Name: Derrick "Dreadnought" Raxis
Age: 38
Backstory:
Most magicians practice the arcane arts to learn of sorcery, to cast spells of fire and lightning onto enemies. Not Derrick. Derrick wanted to be good at one, and only one, type of magic: Muscle Magic. To give the body untold might and strength, crashing through castle walls, wading through swords and arrows that glance off the body like grass, to be invincible. To crush mens heads between his fingers like fruit, crumple armor like paper, and wrestle with giants as if they were children.
He did not use his magic for good. Robbing vaults, raiding merchant convoys, and slaughtering any who went after him with impunity, crashing through any walls or barricades. It is said he once found escape by "running through a mountain." It took a concerted effort of mages and many lawmen to bring him down, having to match his speed by going horseback, and casting many spells to slow him down, until they could shackle him with Anti-Magic for his body was very durable otherwise.
Now he is here, without his magical might, and will try anything and everything to get it back and break out like he always has.