Oxull Powerfull fighter, frearless, and noble to those he trusts Author: Oxull

Race: Human

Level: 4

Game System: D&D 4E

Is Public?: Yes

Is Visible?: Yes

Description HP:56 Weapon: Great Axe 1d12+5 Favorite Move: Sure Strike 5 every time like clock work.

Bio As far as he can remember Oxulls existence started when he was 18. Anytime before that has been erased from his memory with no recolection. He is an extremely skilled fighter knowing nothing but war and killing. Through out his life Oxull has went from battle field to battle field trying to figure out why he exists. Only his blade and sheer guts has kept him alive this long. Without hesitation he risks his life for his fellow warriors not looking at what could happen but living in the now. He does not fear death but embraces with a shit eating grin. Scoffs and enemies and strikes them down with his powerful great axe. Taken from the slain body of an orc. Oxull awaits the next time the blade of his axe with sink into the skulls of his foes. Urning for the spray of warm blood on his face as he forces the blade deeper into his enemy. Without a doubt Oxull is one human that should never take lightly.

He has joined forces with a motley group of warriors. Cleric, Rouge, and like him another fighter. He feels at home on the battle field swinging his axe alongside Basliske. With there axes buring deep in the enemies the cleric and rouge are there only for moral support. (props Bob)


Birthright cognoman