Post by Jaretho on Apr 16, 2010 13:57:11 GMT -5
Name: Giffernigan Tant
Age: 17
Race: Centaur
Physical Description: Giffernigan is lithe in his upper frame, leaving it bare for the most part to display war paint of white which commonly dashes about his form. He wears a long red cape which billows at his back whenever he charges as his only piece of cloth covering. His head is small, though only slightly so with a nose that points at its tip. He has a somewhat long covering of auburn hair upon his head which fits well with his well tanned skin. His eyes are a hard brown which reflect the golden ringlets that dangle from his arms and neck. When he is not holding his spear in his hand (which is not often) Giffernigan places it upon his back, attaching it loosely with a bit of twine so that it rocks lightly as he trots.
His lower body is that of a horse with brown fur. His muscles ripple from years of intensive running upon the plains. His fur is of the earth in its brownish hue as is his whipping tail. His hardened hooves are onyx and fork at the tips.
Personality: Giffernigan is fiercely independent in his bachelors life upon the plains, taught from birth to never rely upon creatures who have their back to stone walls. He trusts mother earth to provide for all goodly creatures and frequently sings her praises with his fine, if not slightly reedy, voice.
Giffernigan is intensely poetic and romanticizes much of the world around him. A moment that he becomes a true realist is in battle, where he will seldom speak if only to warn a compatriot of incoming danger. Giffernigan holds no qualm with killing wicked races, orcs, gnolls, demons and all other dark forces.
Giffernigan wishes for a simple life upon the plains and to one day find a bride who he can ride off with into the many tomorrows.
History: Giffernigan Tant was born to two centaurs who met only once in a religious gathering of fertility. True to code, Giffernigan was left alone for his first week after birth. Alone he learned to walk and speak with the wilderness. After this trial he came to his village where he was taught the wonders of nature and the necessity of spear wielding which he became quite proficient in.
As he grew, Giffernigan discovered his talent for reverie as he frequently entertained his riding companions with oral histories presented in poetic form. This gift was so great that the elders considered making him a shaman, but retracted the decision after a number of raids proved Giffernigan's other talents were quite necessary for the tribes survival.
As to tradition on Giffernigan's seventeenth year of birth he is required to ride off on his own for three years to see the world and learn of his purpose. He now wanders in search of himself.
Age: 17
Race: Centaur
Physical Description: Giffernigan is lithe in his upper frame, leaving it bare for the most part to display war paint of white which commonly dashes about his form. He wears a long red cape which billows at his back whenever he charges as his only piece of cloth covering. His head is small, though only slightly so with a nose that points at its tip. He has a somewhat long covering of auburn hair upon his head which fits well with his well tanned skin. His eyes are a hard brown which reflect the golden ringlets that dangle from his arms and neck. When he is not holding his spear in his hand (which is not often) Giffernigan places it upon his back, attaching it loosely with a bit of twine so that it rocks lightly as he trots.
His lower body is that of a horse with brown fur. His muscles ripple from years of intensive running upon the plains. His fur is of the earth in its brownish hue as is his whipping tail. His hardened hooves are onyx and fork at the tips.
Personality: Giffernigan is fiercely independent in his bachelors life upon the plains, taught from birth to never rely upon creatures who have their back to stone walls. He trusts mother earth to provide for all goodly creatures and frequently sings her praises with his fine, if not slightly reedy, voice.
Giffernigan is intensely poetic and romanticizes much of the world around him. A moment that he becomes a true realist is in battle, where he will seldom speak if only to warn a compatriot of incoming danger. Giffernigan holds no qualm with killing wicked races, orcs, gnolls, demons and all other dark forces.
Giffernigan wishes for a simple life upon the plains and to one day find a bride who he can ride off with into the many tomorrows.
History: Giffernigan Tant was born to two centaurs who met only once in a religious gathering of fertility. True to code, Giffernigan was left alone for his first week after birth. Alone he learned to walk and speak with the wilderness. After this trial he came to his village where he was taught the wonders of nature and the necessity of spear wielding which he became quite proficient in.
As he grew, Giffernigan discovered his talent for reverie as he frequently entertained his riding companions with oral histories presented in poetic form. This gift was so great that the elders considered making him a shaman, but retracted the decision after a number of raids proved Giffernigan's other talents were quite necessary for the tribes survival.
As to tradition on Giffernigan's seventeenth year of birth he is required to ride off on his own for three years to see the world and learn of his purpose. He now wanders in search of himself.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.