Appearences:

Brutish bull-headed behemoth, standing 7' tall on digitigrade legs. 350lbs of

muscle and veins. His yellow eyes gleam amidst his black fur, he has a twin-mohawk
mane at the top, tapering to a colorful beaded braid at the back of his neck. Axes
on his back and hips.
He wears dirty, ragged, but once-vibrantly colorful clothes, and wses a 48" chain
as a belt.

Background:
Righteous man, keeps his head down, tries not to get noticed.

Humble roots, from a family of farmers. After his bout in the Circus propelled him
into service in the cities he quickly became disassociated with society as a whole.

He joined a band of Reavers, Pirates that ravaged the island nation. The fighting
and pillaging didn't really appeal as much as the freedom and comradre. But it was
no turn-off either.

He mostly enjoyed working together as a team and overcoming adversity. He learned

most roles on the ship, but he excelled as a Tillsman and as a Navigator.

In his alone-time, he practices 'forces'. He had no teacher, and never got a good
understanding of what this 'forces' is. It wasn't until he had spent time in the
city that he learned about magic. He's just felt something, and learned to get
different reactions by swinging his axes a certain pattern, by thinking in certain
patterns, by vocalizing... He'd found a way to tap into the magical realm and shape
its energy to do certain things for him.