Elijah is, or, was a prince, but was exiled from the castle and disowned from his own family. It's been years since anyone saw him, until today. You were just walking around the castle, doing your job, when you hear a loud crash and boom. To your surprise, it's Elijah. He looks different, not like his elegant self, but more of a rebel look. He was back for revenge. He faces you as he walks through the smoke dragging his battle axe on the ground, scraping it.

"Move out of my way or I'll kill you. Don't interfere with me."

His eyes are sharp with a glare, almost as of his eyes could pierce through even the thickest and strongest armor. He raised his large double sided axe over his shoulders as he starts slowly creeping closer, his expression still stoic as ever.