[b]Name:[/b] Vagus Sionian
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 41
[b]Race:[/b] Minotaur
[b]Appearance:[/b] 

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[/url]Picture the above, but with darker grey skin/fur, and with a giant mace instead of an axe.

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[b]Height and Weight:[/b] About eight feet, quite heavy.
[b]Weapons/Items:[/b] He carries three things with him at all times; his giant [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120513000401/elderscrolls/images/d/d8/Ebonymace.png]Obsidian Mace[/url], and two bottles. One for water, one for particularly strong liquors.
[b]Skills:[/b] Thanks to his past careers and hobbies, he's generally quite knowledgeable and possesses higher-than-average analytical skills, something that comes in handy when looking at someone's fighting style, or if you're trying to solve a maths problem. None of this matters if he goes berserk, though.
[b]Abilities:[/b] Vagus, befitting his appearance, is a creature of great strength, capable of lifting huge slabs of rubble and propelling people through the air with a well-placed whack of the Mace; and sometimes he doesn't even need a weapon. He also has the 'ability', if you can call it that, to throw caution to the wind and go absolutely berserk on an enemy, though this is usually involuntary; see below.
[b]Magic:[/b] N/A
[b]Personality:[/b] Most people take one look at him and think 'dumb brute', but such a generalisation couldn't be further from the truth. Not only is he 'not dumb', he's actually very intelligent and civilised. Though he likes to say he's humble about it, his rather humourless demeanor, personal sense of politeness of etiquette and disdain for anything 'ghastly' suggest otherwise; and he considers a lot of things 'ghastly'. That said, he's still rather friendly overall. Just remember to never A) wound him too much, or B) pull on his tail. You do either of those things, he's liable to, against his will, lapse into a state of bloodthirsty berserker rage, in which he will pummel the offender and any unfortunate souls who happen to be nearby until he calms down, or until the offender has been reduced to a mushy paste, whichever comes first.
[b]Bio:[/b] Believe it or not, Vagus wasn't always a Minotaur. He used to be a perfectly ordinary, run-of-the-mill human, who lead a fairly boring and unremarkable life up until his mid-thirties. He was always an intellectual sort of fellow, and this landed him a job in the personal library of a local wizard. A very nice wizard, with a tall, dark tower who liked wearing blood-red robes and raising the dead from the grave.

Things soon took a turn for the strange for Vagus, however; he thought that, as evil as this wizard may seem, he'd never be stupid enough to mistreat his own employees. That was where he was wrong. One day he was hauled into the wizard's special research chambers for a 'promotion', which turned out to be a glass of wine laced with experimental alchemical substances. Before he could figure out what he'd been poisoned with, he was transformed from a scrawny, middle-aged librarian into a hulking Minotaur. The wizard was so pleased with his work that he cast a spell upon the newly-transformed Vagus to brainwash him into doing his bidding without question.

Of course, the wizard soon set out on a fairly standard evil overlord quest to take over the local kingdom with his army of monsters and zombies, Vagus among them as a special shock troop. Unfortunately for them, however, the forces of the local kingdom was ready for them. The brainwashed Vagus only survived the ensuing onslaught because an enemy wizard blasted him with potent magic and threw him off a bridge. The resulting head injury 'rebooted' Vagus' mind and effectively cut off the Wizard's control. After the battle was over, he was pardoned by the local King and set free, but they were unable to undo his transformation. 

Vagus found this especially irritating since most clothes were now far too small for him, and he smelled strange, and he had difficulty sleeping in a normal bed with his enormous horns, and his brother peed himself in terror the next time he saw him, et cetera. Instead of wasting time trying to find a cure, however, he decided to make the most of his new form by becoming a merc; not that he was proud of it, it was mostly because of the big money involved. It was in this line of work that he found himself repeatedly visiting some ruins near the town of Crumbleport...