A large leonin, standing at just 7 feet, dressed with scars, he wears commoners clothes, a refined physique and wields a old axe, with shining bronze for its head, and shorewood for its handle, he walks alone.
Backstory: He left his pride younger then most, and for years he wandered the desert of his land alone, then, one night, he dreamed deeper then usual, he dreamt of a forest, one that he couldnt recognize, and in a clearing, he saw a raven, its feather shaded in white, and covered from the head down in blood, the ravens eyes locked with his, he was locked in fear, yet with a nod from the raven, it cawed once before flying away, the next day he awoke to the sounds of a flock of ravens, one larger then most, sporting those same feathers from his dreams, then, fell from the sky, an old axe, ancient even, and then, from on, he vowed to follow those blood soaked ravens from now on.
(Also defeated a level 14 wizard at level four)