He's a berserker of great renown, and once with his twin war axes he cleaved the nose right off of the great sphinx when it came to life and attempted to consume him for second breakfast.

He's a one-man raiding party, and caused the once-rich Ethiopia to decline to its current economic state by looting and pillaging everything it was worth.

But most of all, he's the great-grandfather of Crim the Dog.

He doesn't approve of him though. Upon first visit to Crim's abode at the zoo, he was disgusted that an animal would confine himself to such a place. The friends he kept were stupid, soggy, and snitchy. The things he did in his free time were abhorrent. His only redeeming quality, in Xarok's glowing eyes, was his skill in battle and willingness to do so, as he found out as Crim attacked.

One thousand blows were thrown on both sides, though the combat only lasted a minute. They seemed evenly matched until Xarok toggled berserk and his dmg and health stats shot way the hell up, and his number of attacks per round increased twofold. Crim didn't know what was happening as he was bludgeoned into the ground by Xarok's fists. Xarok hadn't even put any points into unarmed combat.

Satisfied that Crim had learned a lesson, he took his leave, cape trailing behind him as he stalked out of the front gate.

(Fun fact: this photo was shot just after the photographer had suggested Xarok could do with a teeth whitening and just before he was horrifically eviscerated.)