Once a powerful being, now reduced to mortal flesh. Tossed through the ages, he woke up recently, stripped of his powers for the sins he does not dare to talk about.

His love of arms and warfare survived the test of time, and thus he roams the realms as a wandering warrior.

Often seen with shadowy creatures that remind him, even though their faces are shrouded by darkness. When asked about them, he calls them a part of himself, splinters of his old might.

Even being jovial and welcoming, he smells of death and battle.