Once a kind druid that strove for peace and harmony, he was suddenly struck down one day by Simics who wished to experiment for fun. Given horrible mutations that plagued his body, Crossgrave now wanders the world with a completely different outlook upon it. He views death as a mercy, a necessary part of the cycle of life. No longer feeling sorry for the creatures he kills, he instead views it as only hastening what would eventually come. And to kill something that cannot die is only restoring the natural order of things. (WIP, might change later)