Green pastures were all that filled Jaak'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 Jaak 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 Jaak, anything seen as
abnormal did not quite sit well with the thick headed Minotaurs. Thus, it
was decided by himself that he, Jaak, would renounce his herd and wander the
world alone. He would do this and continue to hone his skills along the
way, regardless of what or who would be on the opposite end. Jaak did not
know then, but resentment would grow in his bosom until it ignited his whole
being, creating an unquenchable hatred and blatant disregard for life.
Description:
A brute of a beast stands here, dwarfing most everything around him. Two
massive ivory horns protrude from either side of his bovine head.
Dangerously curved and deadly, blood can still be encrusted on them, some
old and some fresh. He is built like an oak tree, muscle and sinew can be
seen rippling underneath his blackened fur covered body. His massive legs
end in hooves which continuously stomp at the ground. Scars old and new
alike adorn his body like so many stars in the night. He wears little more
than rags and a leather loin cloth covers his bare essentials.
[reply to Nycticora]