Ever since he could walk he has gotten into fights. Fighting was the
way of life for his nomadic people. If you wanted food you fought the chef,
the other kids in the tribe would fight each other to improve every day. He
enjoyed his life, carefree and fighting. Defeat or winning it mattered not
to him. He just wanted to improve himself or try a new weapon or a new
style. Once he grew of the age of an adult he decided to leave his tribe to
find new challengers to test against.
Description:
A fairly large, albeit skinny behemoth is what your seeing. Tall but
with not much mass the figure looks humanoid but with a cows head. Two
small broken horns jutted from the sides of his head, with large brown eyes.
Skin covered pelt the color of a light gray, stretched taught across his
form. Long spindly arms formed into massive claws with long nails. Holding
him up are two hooves were feet should be.
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