Viktor
Viktor is a large brick of a man. Dark hair, rustic, swarthy complexion, and an overall aura of superiority radiates from him. By his actions alone you can tell that he hails from the twisted shores of Pan Tang. If it were not for his well kept, but bruised, suit of common plate and the large 2-Handed Lormyiran Axe emblazoned with the rigid Arrow of Law along the upper haft he would have been lynched long ago. As it stands, people still give him a wary eye.

His helm shows enough of his face to see that scars adorn each cheek in what appears to be remnants of the 8 pointed star of Chaos. His voice, thick in accent, sounds like someone took a pile of rocks and rolled them down the iron clad streets of Hwaamgraal.