Mist, the Eternal Revolutionary

Generations ago, the tyrant Storm Hawk seized power in the city of Kahla at the fringes of the world. Unable to oppose Storm Hawk’s rule, the young farmer Mist sought power in the Wyld to set his people free. 
He returned a changed man, taller and handsomer, with a strange fire in his eyes. Like something out of a folktale, he raised an army of his downtrodden countrymen, stormed the palace, and slew Storm Hawk in single combat on the ramparts in full view of the people.
Though he could easily have claimed Kahla for himself, Mist moved on to other lands at the world’s edge, overthrowing rulers wherever he went—whether cruel despots or benevolent elected officials. Fortune aligns to aid him in his quest, while unlikely events follow at his heels. 
Although sometimes defeated, he is never destroyed, escaping from every confinement and recovering from every injury. Though decades have passed since he freed his homeland, Mist has not aged a day. 
Now, for the first time, he has ventured from the backwater borders of Creation into the Threshold proper, the sword Interregnum in his hand, to pursue his endless quest.