TRIBE-150: Basmu

He became king after his father’s death, being his only son. At the beginning he was somewhat motivated to do a good job and please the First Warriors, but soon in his reign started to see that because he was the king everyone would do what he wanted and he could get anything effortlessly. He grew lazy and lost all motivation because he had everything he needed. He had no dreams or desires to push him farther so he just lived his life happily without giving a damn about the rest: the first warriors, the other grifix, the priestess... he mistreated everyone in the village and his family, they meant nothing to him. But he forgot that there was actually a threat in all those things he ignored, and that his power wasn’t limitless.
One day, the First Warriors’ patience reached its limit and the Priestess came to kill him in the middle of the tribe, under all’s sight. He got overtaken by fear and showed  cowardice that brought disgust on the faces of all grifix. When his son stepped up and stopped the Priestess from killing him, he thought he was saved. But then his son killed him. That’s when he regretted everything he did in his life, the way he treated his family and all the other Grifix. There was nobody to stand for him, there was nobody to even feel pity for him. He was disgusting and died without a trace of honor left in him. His soul had never been set free from that shame he felt. His soul will forever haunt terrorized by his own self.