People expect a mindless brute, and I do my best to comply with expectations them in my manners and speech. However, my actions tell a different story.

They call me beast. When growing up as an orphan on the streets of Ethermoor, I quickly became entangled in its web of organised crime. My nature lent itself to hired muscle and enforcer, but I learned that I could use peoples preconceptions to my advantage. Through that and my natural charisma, I rose the ranks and became an infamous leader of my own organisation, simply known as 'The Beast'. I was known as brutish and ruthless. However, those who paid Danegeld to me were truly protected, and I never took from those at the bottom. Instead, I taxed the better off and dangerous, which earned me their anger. My reputation, however, kept them at bay until one gang leader called Bran saw through it and torched the house of a family under my protection. On that day, I lost control and brutally slaughtering the youths that were hired to do the deed. The terror in the eyes of those I once protected stung deeper than my failure to protect them. That day a swore an oath to any god that was willing to listen to bring the ruthless to justice. Bahamut answered. He guided me to their heideout and with zeal, I struck down each gang member responsible except for Bran who managed to escape. Since then, I follow Bahamut's path wherever it leads me to bring justice to those who take advantage of the weak, and if Bahamut sees fit, he will allow me my vengeance on Bran. I'm not part of any order, but I'm convinced that I do his work.