A dark and stormy evening brought a sense of fear and havoc. Alone in the
darkness I stood looking for a sense of purpose and direction. A voice
from the shadows called to me and all I could hear was my own heart beat.
Blood coursing through my veins began seemed to increase a fiery rage I
was unaware of. These feelings began to grow and grow with each day, until
one glorious day where my soul was truly free. A band of thieves tried to
steal a prized possession left from grandfather, they tried to hit me in
the head and fortunately my horns pierced their lead filled sack. Next my
horns pierced their stomach spilling entrails everywhere. The other thieves
sulked into the shadows and the voice that beckoned me once was even louder.
From the depths I come to fulfill my destiny of blood and rage.
Rippling muscles and a stench of sweat and blood envelope you. The beast
before you is a physical specimen of pure brute force. This half man half
bovine creature stands tall and resolute. Each breath he takes displays
every vein and muscle popping out underneath his leathery skin. His chest
is as wide as two towering shields, his enormous hands seem to be able to
crush a son of man's skull with little effort. A long brown tail whips
violently behind him imitating a striking cobra. His fierce brown eyes are
focused and a large golden ring protrudes from his flaring nostrils.