Dimasius, King of the North. A giant of a man. Ice and the memory of his ancestors flows through him. His love of war, legendary, almost matching his skill. But for all is love of war and his brutality, he is a fair and honourable man and leader. His people, loyal without question.

When he was young, taking the sacred passage into manhood all the young princes take, he was attacked by a full grown tiger. They battled, each for thier right to live, but, Dimasius was the only one to continue with that right. Not, however, without the loss of his eye. In return, he took the tigers and keeps it with him at all times, as a reminder, even he can lose somethings.

His sword, Zenthar, passed down from king to king. Many have fallen at its blade. (Used traditionally like a claymore)

Species: Ram
Height: 10'
Weight: 200kg (all muscle)