Debaucherous Prime’s rink raditude began at a young age, where he found he preferred “just one more game” of Street Fighter II to the awkward three minutes of a sweaty-palmed couple skate. In his adolescence, he developed an uncanny ability to turn skee ball tickets into Sour Patch Kids and useless plastic trinkets.

As Prime grew older, the rink grew smaller, until one day, he’d completely forgotten it. All would have been lost had it not been for a chance encounter with fate: Prime found in his gym locker the Matrix of Depravity. One motivational speech and training montage later, and Prime was employed at that same rink from his childhood. Shunning the popular style of inline wheels, our hero skated his way through a series of quads as he rose through the ranks, eventually becoming a vaunted floor guard and accomplished skater, though with a tendency to idle in the fast lane.

Sadly, greedy Constructicons bought and destroyed his rink, leaving the surviving skaters embroiled in a fierce civil war for what remained. Years passed, and while his quads collected dust, Prime traveled the earth in intemperance, searching for an education. In his lust for knowledge, Prime discovered Derby. He’s since devoted himself to the steep learning curve of flat track. For now, he is only a student, but it’s Prime’s hope that one day he will return to that rink and unite his skaters under the banner of Roller Debauchery.

Prime is proud to roll with the St. Louis Gatekeepers: “Let’s Jam hard, and roll out!”
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