Bromerius

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  • Name: Bromerius
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Blazer
  • Race: Centaur
  • Class: multi-clas
  • Alignment: chaotic neutral
  • Age: 125
  • Size: large
  • Body Type: muscular
  • Height: 8 1/2 feet from head to hoof
  • Weight: nunya damned business. lol
  • Complexion: tan
  • Hair: bluish black
  • Eyes: forest green
  • Handedness: ambedextrous
  • Scars: a few
  • Personality: distrusting, equally social and anti-social dependant upon mood, protective of the few that are close to him, couldnt care less about those who aren't. Protective and ANY child
  • Mannerisms: gruff, often angry, mood swing just like anyone else,
  • Likes: weapons, practising, fighting, running in the wind, smokin weed, eating, playing music on his reed pipes/pan pipes, drawing, swimming, waterfall diving
  • Dislikes: Humans. Their freakin EVIL man!

• Description

  Bormerius is a 125 year old centaur who has never met another of his kind, since the destruction of his homeland. He's about 8 1/2 feet tall from head to hoof, has a birthmark on the left side of his chest that looks like a hoof with fire and lightening around it and a skull just below it he has a mark on He has 2 one hand swords, a bow and quiver of 300 poisoned arrows. He is very good with some magic, both white and black. He has a thick white gold necklace and a platinum arm band with the insignia of his family, the ThunderHoof Clan. His midnight black hair is braided nicely, with quite a few phoenix feathers weaved into his braid. He uses them for many reasons, including to bring back the dead and the fact that when prepared right and with a long chant there is not a single curse or poison that cannot be cured.

• Biography

  He doesn't know what happened to his people, he was away when the Jungle was attacked. He was hidden from King Talrus, a human on a genocidal crusade against centaurs because of some half baked prophecy of a centaur that would lead a great army to destroy Talrus and his allies. He doesn't know the specific details, all he knows is that he has a mark on the left side of his chest that fits the description of the Sacred Mark, and thus the relentless attacks and pursuits. He has no great love of fighting, but has had little choice in the matter over the last few decades and has had to fight for his life very often. He has 2 one hand swords, a bow and quiver of 300 poisoned arrows. He is very good with some magic, both white and black. He has a thick white gold necklace and a platinum arm band with the insignia of his family, the ThunderHoof Clan. He knows that his father was chief of the Thunderhoof Clan, and that his whole village was wiped out, no survivors that he knows of. He is alone, hunted, and has had very few friends, most of which had died, 2 of which had betrayed him and his heart has gone cold. He trusts noone, as yet noone have proven themselves trustworthy, though true, he hasn't really given many people a fair chance in the last century or so. He doesn't allow himself to get close to people, he has been betrayed to many times for that. He hates humans with a passion (Ironic, since I hate racists even more), he has never come across one worthy of respect and honour, though he would probably never give one the chance to earn either in his eyes. After all, it was humans who had always hunted him, killed his tribe and to this day attempt to exterminate centaurs like vermin. He believes them all to be racist, evil, selfish, self centered, hateful beings barely worthy of a quick death.