Dark Sanctuary
Accursed, yet soothing.
Name: Fallacanthor Rastiahoof
Age(19-25): 21
Gender: Male
Race: Centaur (Beastmen)
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 400 Kilograms
Appearance
Ignore the armour)
Equipment: A hard leather saddle, saddlebags at the side and leather harness. A steel lance with an ornate handguard.
Likes: Freedom. Open plains. Apples and carrots.
Dislikes: Alcoholic brews. Brutish people. Enclosed spaces. Fire.
Skills(please nothing overpowered here): Is able to carry much more than most humans and travel faster. Is able to charge in a single direction, however this renders him unable to make sharp turns or stop abruptly. Can rear up on his hindlegs to reach higher, intimidate or kick wih his front hooves but this renders his belly vulnerable.
Short History: Fallacanthor Rastiahoof does not remember much of his background. All he recalls is that he was attacked by a pack of feral wolves and had passed out, clutching his spear. A kind noble found him and took him in. He soon recovered under the care provided and now guards the mansion to repay the noble for his kindness.
Extra: Assume that the noble is a generic character. Will flesh him out if mecessary.
Battle theme(Optional):
Age(19-25): 21
Gender: Male
Race: Centaur (Beastmen)
Height: 7' 4"
Weight: 400 Kilograms
Appearance
Ignore the armour)
Equipment: A hard leather saddle, saddlebags at the side and leather harness. A steel lance with an ornate handguard.
Likes: Freedom. Open plains. Apples and carrots.
Dislikes: Alcoholic brews. Brutish people. Enclosed spaces. Fire.
Skills(please nothing overpowered here): Is able to carry much more than most humans and travel faster. Is able to charge in a single direction, however this renders him unable to make sharp turns or stop abruptly. Can rear up on his hindlegs to reach higher, intimidate or kick wih his front hooves but this renders his belly vulnerable.
Short History: Fallacanthor Rastiahoof does not remember much of his background. All he recalls is that he was attacked by a pack of feral wolves and had passed out, clutching his spear. A kind noble found him and took him in. He soon recovered under the care provided and now guards the mansion to repay the noble for his kindness.
Extra: Assume that the noble is a generic character. Will flesh him out if mecessary.
Battle theme(Optional):
