A Dragonborn warrior who had served in many battles, Azerin was as fierce as they came. His body was covered in blood red scales, as well as many scars, or "trophies" as he called them, that he had earned in battle. On his head were two horns, one long and sharp, the other, broken in half. He had no recollection of any family, other than the wife and child he had helped raise. But they were gone now, the two of them among the many casualties of war. With no other purpose in life, Azerin drowned himself in an endless stream of battles, the only thing he could do to hide the pain he once felt. Fighting was all that mattered to him.

Now partaking in various skirmishes taking place in the local coliseum, Azerin continues to spill the blood of others, pleasing those that watched his exploits until the day he found a greater calling...

Wahahahahahahaha!

^ What? lol

AMdG