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Fauf Fellhoof

Played by Cromagus410

Beast

  • AT A GLANCE:

    Name: Fauf Fellhoof
    Age: 22
    Sex: Male
    Species: Equine, Half Clydesdale Half American Standardbred
    Ethnicity: Gaul
    Accent: German
    Height: 8'4"
    Weight: 625 Lbs
    Body type: Muscular, Bodybuilder mixed with Strongman


    Scent: Blood, Musk, Pine, Smoke
    Occupation: Arena Slave, Fighter, Berserker

    Seeking: Long-Term, Plotlines, Friends, Enemies


    IN DEPTH:

    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Marital Status: Single
    Impairments: Hot heated, Alcoholic, Near Sighted, Mild Arthritis
    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral


    Likes: Blood, War, Conflict, Alcohol, Food, Women, Fine Weapons And Armors, Bonfires, Lamentations of His Enemies

    Dislikes: Peace, Weakness, Pity, Cowards, Those Who Speak in Circles, Two-Faced People

    Languages Spoken: Common, German, Latin
    Personality: Gruff, Abrasive, Confronting, Quick to Fight

    Deity: Nature and Spirits


    PHYSICAL:

    Physical Strengths: Physically Strong, Tough, Trained in Armed and Unarmed Combat, Years of Experience On and Off the Battlefield
    Physical Weaknesses: Quick to Anger, Tall, Slow, Near Sighted, Relies on Rage and Toughness Couple With Strength

    Scars: Numerous along his body

    Description: Immense stature caught the eye as he strode forth over eight feet in height. Immense seemed to be a theme with the red furred equine. A dangerous gleam resided within the hazel eyes of the Clydesdale mixed breed. Broad shoulders, massive arms, and broadly built body was defined, holding very little fat upon his body. Numerous patches along his fur were missing from various wounds that he has taken. Arrow scars, wounds from swords, and where his bones poked through his skin lined his body. An aura of violence, and the smell of blood seemed to follow the equine wherever he walked along. A collar upon his neck declared his status of a slave. Whether that was his birthplace or perhaps where the beast of war had fallen was a question to be asked. Leather bracers and a simple pair of black breeches seemed to be his only clothing. Baring most of his muscular frame to the light of day. Fingernails and hooves on his feet held a deep black colors, with his hooves having a tuft of red hair surrounding his ankles as a tribute to his workhorse heritage.
    Owned By: Leilani