Osha Cruel first emerges from the bowels of the Abyss 1851 years ago, forged in the fires of chaos and given form by the darkest desires of the cosmos. As a berserker imp, Osha thrives on destruction and mayhem, his essence intertwined with the purity of wrath and unending fury. Born without the grace or temperament that many of his more cunning kin possess, he is instead endowed with an unparalleled aptitude for battle and chaos.
Osha's appearance alone is enough to quell the hearts of the bravest warriors. Standing at an imposing height, his muscular neck supports a head adorned with two sharp, curved-upwards horns that seem to pierce the very fabric of the air around him. His long, grey hair falls in dark, shaggy layers, framing a face carved from stone and marked by harsh lines and perpetually furrowed eyebrows. Piercing red eyes burn with an endless, terrifying anger, accentuated by a dark complexion and rugged, intimidating features. His large, muscular frame is often seen clad in minimal, tribal attire, augmented by a massive bead necklace draped around his neck—each bead a trophy from a fallen foe.
Fierceness defines Osha; he does not seek dominion or power in the traditional sense. Instead, his motive is purely destruction; the obliteration of order and the spreading of chaos is his sole driving force. He takes no pleasure in ruling over others, nor does he aspire to create a lasting legacy—his existence is one of ceaseless violence and wrath.
Crimes attributed to Osha are legendary in scope. Entire villages lie in ruins, their inhabitants decimated by his relentless rage. Ancient fortresses crumble under the onslaught of his assaults, their walls reduced to rubble and ash. No artifact or relic is safe from his desecration; holy sites and shrines become playgrounds for his chaotic frenzy. Mortal and immortal beings alike have fallen to his relentless fury, becoming mere footnotes in the annals of his wrath.
In battle, Osha wields a massive war-axe, a weapon covered in grotesque runes and enchanted with dark sorcery. Forged in the Abyss from an unknown, indestructible metal, this axe is his favored instrument of destruction. It is said that the axe, much like its wielder, thirsts for the blood of its enemies, growing ever more powerful with each life it takes.
Despite his formidable nature, Osha is not without complexity. His mannerisms are beastly and primal, a torrent of snarls, roars, and guttural exclamations that act as his primary means of communication in the heat of battle. In quieter moments, which are fewer and far between, there is a hint of something deeper—a quiet rage that contemplates the futility of his own existence. His moments of reflection are but fleeting, disappearing as quickly as they come, drowned out by the insatiable need for destruction.
Osha faces numerous issues, often struggling with the overwhelming nature of his own rage. He is not a being easily controlled or manipulated, even by those stronger than him. His demonic nature invariably conflicts with any form of structure or peace, making alliances tenuous at best and treacherous at worst.