BatMoon
08-02-06, 07:35 PM
Name: Lunesent aka ‘Moon’
Note: Having no clan name following his call-name automatically tells another centaur that he is an exile, and as such, is considered the next thing to dead. In fact, any centaur he meets who is unfamiliar will often cease to acknowledge him once his name is disclosed.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Centaur
Hair Color:
Centaur form: Body is black, mane and tail silver
Human form: silver hair
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Height:
Centaur form: ~13 hands=52 inches (at withers, small of his back)
Human form: ~5 feet
Weight: Both forms: ~1000lbs
Note: When he is in Human form, his mass is compressed. He is a very dense, solid man, and as such, very hard to knock down.
Appearance:
Centaur form: About medium-sized, in horse-terms. Stocky, and solid. Black coat, with silver mane and tail, and dark skin—almost as dark as his coat. Gray eyes and black hooves.
Human form: Same dark skin, same eye and hair color. Short, but still stocky build. Side affect of ability means all of his centaur mass is compressed into the smaller human form. He is not any stronger, but he can handle more than a normal human because he has a centaur’s strength. He wears a leather vest and plain linen trousers.
Personality: Bitter, lonely man. He sees his ability as a curse, and he takes out his aggression on his prisoners, though he never takes a life if he can help it. His anger boils always beneath the surface. Though his conscience won’t let him walk away from an innocent in danger, he refuses to get close to anyone. He got close once, to his mentor and swordmaster, a man who betrayed his trust, and a man he later killed. Being a bounty hunter and being around thieves and cutthroats has made him hard and harsh. He feels he must be in control at all times, without weakness, so shows a stolid mask to the world when he does not show anger. His temper is short and he’ll lash out in an instant.
Skills:
Centaur form: Agility, speed and endurance of the centaur. Strength, and hooves to kick out with.
Human form: Lowered agility and speed because of increased weight. Strength greater than normal human’s and solid standing—meaning you have to work very hard to knock him off his feet.
Both forms: Innate ability to change forms from centaur to human. Basic swordsmanship.
Armor: Hardened leather vest with chainmail core.
Weapons: Twin steel scimitars
Other Equipment: Small knife, large wool blanket, spare trousers, traveler essentials (food, fire-starting material, etc.) in a rucksack.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
History: Lunesent was born to the First Mare to the Stallion of the Cloudburst Clan. It was considered a good omen that the Stallion’s son was blessed by the night with the color of a powerful storm cloud, and blessed by the moon with the color of lightning. He had a special naming ceremony; he was called Lunesent: “Sent by the Moon.” There was a great celebration for one who had the backing of great omens to become a powerful Warrior and a trusted Stallion, perhaps even of his own clan. He learned from and had the company of the greatest Warriors of the Clan for his first years, until the Great Raid.
His clan’s high hopes for him were dashed during that time. Some humans thought it great sport to hunt centaurs, sometimes dragging off young ones to raise as laborers. The Great Raid was when they came in force, on the backs of horses and with bows of their own to match those of the Clan. The Mother Mares gathered the foals and protected them within a circle, while the Warrior Colts and Fillies, led by the Stallion himself, fought the humans with bows and javelins. The air was charged with excitement and fear, an atmosphere that gave a certain talent ample reason to emerge.
The Mother Mares kept the foals far from the fighting, and the foals simply slept, too young to think this time would be any different from other triumphant returns. The Stallion led in his depleted force, but still victorious. In his urge to share his triumph with his Clan’s hope for the future, He pushed through the Mother Mares and lifted his son, only for the foal to cringe from the sharp scent of blood, and that scent caused him to change before his father’s eyes, in his father’s arms, into the very enemy: human.
He was exiled that very day, the Clan so stricken there was no protest. He wandered the forests for almost a year before stumbling onto a woodcutter’s hut. The human proved to be a retired swordmaster. Lunesent appeared to him in human form and became his apprentice for a period of ten years. Lunesent worked hard, but the swordmaster was old, and lessons sporadic. He is still no better than basic, for using two swords takes more work than to use sword and shield. He felt the man was trustworthy, and so revealed his shameful secret, the reason for his exile. Unfortunately the man had become old, and in the way of such things, saw other than what the boy was trying to tell him.
The swordmaster’s own son had been arrogant and full of himself. He had gone on one of those ridiculous centaur raids and gotten himself killed. In the man’s old mind, Lunesent was a specter, taunting him with the death of his son. The old man lashed out with anger, hateful words against the centaurs, and finally, even his sword; though his bones were brittle, his determination was not.
Even more unfortunate was that Lunesent saw the old man’s senility as betrayal, and in the passion of youth, drew his own swords, threw his master’s aside and killed him with a thrust through his old heart. Ever since, he is extremely reluctant to let anyone know about his shameful secret, even less eager to become close enough to trust another. So he travels as a human bounty hunter, only reverting to his centaur form when he knows he’s alone.
