| Fluffy | ||||||||
| Class: Criminal Fighter Race: Minotaur Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic Evil Age: 25 Hight: 4'1 Weight: 206 |
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| Fluffy. You all know him, and secretly, you all love him. A vicious fighter, an honourable duelist, an angry hunk of fur and muscle and axe. Your average seeming minotaur. Except for one thing...he's only four feet tall. Dark brown fur from his head to his hooves, with only the barest hint of greys on his back. His eyes are the colour of rich clay, a brown tinged with red. His muzzle is short, teeth kept sharp for tearing meat off the bone. His arms and chest ripple with muscle, and despite his size, he is very strong. His horns are both capped with iron, kept sharp and shiny, and his minotaurhood is covered by a clean, brown loincloth, ties on by a belt. He has no other clothes. A small golden ring is peirced in between both nostrils. Always held in hand is a very large axe, but made entirely of stone. Carved from a single rock, and though made of such, is sharp and durable. Lovingly called Penis III, after its predecessors. Born a runt, it's a surprise he wasn't tied to a stone and dropped into the nearest body of water. But for some reason, call it pity, call it perversion, call it anything but love, his bovine parents kept him, and raised him. Heckled by his peers, he had even more...inner fire then even other minotaurs, to make a name for himself. He became known even as a teen, as a dirty fighter, using any means necessary to win against his larger opponents. And he didn't rely on speed or nimbleness, he went right up to the opponent and took blow for blow. It was this that, along with a few concussions and a vision problem that didn't fade until his twentieth year, that caused him to grow as strong as any Minotaur. Leaving his land for less worthy places, he took himself and his axe to the sea, as most his age did, then later, when he had spent most of his teen years scrapping in ports, he set off for drier land, never satisfied with what he could do, always looking for a way to prove himself. Now back from the dead, this perverted calf-man is here to get some revenge...that, and to make sure he gets some good bed time with the local women. Do try not to laugh to his face...you might not have one to laugh from afterwords. |
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| Return from Wence thou came! | ||||||||