Hestor

"My avatar is but a messanger of our will.  The message is thus: our agents are coming for you."

Hestor from clan Rongonatane is a Jaariz frenzied berserker barbarian and favored soul of Philos, the god of chaos, madness, trickery and destruction. He is an imposing figure at 7 feet tall, with rust red scales and a crest of orange that flares up along the top of his head when he fights, frenzies and fucks. Around his neck, he wears a necklace of teeth collected from particularly memorable or difficult foes as a way of remembering the particular fights. Since he joined the Red Hounds, and later became a part of the Stanchions, that collection has been steadily growing. There is a small gap in the line of teeth for where he is saving a spot for a molar from Feldus Redtail.

He carries a hand-crafted flail that is adorned with sharp pieces of metal, fragments of bone and teeth and on occasion, he is known to use the magic that his god gifted him. Though he is only 39, he has no plan of living past his physical usefulness and because of his, he fights in a way that can only be described as joyfully reckless.