Jacques smiled at the woman "Autumn" he mulled it over "a nice name..." he thought a bit, and looked this beautiful woman over. "well the short version of the story my father was a master horse breeder, and my guess is he pissed off some old gypsy woman, because instead of my human mother giving birth to me... it was his horse that made the final push." he looks into his food "I don't like to think about the details of that much" he seemed to cheer right up when he looked back at her "But I'm making a name for myself, or at least trying." he patted his saber with an almost fondness. "of course this has it's advantages..." he could've made an off color joke about having a manhood as long as his forearm, but that was not for polite company. "I have a physque that lends itself well to running long ditances quickly. so I can catch creatures that run from me, and run from thoose who'd rip me apart."