Age: 24
7' 3" - Rich, brown skin - coated with black hair on his torso, arms, and legs. Short horns crest his head, normally covered by a wide-brimmed hat.

"I was raised by a group of hunters, Red Mages they called themselves. They specialized in killing all manner of monstrosities; made a tidy living off of the near-endless opportunities for work. The contracts doubled as means to gather specimens and components for their Mutagens.

My found family told me the story of how I came to be there since I was too young to remember. My parents were an especially dangerous pair of Minotaurs, massive bull-like giants that were something of a terror to those living nearby. When the Red Mages came, paid to wipe them out, my parents had given them Hell before they'd died. Finding my brothers and I elsewhere in the dwelling, they took us in as oddities, curious to see if the Minotaur ferocity could be channeled.

Ultimately, I'm not bitter about how I ended up with them. Sounded like my parents were asking for it and I might've shared their fate if I were raised by them or left aimless on my own. But I could be wrong. At least my brothers said so before they ran away from the Mages years into training. People say I'm cold-blooded. I call it, "practical.

The Red Mages were looking to expand their operation and alliances, so they cleared me to join the Dawngate Guild. I hope to foster the Red Mages' reputation. Should be interesting."