Originally hailing from the island of Kothas, his clan of barabarians set out to sea to raid the outer world. This was common practice for his clan, mostly for when one or more of the tribe grew of age to show that they knew the way of their species and had grown up right. It was during his own initiation that he ended up leaving his tribe.
They were to raid a village of humans, nother major or really that interesting about the village other then it was far from help and was mostly a farming village. They did boast a rather bolsterous milita that defended the village from wildlife and strife. It was on the eve after the slaughter that the minotaurs were celebrating their victory over the pathetic trash that they had defeated that Red Horn Es-Nordmir both earned his name and lost his way with the tribe. He had taken down a score of men himself, refusing any weapon but his own strength and horns. His horns coated in the blood of his enemies was all that he had cared about and by the end of the day they were indeed stained a new color.
It was when they happened upon a group of children in one of the barns that he saw what he considered his honor to be blemished by his tribe. They spoke of killing the calves as they would only grow up to be slaughtered later in life anyways and Red Horn said no. Given that there was no challenge in the fight and that they were too frightened to attack him first, he saw that there was no need for the battle at all. The tribe was outraged, sure if it had been a group of Minotaur calves they would've understood the hesitancy, but these were simply human scum. He stood between them and the tribe and demanded to settle their fate in the ring.
They drew up a circle with the corpses of the fallen enemies and stepped into it. The others watched in eager anticipation with ale in hand curious who would win. Red horn fought with the other minotaur whose age was being celebrated and took him down to a knee. He once again did the unthinkable to his tribe. He had earned the kill but chose not to take it, he shamed his opponent by letting him live. He was banished there and then, only rightly so as he had at least made his answer correct that he was even allowed to live. He left without saying another word, with nothing but the armor on his back.
He picked up a few things here and there as he wandered about, always being scorned by other minotaur and lower races alike for he wore the symbol of banishment on his forehead with a bit of pride and a bit of shame. He roamed without purpose, only thinking about how to take down anyone who wished to shorten his life or get in the way of his earning enough to live. He began to come up with his own code of honor as he felt that his tribe's was flawed.
Do not kill the weak who can't fight
Do not kill those who give up
Do not let someone insult your way of life without a fight
Do not give up your own way of life
Do not do a job without getting paid
Do not let anyone live from a fight unless there is good reason
This was the code he began to live by after all the pain and strife that his own life had brought. This was the path that was laid out before him and all he had left was the ability to charge ahead and challenge the world to kill him.
