Kiran

In the savage dawn of the Hyborian Age, where kingdoms are carved from the wilderness by the edge of a blade, few names inspire as much hushed awe in the gilded courts of Aquilonia or the shadow-drenched streets of Shadizar as Kiran of Cimmeria.
Born in the gloom-shrouded hills of the north-a land of grey skies, jagged rock, and eternal strife-Kiran is a quintessential son of Cimmeria. He is a giant of a man, his frame a corded map of scars and hardened muscle, possessing the predatory grace of a mountain panther and eyes the color of a winter sea.
The Cimmerian Spirit
Like all his kin, Kiran was forged in a culture that holds no truck with the soft philosophies of the civilized world. To a Cimmerian, life is a brief, brutal flash of lightning between two eternities of darkness. They worship Crom, a grim and distant god who breathes strength into a man at birth and then watches from his mountain throne with cold indifference. Kiran does not pray for aid; he relies on the steel in his hand and the iron in his will.
A Wanderer's Path
Kiran's journey began when he turned his back on the dismal crags of his homeland to seek the fabled "jeweled thrones of the earth." His path has been a bloody odyssey across the Hyborian continent:

• The Northern Wastes: Where he first bested the frost-giants and learned the bitter cost of survival.
• The Border Kingdoms: Serving as a mercenary, where he realized that the "civilized" man's treachery is far more dangerous than a beast's claws.
• The Serpent's Labyrinth: A feat of legendary endurance where he navigated the subterranean nightmares of an elder race, proving that his primitive instincts could
• overcome even the most ancient sorcery.