You stand in front of a huge and massive tower of muscles and flesh.
His heavy arms and hands would bend others bodies with unbelieveable ease, until he would hear their sweet screams. The slightest try to ressist or escape, would only increase his desire to cause more pain.
"Grimbar" a voice in the dark whispered into his ear:
"Your name is your destiny, bring pain to the tribes of the northern lands. Dont hold back, dont forgive."
Deep and ugly scars of many bloody battles are scattered all over his body, he does not care about the ideal of beauty. In his world only the strongest ones will survive.
// RP for lights!