Axel shifted his feet in the sands and adjusted the belt across his shoulder, sweat beaded down his tight, light olive colored skin, bulging biceps and broad shoulders with hairless chiseled pecs and rock hard abs, and strong sturdy legs. he stood tall, six foot eight from his fur boots to the tip of his ponytail. he grabbed the human skull on his belt and adjusted it for a better fit as he peered down at his fur boots, he kneeled down moving from foot to foot waking all the way up as his loincloth swayed delicately with him, covering his unmentionables from all angles Instinct: Axel hunts his enemys down simply for pleasure or to simply strike fear into his foes hearts, some would say he is of evil origin but he rarely kills his target, less they deserve it.

• Chop Chop, axel swings at his foes with both axes dealing 1d10 damage to one or two adjacent enemys.
• Battle Cry