A tall musclebound beastman, who appears to be some breed of bestial lineages crafted through some form of dark sorcery.  His eyes are beady and red and his skin is dark.  He is not particularly friendly, having been despised due to his appearance or heritage most of his life, and even the one whom he served under treated him with disdain and expendability.  

He was at one time a lietenant in the foul hordes of some darklord of some making, slogging out the thankless life of a tireless grunt.  He is heavy set and thick, built like a battering ram, and as such he and his kin were used as front line shock troops..  Inevitably, though, his master was defeated by those who named themselves as "good", as they exploited his master's ego, greed, or other notable character flaw, the details are not important.  

Being left with no purpose and in shackles, he took to his new life of slavery, as it was not a farcry from his previous life.  He still had the thrill of battle in the arena, and better food in fact, but the years of ridicule and hatred for what he was wore down his previously carefree acceptance of his place in the world and instilled in him a deeper bitterness towards those who considered themselves pure, good, or above his kin.

All empires crumble and eventually he and his surviving comrades outlived the nation of the good due to their black magic spawned longevity and species.  Most made their own paths, usually seeking out a military life, their blood and training drawing them towards combat and danger.  Others turned towards the "light", and this individual turned towards the bottle, and occasionaly a mercenary job.






Reds: Scat, mutilation, pedo, males or male parts.