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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText">It is a little shame to already letting this die<br/>
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My character: Zoorah<br/>
Race: Tauren<br/>
Age: 43<br/>
Occupation: Warrior/Adventurer<br/>
Description:A giant, muscled bag of meat. Zoorah stands a little taller than many of his own, his huge bulky size only adding to the overall height. His facial features are somewhat grim, aged. His fur is all black, and a little dusty, seems like the large tauren have not had a chance of a decent bath and washing. His mane ontop of his head, is long, and could use some cutting. He have three braids, two hanging on either side of his head down from his mane and another from his chin. His garments seems tribal, leather which barely covers his chest, and down below his waistline he appears to wear nothing but a loincloth, atleast it seems to be decent enough to cover his genital without having it bulge too much. On his back he have his giant sword tied by a rope, going around his neck, the giant two handed sword appearing bigger than most races that are not tauren.</div>
</div><br/>The doors to the inn are soon pushed open, and in wanders a giant bull. He steps through the building, barely fitting in between all the tables and chairs. He peers around, grunts as he watches the spectacle happening, his nosetril being filled with the combined scent of horny men and horny women. He steps towards the bar, he remains standing however, careful not to break anything by making a violent, swinging move.<br/><br/>He plants his large furred palms onto the counter, leaning a little forth due to how low the table is compared to his height, giving a view of his rear to the patrons behind him. He lets out a dissapointed sigh, as he realises that it is not very friendly for a large man like himself. He shakes the frustration off him, and looks around, waiting to be served, either by the lusty people going at it behind him, or someone new.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>