Redagon - 'The Veil between life and death'
- Shawn Sheridan
- Jul 4, 2025
- 2 min read
Updated: Jul 13, 2025

"I ain’t here to be understood—I just here to remind ‘em what they'd tried to bury. I don’t chase no justice… don’t want no vengeance—I just make sure the debt get paid, one way or other."
No one knows where he was born, or what lands—if any—he dares to call home. He leaves behind no origin, only aftermath. The trail of his presence is marked not by stories, but by silence—smoldering ashes of villages, broken blades rusting in the mouths of rivers, and corpses of both Rheyn and Oji stacked like forgotten oaths.
He kills without favor, mourns without witness. They say his heart is stone—not hardened, but hollowed—echoing with the screams of those he couldn't save, and those he chose not to. That pain follows him like a shadow, though he never speaks of it.
His verbal speech is a broken cadence, however his hands speak a form of sign language that all understand and fear. For mercy is a tongue long dead to him.
His hair, once groomed with pride and purpose, now hangs in clumps, knotted and blood-soaked—each strand a thread woven with the guilt of the innocent and the ruin of the damned. There are whispers that the very souls of the slain cling to him still, tangled in those locks, unable to rest.
He walks the line between justice and vengeance, and perhaps, no longer knows the difference. He does not serve kingdoms or gods. He is older than politics, deeper than revenge. When he arrives, death follows. When he leaves, silence remains.
Some call him a villain, others a hero. Most call him a ghost. But all agree—he is the reckoning. In a world where power corrupts and loyalty is for sale, he is the one coin no one dares to spend. Not because he’s priceless… but because he’s final.
He does not knock on doors. He breaks them down. And when he does—pray you’re not the reason he came.
His name floats on the wind like a curse, barely spoken above a whisper, as though to say it aloud is to summon him. He is the Red Dawn—a storm without allegiance, a blade without sheath, he is … Redagon.



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