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Honorable barbarian.



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« Thread Started on Jun 14, 2006, 7:38pm »
Character Sheets

Name: Myth

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Minotaur

Class: Fighter/Barbarian

Job: Gladiator, Mercenary

Racial Hostility: Elves, their scrawny little bodies break to easily.

Physical Description: (Short or post a picture) 9' 7" (10' 8" Counting Horns), Well muscled, few scars over arms and chest. His eyes hold an keen knowing intellegence, something not normally seen in others of his kind.

Mental State: Sane though prone to bouts of frusterated anger.

Sample Paragraph: Croutching down, the minotaur clutched his chest, his body hunkered over as if great pain was coursing though its huge body, the only thing keeping it semi upright being the humanoids equally massize greatsword, a sword that dwarfed normal human made swords of the kind.

Across the arena, the ogre in its stupidity, thought the match won against its hairy opponent. Hefting it's long spear, it roared and charged, meaning to impale the minotaur and pin it to the wall behind. Closing it's eyes, it kept running, waiting to hear the roar of pain and defeat, the sound of the spears long blade punching though the minotaurs thick hide, waiting to feel the spray of blood.

With honed reflexes, the minotaur grinned and rolled out of the way, the head of the spear passing him by inches. Springign up to his hoves, he gripped his sword harder and swung about in a whirlwind just as the ogres body passed. Swinging high and twisting the blade, the ogre opened its eyes to see what the delay was only to meet the flat of the massize sword face first.

A resounding "THWACK" echoed about the arena as the spear kept going as the ogre's face turned to mush under the heavy blade. Dropping where it was, it lay there daze, looking up at the suddenly five different minotaur standing baoce him smirking in victory. The yheavy fog hangign baout it was suddenly as it felt the agonizing pain from the minotaurs great blade driving down between his ribs. Roaring out in denial, the ogre punched up, hopeing to grab onot the minotaurs head, inadverntly causing the blade to cut through its body more.

Ducking, the minotaur twisted the blade, a sharp cracking sound signifying the ogre;s ribs cracing apart sounded out and as the ogre's arm dropped down, the giant kin still glaring denial, it's life was finished as the minotaur headebutted him, its massive bovine horns driving right through the ogres skull, drenching his face in rank blood.

Pulling his blade out, the minotaur calmly wiped the great blade on the rage the ogre war, cheathed it in his great baldric then calmly stepping over the corpse, the victor made his way towards the arena gates, down into the pits. Glaring at the ogre guards who promptly backed off, he continued unhindered to his room to count his winnings.
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