Green pastures were all that filled Brofein's vision as a young bull.
That, and the ice gates of the Keep, kept aloft and far from reach for him.
He was not destined to rule it, but simply to do its bidding as most
Minotaurs are. His herd roamed the pastures, fending off invaders and
keeping the keep safe. It was here that Brofein was tested and found...
Different. He did not let his anger rule his mind. It was a thing to be
harnessed, to be controlled. The herd kept their difference from Brofein,
anything seen as abnormal did not quite sit well with the thick headed
Minotaurs. Thus, it was decided by himself that he, Brofein, would renounce
his herd and wander the world alone. He would do this and continue to hone
his skills along the way, regardless of how powerful those at the opposite
end may be, so long as they disrupted the Balance, Brofein would be there to
stand firm.
Description:
A large and bipedal bovine creature is here, looming amidst its
surroundings. A set of glorious horns protrude from either side of its
overly large head, twisting inwards and upwards into the perfect position
for impaling something or someone. Its eyes are small beads amidst a sea of
reddish-brown fur and its hard to decipher in which direction they look.
Its snout appears to have been smashed in as it is almost completely flush
with its face and a circular gold ring has been pierced through the septum.
Its fur continues down and tapers off into a triangular point squarely in
the middle of its barrel-shaped chest while a set of muscular arms end in
massive hands that appear more fitting on a giant. A narrow waist
transitions into two thick limbs which end in cloven hooves that help
support its weight and keep it balanced.