in this frozen wasteland. You could be so much more!"
: -Igor Karfrokoff
The child did not understand, and simply bit Igor's hand. But Igor kept his smile. He had found something greater than excitement. He had found a son.
He brought the boy back to the city. The boy was intrigued by the massive buildings rising out of the ground. Pipes extended out from the buildings, belching steam and somehow keeping the air warm. To the boy, it was a completely foreign world.
Since then on, the boy became Igor's student. The boy had incredible strength, developed from years and years of surviving in the wastes. Under the old wrestler's tutelage, the boy learned powerful grappling moves and submision holds. Eventually, he evolved into a powerful wrestler, his arms and legs bulging with muscles and raw strength. At the age of 18, he finally decided to leave his home and experience the outside world.
"My child. You are strong, yet you do lack experience. If you must go off, remember this: Do not fight those who are weaker than you. Do not crush the dreams of those who are still growing. From now on, you are no longer my student, but instead. We are fellow wrestlers. Allow me to bestow upon you a name. If anyone asks you who you are, answer them proudly and say: 'My name is Zange!'"
: -Igor Karfrokoff
==Looks==
Zange is a brutish, muscle-bound hedgehog with crimson fur. Interestingly, his original fur color was not red, but instead, it was stained such by years and years of killing and sleeping inside the corpses of beasts. Being a wrestler, he tends to shy away from thick and restrictive clothing, instead he prefers to only wear a thin pair of wrestling tights. He also wraps his hands with sports tape for greater grip strength, and thick boots to prevent injury.
He's quite proud of his forelock of hair. He grows it out in order to mimick his trainer, Igor's mohawk, but found that his hair is too wispy to fully emulate it.
==Personality==
Zange is quite naive. Unsurprisingly, being raised by beasts during his childhood, and singularily raised by an old wrestler during his teenager years. He has also never left the frozen norths until his 18th birthday, thus knows very little of the outside world.
Despite his intimidating figure, he's quite a nice boy. He holds a very wide-eyed optimistic view on life, and has a habit of enjoying anything he does. However, when he gets serious, all frivolity in his personality apparently vanishes. He takes fighting
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