Note: Having no clan name following his call-name automatically tells another centaur that he is an exile, and as such, is considered the next thing to dead. In fact, any centaur he meets who is unfamiliar will often cease to acknowledge him once his name is disclosed.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Centaur
Hair Color:
Centaur form: Body is black, mane and tail silver
Human form: silver hair
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Height:
Centaur form: ~13 hands=52 inches (at withers, small of his back)
Human form: ~5 feet
Weight: Both forms: ~1000lbs
Note: When he is in Human form, his mass is compressed. He is a very dense, solid man, and as such, very hard to knock down.
Appearance:
Centaur form: About medium-sized, in horse-terms. Stocky, and solid. Black coat, with silver mane and tail, and dark skin—almost as dark as his coat. Gray eyes and black hooves.
Human form: Same dark skin, same eye and hair color. Short, but still stocky build. Side affect of ability means all of his centaur mass is compressed into the smaller human form. He is not any stronger, but he can handle more than a normal human because he has a centaur’s strength. He wears a leather vest and plain linen trousers.
Personality: Bitter, lonely man. He sees his ability as a curse, and he takes out his aggression on his prisoners, though he never takes a life if he can help it. His anger boils always beneath the surface. Though his conscience won’t let him walk away from an innocent in danger, he refuses to get close to anyone. He got close once, to his mentor and swordmaster, a man who betrayed his trust, and a man he later killed. Being a bounty hunter and being around thieves and cutthroats has made him hard and harsh. He feels he must be in control at all times, without weakness, so shows a stolid mask to the world when he does not show anger. His temper is short and he’ll lash out in an instant.
Skills:
Centaur form: Agility, speed and endurance of the centaur. Strength, and hooves to kick out with.
Human form: Lowered agility and speed because of increased weight. Strength greater than normal human’s and solid standing—meaning you have to work very hard to knock him off his feet.
Both forms: Innate ability to change forms from centaur to human. Basic swordsmanship.
Armor: Hardened leather vest with chainmail core.
Weapons: Twin steel scimitars
Other Equipment: Small knife, large wool blanket, spare trousers, traveler essentials (food, fire-starting material, etc.) in a rucksack.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
History: Lunesent was born to the First Mare to the Stallion of the Cloudburst Clan. It was considered a good omen that the Stallion’s son was blessed by the night with the color of a powerful storm cloud, and blessed by the moon with the color of lightning. He had a special naming ceremony; he was called Lunesent: “Sent by the Moon.” There was a great celebration for one who had the backing of great omens to become a powerful Warrior and a trusted Stallion, perhaps even of his own clan. He learned from and had the company of the greatest Warriors of the Clan for his first years, until the Great Raid.
His clan’s high hopes for him were dashed during that time. Some humans thought it great sport to hunt centaurs, sometimes dragging off young ones to raise as laborers. The Great Raid was when they came in force, on the backs of horses and with bows of their own to match those of the Clan. The Mother Mares gathered the foals and protected them within a circle, while the Warrior Colts and Fillies, led by the Stallion himself, fought the humans with bows and javelins. The air was charged with excitement and fear, an atmosphere that gave a certain talent ample reason to emerge.
The Mother Mares kept the foals far from the fighting, and the foals simply slept, too young to think this time would be any different from other triumphant returns. The Stallion led in his depleted force, but still victorious. In his urge to share his triumph with his Clan’s hope for the future, He pushed through the Mother Mares and lifted his son, only for the foal to cringe from the sharp scent of blood, and that scent caused him to change before his father’s eyes, in his father’s arms, into the very enemy: human.
He was exiled that very day, the Clan so stricken there was no protest. He wandered the forests for almost a year before stumbling onto a woodcutter’s hut. The human proved to be a retired swordmaster. Lunesent appeared to him in human form and became his apprentice for a period of ten years. Lunesent worked hard, but the swordmaster was old, and lessons sporadic. He is still no better than basic, for using two swords takes more work than to use sword and shield. He felt the man was trustworthy, and so revealed his shameful secret, the reason for his exile. Unfortunately the man had become old, and in the way of such things, saw other than what the boy was trying to tell him.
The swordmaster’s own son had been arrogant and full of himself. He had gone on one of those ridiculous centaur raids and gotten himself killed. In the man’s old mind, Lunesent was a specter, taunting him with the death of his son. The old man lashed out with anger, hateful words against the centaurs, and finally, even his sword; though his bones were brittle, his determination was not.
Even more unfortunate was that Lunesent saw the old man’s senility as betrayal, and in the passion of youth, drew his own swords, threw his master’s aside and killed him with a thrust through his old heart. Ever since, he is extremely reluctant to let anyone know about his shameful secret, even less eager to become close enough to trust another. So he travels as a human bounty hunter, only reverting to his centaur form when he knows he’s alone.