<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/AQCjWVr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kroth-Taran<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Storm horse Tribe (Human)<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Wayward Barbarian<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Chaotic Horny (prefers feminine, at least when sober)<br/><strong>Ons:</strong>Casual: Heroism, good stories, horses & dogs, the outdoors | Sexual: Casual flings, competition / roughhousing, oral (G and R), smaller partners (also larger or muscular partners; probably has an untapped interest in furry / anthro ladies as well as a newly-discovered fascination with lingerie). Probably<strong>plenty</strong>besides these.<br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Casual: Math, pants, sand in his sandals, prejudice against his people, cowardice | Sexual: Sexual violence, degradation, bathroom stuff, pants; is puzzled by the concept of anal, but not necessarily an "off"<br/><br/><strong>Favorite Mode of Attack:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Flex Pex:</strong> By flaunting his physique, Taran can distract his foes in a fight, making them gawk for a moment rather than do what they were doing at that moment. Only works on foes that would be impresed by / attracted to a human, and only works when Taran is shirtless and unarmored. Which is always.</li><li><strong>Smackchop!</strong>: Step one: Lift a big thing (preferably a weapon) over your head. Step two: Yell really loud to make sure everyone knows you're there. Step three: Smash your big thing against your enemy. A weapon attack that leaves its user vulnerable to attacks, but does a LOT of damage when it hits.</li></ul><strong>Height:</strong>5'9"<br/><strong>Build:</strong>Lithe but well-muscled. "Pantherish" as Robert E. Howard would describe.<br/><strong>Description:</strong>Taran is tall and well-muscled, though not in a bulky way. He wears his dark hair loose and long, or sometimes secured with a leather circlet to keep it from blowing back into his face. Dark brown eyes under strong black brows and a sort of face that is definitely not local. he doesn't wear much, preferring to go about in a loincloth and naught else; he's been convinced to wear some buckskin pants in town (which will last until he needs to run, or it gets too warm, or an occasion<em>arises</em>) As a result his skin is well-tanned to a warm bronze hue. Little visible body hair, a few scars here and there, and an amulet that's just a small satchel and some sharp teeth on a twisted leather cord.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Kroth-Taran is supremely confident in himself, and proud of his heritage and skills. There's little that can't be fixed with a nice sword, and those few occasions probably require two swords (complicated!) He's not stupid by any means, but<em>is</em>quite naive and unfamiliar with the ways of "Farmers" (everyone who's not a Storm Horse like himself!) he has a bit of a superiority complex regarding said "farmers," but not in a mean or arrogant way; He's genuinely a good guy and wants to help out! Sometimes it's a bit patronizing, but he's a nice himbo. also he adores horses and dogs. Will literally stop everything to give a good boy some scritches.<br/><br/><strong>Story:</strong>Kroth-Taran is an adventurer by circumstance, not by desire. While,<em>sure</em>the Storm Horses (or Queth-Inar, in their tongue) lead adventure some lives, they tend to keep to themselves out on the plains. Taran, though, is an exile, of sorts. After an incident with the Chief's daughter (It's not what you think!), and then again with the Chief's<em>wife</em>(it's exactly what you think!) he was cast out to atone, by finding the finest horse he can and bringing it back to pay his honor-debt.<br/><br/>Taran did not expect the horses in the Farmer lands to be, well,<em>crappy</em>. I mean every horse is a good horse, of course of course, but... there are standards!<br/><br/>So, exiled from his own tribe, Taran has wandered further and further into the Farmer lands, helping where he can and always looking for a decent horse. it's a little odd that he<em>just</em>discovered money two days before finding out people will give you money for fighting rats in their basements. Surely this valiant and heroic display of his might will win him many of the money-coins, which he can trade for a fine horse!<br/><br/>If he can stop trading it for drinks. and company. And cards...<br/><br/><strong>Player: Chulanowa</strong>