Durron originated from one of the many minotaur tribes that populated his
realm. He had a wife and child, but was a restless soul. He travelled the
world for a time, seeking the thrill of combat and hunting progressively
more challenging adversaries. As his strength and bloodlust grew, fewer and
fewer encounters presented a meaningful challenge. His dissatisfaction grew
until, one day, he came across a djinn who offered him a single wish in
exchange for sparing the djinn's life. Durron wished for a challenge that
would satisfy his insatiable need for glory and conquest. Upon making the
wish, his vision disappeared and he faded from consciousness. When he
awoke, he found himself in a strange new land -- the Abandoned Realms. It
bore many similarities to the world that he once called home, but there were
also many differences. He has been making his way through the realms ever
since, searching for a way home to his family. The unintended consequences
of his wish have left Durron with a deep distrust of magic and anyone who
wields it.
Description:
Durron cuts an imposing figure, even by minotaur standards. His fur is
shaggy and jet black, with lighter hair growing over a number of scars and
fresh cuts that cover his extremities. His eyes are a lighter hue of grey,
although you see flashes of red that hint at the seething, bubbling anger
underneath his surface. Plumes of mist erupt from his snout each time he
draws breath. Flecks of dried blood adorn his face and fur, although you
are uncertain whether it belongs to him or some unfortunate soul. His fur
and armor alike are covered in thick and uneven layers of dust. The sole
exception to his largely unkempt appearance are the two majestic horns that
crown his head, polished with care so that they shine like fine ivory. His
left horn appears to be chipped and scratched from use, whereas his right
horn is decorated with carefully-chiseled ornate marks. Looking more
closely at the marks, you see that each one depicts the conquest of an
opponent deemed worthy to memorialize. Although he carries himself with
pride, there is almost a palatable sense of desperation that seems to hang
over his head.
