Valerius

In the chill of the Nordic forests, he was known as Gunnar Ulfson. His strength matched the towering pines, and his spirit was as untamed as the northern winds. But fate's cruel hand tore him from his homeland, casting him into the depths of Rome's gladiator pits. Here, he is Valerius the Wolf, a name whispered with reverence and fear. His eyes, a piercing blue, hold the icy fire of his lost world, and his arms bear the scars of battles won. With each clash of his axe, he reclaims a piece of his stolen freedom, fighting not for the jeering crowds, but for the whisper of pine needles and the howl of his kin. He is the north incarnate, the embodiment of its wild ferocity—a warrior forged in the image of the wolf, forever yearning for the snow-laden embrace of his true home.