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Hashamon, via Ken EubanksAppearanceLow Charisma
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Within the peaceful green eyes of the shaggy-faced Minotaur flickers the intense curiosity of animal with nothing to fear, lazily watching as he casually observes those around him. His fur is mostly gray, with black hi-lites around his eyes, ears, and over his hooves. His upward curving horns are a dark brown, flirting with black. Hanging from the left horn is a leather fetish, with braided crystal tears knotted within strap.

Assorted strips of hide from worthwhile hunts adorn Hashamons body and arms, forming a sort of hide leather. His fur is shaggy in parts, and his coarse hair is thick and matted. Of all his possessions, only a polished black oak staff seems to receive much care and attention.		While not unlikeable, the Taur operates on a different wavelength from most, often considering things from angles that are unpopular. Hash also displays what borders on contempt for the concept and lawlessness that can be found in a "civilised society". Hash also has the following traits, as imposed by his player.

Abrupt: Hashamon will interact as little as possible strangers, to the point of outright dodging them. Answers to them will be short and terse. Requests to explain himself will be ignored or met with animal noises.

Homesick: Given the chance, Hashamon will always compare a city and it's people unfavorably to his grove and it's denizens. This will be anytime, to anyone.

Wild: Hashamon, while Wildshaped, tends to behave as one of the species would naturally in a social setting. This does not serve as a means to alter his alignment, only explain his low charisma in a social situation.
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Hashamon is many things. A predator, a pacifist, and a champion of the ideal of peace through strength. Though he is subject to bouts of contemplative brooding, his actions are often both tender and measured, with a response of force that rises to the challenge he is facing. Hashamon often acts on natural impulse, exhibiting a primal desire for efficiency. He does not often banter for long periods with fancy words, preferring instead to give the simple reassurance of a contented pur, or voice his displeasure through a throaty growl.

Of all things, Hashamon sees himself as a voice and power that acts on behalf of the natural order of the Wold. This order is not limited to man versus nature, as in his experience the noble and ignoble races are all part of a greater balance. The thing he seeks to hunt more than anything else is the endless evil that constantly seeks to corrupt, invade, and pervert the natural order he reveres so much. Would the day come that he could rest lazily in his grove and forget the worries of the Wold, he would embrace it happily.