"Better to die than be a coward!"
Kallagrim XVIII, Colonel
of the 3rd French Foreign Legion.

For generations, the Grim family has produced famed and vicious warriors, all named after the first great warrior of the Grim family; Kalla. He was a Ukrainian warrior who travelled from Eastern Russia to South Africa. He fought in many a battle, and killed many a warrior. He defied death and spat in the face of impending doom and overwhelming odds. His legacy currently lives on in the current Kallagrim, who was born in the middle of a winter storm in Alaska, his mother's womb split open by a lightning bolt and he crawled out and ate a nearby bear and stole the skin of it's cubs for clothes. He traveled to Ukraine, to learn the path of his ancestors, and fought for the Russian army for a while. He then went on a journey to Africa, where he killed and entire Zulu tribe with his bare hands and fought a lion pride off with the whips he made out of the Zulu's skins. He traveled back to the Americas where he was born and became a lumberjack, but left after he beat Paul Bunyan in an arm wrestle because nobody there was tough enough for his liking. He then traveled to Europe. After joining the German army for a few months, he left because he scared them. He moved to England and fought as a mercenary for the Scots but he didn't stay long because they didn't fight often enough for him. He currently resides in France, because he was drawn there during the Reign of Terror because he heard there was fighting there. He serves in the Emperor's Grenadier Guard and fights anyone brave enough to face him.

Kallagrim served as a musketeer, the elite French warrior, for a short period before being selected for skimisher/sharpshooter training. In a bloody but heroic last stand in Russia, his Regiment was wipd out completely. He was shot twice and recieved a concussion from a Russian rifle butt. He was knocked unconcious, but when he awoke, he managed to crawl over to the bodies of his fallen comrades, and realize they had all died. He didn't mourn, instead a new vengeange was born inside oof him. He buried his comrades and set out to the SouthEast to find civilization. He set out with only his trusty old rifle and the clothes on his back. He trekked all the way to the Chinese coast, where he made a boat and set sail. He avoided Japan and kept sailing.
After many a week and then many a month, of long, cold, hot, hungry, and thirsty sailing, he finally reached America. He wandered the New World, until one day when he was in Mexico, he stumbled across a group called the French Foreign Legion. Apparently they were on an expidition there and were travelling to some place named Camaron. He joined up with them and showed some of the officers some tricks he had picked up on the way, and told them he was looking for some place e could find action. They told him that he had come to the right place, and agreed to see how well he fights and if he is good, then to let him join. He got action sooner than he expected, when him and 64 other legionnaires were ambushed by about 3000 Mexican soldiers. He fought with the Legion in that fateful battle, and he was the only surviver. When the French government heard of his bravery, how he had held the entrance to the French headquarters for over an hour until his ammo ran out and his bayonet was bent, they hailed him as a hero. They gave him the Legion of Honor and made him a colonel of an entire Legion. Now he is leading his Legion on many adventures and battles, expiditions and campaigns, and any fight he can find he takes part in.