Tall, imposing and dreaded from coast to coast among the Alfr, Åsgardians and Asynjir alike, Baron Marcarotte Rockefeller is a towering, unrelenting war machine. Rippling muscles dance under his scarred skin, and despite the fact that he has six arms, he does not have enough fingers to count all the major battles he has won for the Dáin people. This is a man not to be trifled with... or challenge to a yo-yo trick competition. While he delights in the thrills of battle, nothing excites the six-armed wonder more than learning new yo-yo tricks.

Baron Rockefeller was the first man to die in a war. Resurrected by Blóðughadda the Jotun, he was quickly shunned and exiled from his little dusty house in Midgard and sentenced to find a different country to settle in. With nothing but his most treasured memento in his pocket, a yo-yo given to him by an old and dear friend, Rockefeller would fight his way to the blood-red steppes of Helheim, where he gathered up an army and assumed the title of Dáin Baron (or Horseman) of War. While it is tempting to say that Rockefeller ever since then has refused to stay dead, he has indeed perished but forgotten to go meet his maker. He seems rather pleased with his current situation, this despite suffering through countless cannonball blasts directly to the head in most battles he has participated in. While said cannonballs did little in the way of deterring the Baron from expanding his territory, they have caused numerous and probably irrepairable injuries to what little sanity that remains in him.