Agras Elanu Terius

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Agras Elanu Terius
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Minotaur(Beastman)
  • Class: Wargor
  • Alignment: Chaos Undivided
  • Deity: Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle, Slaanesh
  • Age: Unknown
  • Body Type: Beastly
  • Height: 12'3"
  • Weight: 1,214 lbs.
  • Hair: Dark brown, black mane
  • Eyes: Black
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: Numerous

• Description

  Agras, simply put, what a monstrous beast of Chaos. He somehow managed to find his way to the known world, where he led a Warherd of Beastmen, due to his sheer size. He stood a hand taller than twelve foot, and was as heavily muscled as any minotaur was. Covered in thick, shaggy fur, Agras smelled of grave-rot and dried blood.
  
  A pair of massive cloven hooves the size of a boars head crushed anything beneath them. Sprouting from these were a pair of thickly muscled calves, whose shaggy fur was matted with dried, crusted blood. Around his shins were a pair of guards, both fashioned to have minotaur'esque skulls sitting high, just below the knee. Both of the skulls eyes glowed a constant blue, though it was simply ornamental. Buckled 'round his thighs were thick plates or armor. These appeared to be woven steel plates, fashioned to appear like ornate brickwork. Simple chainmail laid underneath. A loincloth of scaled plates covered his groin, hanging just above the knee. At his hips were a pair of ornately crafted sword, both sporting hooked edges.
  
  Agras wore a thick shirt of mail, upon which a thick breastplate sat. On this breastplate was a massive skull, whose horns reached from shoulder to broad shoulder. Underneath the horns were ornate designs. This plate basically covered his ribcage. Thick shoulder plates flared upwards, giving further ornamental qualities to his armor. Bracers of the same silver alloy gave show to curved spikes.
  
  The beast had but on horn- his right- but he did not let that diminish his masculinity. On his massive head sat another plate of armor, between the horns. A metal horn sprouted from the plate, returning him, perhaps, to his former glory. A thick black mane started underneath the plate and spread down his back, stopping just short of his rump.

• Biography

  Agras grew up in the Chaos Wastelands, though through a strange happening, he was shot through both time and space to the known world, where he led the remainder of his Warherd across the landscape. Eventually, a majority of the herd died off from disease, all immunities forgotten in the Wastelands. This new world had new diseases that decimated his herd.
  
  When it was down to Agras and his mate, he finally came across another intelligent creature.. Or so it seemed. He found himself face to face with a small creature, who had no fur save the top of his head, and the bottom half of his face. The creature spoke in some strange tongue, proceeding to challenge Agras in combat of some sort.
  
  When the message was finally recieved, the two locked, trading blows. In the first few moments, it was clear that the small, furless creature would best Agras. His mate fled for her life, deciding to test the wilderness rather than the small creatures blade. Agras soon submitted, was bound, and taken away by the strange man.
  
  Eventually, Agras learned the mans name.. It was a name he'd never forget. He was soon introduced to Guildereim, a strange island with exotic creatures from the world over. Stripped of his position as Wargor, forced in to slavery, Agras held his hostile nature tight, fighting against the ropes that bound him every step of the way.
  
  Soon after arriving on Guildereim and the Golden Tether, Agras was introduced in to the arena. His new master decided to test him against the other stock, and he seemed to impress the blonde-haired captor. When it came time for his first public match.. no, his first four, he would disappoint. Defeat stung him, followed by a single victory. Deemed a lost cause, his new master sold Agras to the Tether, leaving him to be dealt with by the handlers there.
  
  After a few weeks of steaming in the pens, Agras was put on extended rent by a wealthy mistress, who had him trained in the art of contemporary combat. Five months passed, and Agras was a new machine, forged for bloodshed. Deciding that she would rather have him free than in the hands of another master, the mistress released Agras from the bonds of slavery, gave him a small chest of gold, and sent him back to Guildereim.
  
  Deciding that the island wasn't best, Agras left with his small fortune, but he was only gone for a month or so. The outside world was much too strange, much to different for him to cope with.. So, after purchasing himself armor and weapons, it was back to Guildereim.. To conquer the old master, Ulfrik. No. The entire arena.