Ragnos had fought all his life. He was no stranger to fighting and killing, in fact, he had used his talent for fighting as a means to earn coin and travel. He thought himself to be good and one of the best misthios in all of Greece but that was before he laid eyes upon Kassandra.

The woman fought like a raging spirit of Ares. She tore through flesh and metal as though it was nothing. She slew as many men as Ragnos did and she did it with the fury and rage that he had rarely seen in his life. He knew at the moment he had to have her. As soon as the fighting was over he glanced around for any sign of her. With a stroke of luck, he saw her heading off to a nearby river to clean up. He gave a grin as he strolled over to her, stripping off his armor as his thick foot long shaft swelled up to full mast.

Name: Ragnos Age: Unknown assume to be around mid to late twenties.

Race: Minotaur

Height: 7′7

Hair color: Enrich Black

Eye color: Blood Red.

Complexion: Ashen skin with scars and few tattoos all over.

Likes: Fighting, gold, beautiful women, dominating overs, seeing new lands, fine food, breaking his foes and turning them into his slaves, building up his forces.

Dislikes: Being bored, heroes getting in his way, people mocking him for his heritage, strong smells, dull blades, people trying to control him, weak humans.

Dark Secret: Ragnos has a fear of dogs from when he was a child but dares not show this fear around others.