Back in the day of Furcadia, There was a pretty rough around the edges character I called rethion. He was scragly unkept, had a really big axe and held onto a small insigna for a band of heros long forgotten. All he had was his axe and his strength. The rest well. He belched he was your typical "neanderthal" pigheaded male, who thought women had no place outside the home. Basically the idea for him was a Dude that held onto a dream that was dead. Maybe I should attempt to color him.