Post by Beast Shavo on Dec 20, 2008 23:18:02 GMT -5
Name: Shavo
Age: 50 (apparent)
Race: Centaur
Physical Description:
Standing a bit over seven feet tall and weighing a little over a ton, Shavo is a muscular, aged centaur. His skin, on his waist up, is of an olive shade with small scars scattered about. From the waist down, his four legs are massive and buff, as those of a cart horse. His coat on the lower half is black and brown with a little bit of white on the bottom; it is growing dull in sheen and listless due to aging.
Shavo has a very stern yet, somewhat kindly visage. Though his torso shows them, Shavo's face has no scars: only some wrinkles and tribal tattoos under his warm brown eyes. A wild mane of black hair, with streaks of gray, falls down a bit past his broad shoulders. (around which is strapped a large mandolin and scimitar.)
Personality:
Shavo is very sociable among the elves, humans, half-lings and his own kind. He cannot stand most other savage humanoids, or anyone who thinks that centaurs are just "stupid animals."
Shavo is very dependable and faithful to all people that he respects, and to those that respect him. Sometimes he can be very moody and has mood-swings occasionally. Shavo has an irrational fear of axes. (see "History")
History:
Shavo was born to a centaur couple, Alisha and Serjon, in a tribe of about thirty centaurs. He loved the music his mother, Alisha, played on her mandolin until she was murdered by ogres Shavo was 9 (apparent age). Shavo's father, Serjon, fled and was separated from Shavo while being pursued by ogres.
Soon after the raid, Shavo came back to find his mother and about four others dead, but his mother's mandolin went untouched. Shavo has carried that mandolin with him everywhere he went ever since that fateful day.
In the years following his mother's death and father's disappearance, Shavo taught himself how to play the mandolin; he, later, went from town to town teaching the youth to play the instrument. At one of his visits, he picked up a nice scimitar after teaching for a few months.
Age: 50 (apparent)
Race: Centaur
Physical Description:
Standing a bit over seven feet tall and weighing a little over a ton, Shavo is a muscular, aged centaur. His skin, on his waist up, is of an olive shade with small scars scattered about. From the waist down, his four legs are massive and buff, as those of a cart horse. His coat on the lower half is black and brown with a little bit of white on the bottom; it is growing dull in sheen and listless due to aging.
Shavo has a very stern yet, somewhat kindly visage. Though his torso shows them, Shavo's face has no scars: only some wrinkles and tribal tattoos under his warm brown eyes. A wild mane of black hair, with streaks of gray, falls down a bit past his broad shoulders. (around which is strapped a large mandolin and scimitar.)
Personality:
Shavo is very sociable among the elves, humans, half-lings and his own kind. He cannot stand most other savage humanoids, or anyone who thinks that centaurs are just "stupid animals."
Shavo is very dependable and faithful to all people that he respects, and to those that respect him. Sometimes he can be very moody and has mood-swings occasionally. Shavo has an irrational fear of axes. (see "History")
History:
Shavo was born to a centaur couple, Alisha and Serjon, in a tribe of about thirty centaurs. He loved the music his mother, Alisha, played on her mandolin until she was murdered by ogres Shavo was 9 (apparent age). Shavo's father, Serjon, fled and was separated from Shavo while being pursued by ogres.
Soon after the raid, Shavo came back to find his mother and about four others dead, but his mother's mandolin went untouched. Shavo has carried that mandolin with him everywhere he went ever since that fateful day.
In the years following his mother's death and father's disappearance, Shavo taught himself how to play the mandolin; he, later, went from town to town teaching the youth to play the instrument. At one of his visits, he picked up a nice scimitar after teaching for a few months.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.