A bloodthirsty minotaur. Has some scars over his body.
He was born in a secluded minotaur tribe in The Festering Peninsula, the minotaurs there were more tame then what you would ussually see from them. At birth he was already bigger then the other calves, as he grew he gained even more strength.
Not long after he reach adulthood he started to have very dark and vivid dreams. He saw himself things like slaughtering foes with unmatched brutality, creating rivers of blood and seeing himself stand untop a mountain of corpses. This had a severe effect on him. When hunting or defending his tribesmen he was ferocius to a degree that even other minotaurs were terrified of him, even normal conversation would see his foaming in the mouth hoping to find a reason the attack.
This came to a boiling point that the tribes leader wanted to exile him. But at that moment he heared whispers: ''They are weak and so are affraid of your might. Slaughter them like the vermin they are in the name of your lord. IN THE NAME OF GOSPODAR! And so he did. Snatching a greatsword from the leaders hand and cutting his head right off, then the minotaurs closest to him, then even those who were cowering in there huts or running away. Not even his own family who nurtured him would be spared.
After the massacre he ventured forth in the name of his newfound god he will enact his dreams, he will brutalize, create rivers of blood and make mountains of coprses out of his foes or more accurately out of his victims.
