This is actually a thing I'm just writing right now, as opposed to the copy-pastes, because I had an idea for someone for the pub in Akvero, but he needs backstory. So backstory!
<div style="text-align:center;]<u style="font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;]Son of the Bull[/u]
<div style="text-align:left;]<font size="2]It was obvious to anyone who looked at him that Terross wasn't pure human. For that matter, it was obvious that he wasn't pure anything. And in a world were racial purity was, generally, an important thing to most races, Terross, had a hard time of it. Three or four generations ago, his great-great-(great?)-grandmother had had relations with a minotaur. The details were fuzzy, both because such things were unseemly and because of how long ago it had happened. That she had survived was something of a minor miracle. That she had carried his child to term and successfully birthed it, still surviving, had only been possible with the aid of healing magic applied during the pregnancy and the labor.
The children had always been male, for some strange minotaur-bloodline-related reason, and each had, somehow, managed to find a human woman willing to look past the taboo of it. The fact that all the men in question were hung like a minotaur might have had something to do with that.
By the time the bloodline had been diluted down to Terross, its effects were minor. He had horns, just a few inches long, sweeping up from his forehead, surprisingly majestic for such small things, imitating the grand sweeps of a full minotaur. He had keen senses, the natural cunning of his ancestor, and the endowment all the men in his family were blessed with. He was large for a human in other ways, too, standing almost seven feet when he stood erect, and his musculature was intimidating. Or it would have been, if he didn't conceal himself behind loose clothing and generally try to appear non-threatening.
Minotaurs were not generally given to higher thought and education, and the men between Terross and his ancestor had been much the same. Terross, though, had been trying to break from tradition, seeking an education in the magical arts. He had been encouraged by his mother, an enchantress herself, and had managed his way through various magical academies. The female students (and sometimes the teachers) were more than willing to help him out, and the fact that his shy nature had him stammering like a fool whenever they got too close only seemed to make them come after him more. It was also the reason why he had to keep moving from school to school.
This year, though, he finally finished his education, officially becoming a member of one of the magic guilds, specifically a magitech guild. He was much better at using magic to power little inventions than he was at using it on its own, and he made a small business for himself selling magical gizmos, some purely cosmetic, such as clockwork birds, and some that served a practical use, such as his wrist-attached, temperature-controlling, voice-controlled stirrer. It could stir a drink or a soup on command, and heat or cool it to the perfect temperature. It was a popular little device.
It was difficult for him, though, to make any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone. Not only was he the strange descendant of a minotaur, but the people who would have been okay with that were usually the type who would have wanted him for brute strength, the 'big dumb' of their little band. As such, Terross acquired a mask from his mother, a rather unique one that, when worn, faded into near-invisibility, so his face could be seen, but took his horns with it. It was clear he was masked, but he looked like an ordinary human. Thus equipped, Terross went to the Winter Festival in Akvero, hoping to enjoy himself unreservedly, for once.
Of course, things never go quite according to plan...[/font][/align][/align]
<div style="text-align:center;]<u style="font-size:medium;font-weight:bold;]Son of the Bull[/u]
<div style="text-align:left;]<font size="2]It was obvious to anyone who looked at him that Terross wasn't pure human. For that matter, it was obvious that he wasn't pure anything. And in a world were racial purity was, generally, an important thing to most races, Terross, had a hard time of it. Three or four generations ago, his great-great-(great?)-grandmother had had relations with a minotaur. The details were fuzzy, both because such things were unseemly and because of how long ago it had happened. That she had survived was something of a minor miracle. That she had carried his child to term and successfully birthed it, still surviving, had only been possible with the aid of healing magic applied during the pregnancy and the labor.
The children had always been male, for some strange minotaur-bloodline-related reason, and each had, somehow, managed to find a human woman willing to look past the taboo of it. The fact that all the men in question were hung like a minotaur might have had something to do with that.
By the time the bloodline had been diluted down to Terross, its effects were minor. He had horns, just a few inches long, sweeping up from his forehead, surprisingly majestic for such small things, imitating the grand sweeps of a full minotaur. He had keen senses, the natural cunning of his ancestor, and the endowment all the men in his family were blessed with. He was large for a human in other ways, too, standing almost seven feet when he stood erect, and his musculature was intimidating. Or it would have been, if he didn't conceal himself behind loose clothing and generally try to appear non-threatening.
Minotaurs were not generally given to higher thought and education, and the men between Terross and his ancestor had been much the same. Terross, though, had been trying to break from tradition, seeking an education in the magical arts. He had been encouraged by his mother, an enchantress herself, and had managed his way through various magical academies. The female students (and sometimes the teachers) were more than willing to help him out, and the fact that his shy nature had him stammering like a fool whenever they got too close only seemed to make them come after him more. It was also the reason why he had to keep moving from school to school.
This year, though, he finally finished his education, officially becoming a member of one of the magic guilds, specifically a magitech guild. He was much better at using magic to power little inventions than he was at using it on its own, and he made a small business for himself selling magical gizmos, some purely cosmetic, such as clockwork birds, and some that served a practical use, such as his wrist-attached, temperature-controlling, voice-controlled stirrer. It could stir a drink or a soup on command, and heat or cool it to the perfect temperature. It was a popular little device.
It was difficult for him, though, to make any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone. Not only was he the strange descendant of a minotaur, but the people who would have been okay with that were usually the type who would have wanted him for brute strength, the 'big dumb' of their little band. As such, Terross acquired a mask from his mother, a rather unique one that, when worn, faded into near-invisibility, so his face could be seen, but took his horns with it. It was clear he was masked, but he looked like an ordinary human. Thus equipped, Terross went to the Winter Festival in Akvero, hoping to enjoy himself unreservedly, for once.
Of course, things never go quite according to plan...[/font][/align][/align]
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