Centaur Slave Notes.



Notes For the Centaur Slave - (nickname) - Southern Pit Fighter.
Home: None. Next town: Unknown.

[Insert Name] stands tall and broad, a massive heavily scarred grey torso with thick, wiry black hair running down his back to join the fur of his substantial blue roan horse body. His face is thick with a wide jutting jaw and twin fangs protruding beneath a wide flat nose. His eyes are beetle black and bore into you with unsettling intensity. His massive forearms have thick black hair growing on them as well, and the fur of his body mingles with the hair on his belly.

Personality Traits: Prideful. Arrogant. Merciless. Bloodthirsty. Horny. "Dragon" in Centaur Form.


- Stuff - Bits and Bobs.

- Supplies - Gear and Travel materials.

- Crap - Loot that has value as.. something.



- People -




- Notes -

I assume I had a family once. I must have had a mother at least, and someone climbed her back to make me, from there I cannot say. I was quite small when I was taken, I know Vasheskan Slavers raided but the rest of the details are a wash of blood. Vasheskans because I lived for years under their thumb. Slavers because I was sold to the Troll who owns me now. He made me into the beast I am today. He wanted a killer and so now I am one. Pit Fighting is all I've ever known and all I'm likely to.
My Master is unfortunately smarter, stronger and more deadly than I am. As much as I hate him, I would be hard pressed to kill him, and to try without succeeding means death. However, barring him I have yet to meet my match. I do not have weakness because weakness is unacceptable. I do not have mercy because mercy is unacceptable. My life is not my own, so my death unless it has been ordered is unacceptable.