Kayemba 'Wakuda' Azanga

Background:
No one truly knows of Kayemba's origins but himself. Rumors often circulated that he was born in the old world, and kidnapped as a child and raised by nigerian warlords, or that he was a street urchin here in Domavad, taken in by a gang and raised as a killer. Kayemba enjoyed the mystery that surrounded him, it proved an effective tool in scaring his enemies.
Kayemba is a fiercely loyal man, but only to those he calls family, and he will do anything for his 'family'. Until recently his family had been a small time street gang, mostly interested in staying safe, fed and looking out for one another but that all changed on day 1.
Kept awake by the pain shooting through his body, but not entirely conscious, in a vivid dream like state  and believing death had come for him, he put his mask upon his face to scare the devil away.
By the morning he found himself alive and forever changed.
During the days since the incident Kayemba has struggled. At first he found his family, also afflicted, half crazed by what had happened to them. They set upon him like dogs. He defended himself and with every swing felt pain in his heart, but what choice did he have?
He raided the stash of supplies they had kept, and without a family, he began wandering aimlessly. No goal but survival, like an animal.
By day 2 he had come to grips with the situation. Rage began boiling inside of him, he would find those who made him kill his family, and make them wish death would take them. Asking people questions proved difficult, he had lost much of the grasp he had on english, and most he approached either attacked or fled.
During day 3 he continued his search of someone who would answer his questions, roaming streets and looking, but to no avail.

Description:
Kayemba stands now at 6'6 , constantly slightly hunched from the grotesque pustule covered bulging muscles his body now boasts. His skin originally a dark black, now tinted green by his change. He now constantly wears his Mask, unable to remove it. His skin and skull expanding around its straps as he changed. No longer concerned with finding clothing he still wears what he slept in that night, a pair of leather trousers. He also wears an enormous backpack filled mostly with jerky, that he took from his family. From his belt hangs a fearsome weapon, a piece of rebar with a bowling ball welded to the end of it. The bowling ball in question is black, and covered in nails of various sizes that are welded in place. Opposite this a knife can be seen in a sheath.