<div class="floatright">(https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xfa1/t51.2885-15/s320x320/e15/11380802_471995376307941_1084161256_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Gatura Amon<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Hired Muscle (mainly intimidation), Human Packmule<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Ons :</strong>Oral, Round Asses, Fingers in Mouth, feisty women, good stories, dirty jokes,  hot meals<br/><strong>Offs :</strong>Boring people, over talking, cold foods, weak drink, giant spiders<br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong>Punch, Spear Stab<br/><strong>Height :</strong>6’5<br/><strong>Build :</strong>Gatura could best be described as solid, he is a wall of muscle.<br/><strong>Description :</strong>Gatura has dark mahogany skin and short cut black hair. When travelling, he wears a tan, heavy leather armor with a long purple cape that denotes his ‘royal’ linage. He is also almost always seen wearing one gold hoop ear ring and a golden arm band.  After a literal run in with a cluster of giant spiders, he purchased a long spear with a wooden handle and a thick metal tip.<br/><strong>Personality :</strong>Despite his overwhelming appearance, Gatura is mostly soft spoken and prefers peace and pleasant company to confusion and conflict. Once he’s comfortable, a smile is normally plastered on his face. Gatura never passes up on a pun or innuendo, especially once intoxicated, and is almost always looking for a romp.<br/><br/><strong>Story :</strong>Gatura has no recollection of his biological family. All that he knows is that he is the descendant of kings from a faraway land. The 12th bastard of his father, Gatura was sold, as far as he knows, at the request of his queen. He traveled with a band of traveling merchants (read: gypsies) for a while until being sold to a farmer as unskilled labor. While treated kindly, he was never allowed to truly learn a skill and instead carried heavy tools and good for a majority of his life. Fortunately for him, the farmer’s wife educated Gatura along with her son who was like a brother to Gatura. When they traveled to town to trade goods, Gatura found that if he pretended to be angry, he could deter most bandits because of his sheer size. Eventually, Gatura sold his presence until he earned enough money to buy his freedom. Once free, he traveled aimlessly, in an attempt to figure out how to make a name for himself. He continued to use his size and demeanor to make money. Unfortunately, on a recent expedition, Gatura learned that spiders were not subject to intimidation and suffered a traumatic attack at the<del>hands</del>legs of a cluster. Now armed, Gatura is looking for more work and some way to make a name for himself. What better place to start than Amberdale?<br/>