When she was just a calf, Kavilya was found in a basket floating down the
River Azial, seemingly abandoned by her original parents. Her parentage was
a complete unknown, though she believes she was birthed secretly inside the
harems of Mahn-tor's king, smuggled out of the city to avoid infanticide.
She was an ugly baby, but fate was kind, and the wicker basket was found by
the hobgoblin bodyguards. The guards, being dimwitted and unpretty
themselves, mistook her for their own kin, and raised her. Under their
tutelage she spent much time training and practicing, with the goal of one
day to serve as personal bodyguard of the hobgoblin king. Unfortunately,
day after day, the small ranks of the of the bodyguards were decimated by
passing adventurers for their little leather and terrible pay. Meanwhile,
thoughts of being abandoned and unwanted by her own father would continue to
plague her. Her past led her to believe life held little value, and every
death was in some way a mercy. Steadily she matured into an impatient beast
with a short temper. She eventually massacred the entire hobgoblin
population to put them out of their misery. She then set her sights on the
Kingdom of Mahn-tor, to discover the truth of her creation.
Description (commended):
Big, huge, great, hulking. These are all words that could accurately
describe the monstrous bull-headed beast that unpretentiously exists.
Thick muscular legs, horrifyingly sinewed and heavily scarred, rest upon an
incredibly lean torso; her bulky arms are as vasculous as they are battle-
scarred, as disgusting to look at as their vigor horrifies. Two hands form
fists like the boulders found in the canyons of Mount Rainier, engineered
by years of heritage and instinct to pump endless blows into her opponent.
Most of her skin is covered in short white hair, except for her face,
which is instead completely jet black. Her posture is rigid, as upright
and tall as she could possibly stand, allowing this proud, towering six-
and-half foot high stack of bison meat an unparalleled view of her battle
zone. Were it not for her deep, docile, submissive eyes, this monster
would be almost completely unrecognizeable as female. Those brown eyes
scan slowly for threats and opportunities, buried in the deep sockets of
her huge horned cranium. She moves in combat with a military grace, every
blow delivered precisely, striking with ruthless aggression. Why would
nature allow something like this?
