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[h2]G E N T L E[/h2]
[color=8d8d8d][b]The humans called us monstrous, so monsters are what we became.[/b][/color][/center]

[color=DBA901][sub]B A S I C S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]NAME[/color][/sub]
Gentle

[sub][color=8d8d8d]AGE[/color][/sub]
128

[sub][color=8d8d8d]RACE[/color][/sub]
Minotaur

[sub][color=8d8d8d]CLASS[/color][/sub]
Cleric/Barbarian

[sub][color=8d8d8d]OCCUPATION[/color][/sub]
Lay Brother of the Temple of Apollokeos

[sub][color=8d8d8d]ORIGINATES FROM[/color][/sub]
Achea

[sub][color=8d8d8d]IF OUTSIDE TORVELT[/color][/sub]
The Human Republic of Achea is a loose collection of city states far to the South-West of Torvelt. The climate is hot, and the terrain mountainous, though the people have risen to the challenge of taming such an arid land, becoming famed for their exports of grapes, olives, gold, and marble. The Achean’s stand proud of their achievements, proclaiming that their society is the greatest in all the wide world, pointing to their democracies, philosphies, music and art as evidence of this, though it is whispered in courts around the lands that the prosperous country wouldn’t be half as impressive as it is if it wasn’t for the broken backs of the monstrous slaves it has all been built upon. 
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[color=DBA901][sub]P H Y S I C A L A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION[/color][/sub]
Large even by Minotaur standards, Gentle stands taller than eight-and-a-half feet, over nine if you included the tips of his gently curving horns, which you probably should when measuring a Minotaur. He’s broad too, as the ‘proverbial’ bull in fact, and hasn’t he heard that one more than once since coming to Torvelt. His once bulging muscles and steely thews are running to fat a little in his old age and relative indolence, but he still possesses the kind of physique that would give even the most confidant pitfighter cause to pause. 

To his intense consternation his lustrous black pelt is being invaded by unsightly streaks of iron-grey. Swirling blue-grey patterns are tattoeed across his arms, shoulders, chest and back, intricate patterns of some hidden meaning which Gentle hasn’t shared with anyone since arriving in Torvelt. Age has also stolen some of his vim, and the spring from his step, but his hands are still strong and his horns still sharp. It will do, he tells himself. 

[sub][color=8d8d8d]STRENGTHS[/color][/sub][list]
[*]Physically powerful 
[*]Experienced combatant
[*]Access to divine magic
[*]Rough wisdom
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAKNESSES[/color][/sub][list]
[*]Large and heavy
[*]Moderate rheumatoid arthritis 
[*]Fading eyesight
[*]Rage
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[color=DBA901][sub]P S Y C H O L O G I C A L A T T R I B U T E S[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]PERSONALITY[/color][/sub]
Pragmatic – Melancholy – Ponderous – Wistful – Studious – Mercurially violent (though working very hard not to be)

[sub][color=8d8d8d]SEXUALITY[/color][/sub]
Pansexual

[sub][color=8d8d8d]FEARS[/color][/sub]
[list][*]Heights
[*]Deep, fast moving waters
[*]Large canines
[*]Small, enclosed spaces
[*]The ghosts of his past[/list]

[sub][color=8d8d8d]GOALS[/color][/sub]
To find the prince, stop the Fog, and achieve personal salvation.
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[color=DBA901][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][indent][hr][color=8d8d8d][i][/i][/color]

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Labyrinth Recall[/color][/sub]
He can perfectly recall any path that he has taken. 

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Great Weapon Fighting[/color][/sub]
Perhaps unsurprisingly giant bull-men are pretty good at swinging large, sharp pieces of metal with the intent of hurting people. Who knew?

[sub][color=8d8d8d]Sense of Smell and Hearing[/color][/sub]
A Minotaur’s sense of smell and hearing is several times more advanced than that of a humans. Gentle has found himself relying on his more and more since his eyes started failing him.[/indent]

[color=DBA901][sub]G E A R[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
[sub][color=8d8d8d]ITEMS ON PERSON[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Heavy iron bracers
[*] Travellers pack (sleeping roll, tinder box, dried rations etc)
[*] Icon of Apollokeos (Small golden pendant featuring a rising sun over a river)
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[sub][color=8d8d8d]WEAPONS[/color][/sub][list]
[*] Large wooden post (Functions as a quarterstaff/club)
[*] Great Sword
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[color=DBA901][sub]H I S T O R Y[/sub][/color][indent][hr]
The Minotaur known only as Gentle first walked into Torvelt about fifteen years ago, with nothing more than the clothes on his frame and a rolled bundle of leather upon his back. From there he wound a slow and gradual path towards Koprust, eventually arriving in the capital city and taking on a slew of odd jobs, seemingly happy with working hard manual labour for minimal pay, simple food and somewhere dry to sleep. On those rare occasions that he was approached by those not intimated by his monstrous visage he was found to be polite, but distant, seemingly happy to nurse his ghosts in solitude. 

He eventually found himself working for the Abbott of the Temple of Clean Waters, a holy place that venerated Apollokeos , Lady of Dawn and New Beginnings. Gentle  quickly fell into life at the Temple, becoming a lay brother and settling in for what he imagined would be a life of quiet contemplation and honest labour. 

The God’s, it seemed, had other plans. 

He’d had nightmares for as long as he could remember, horrible and twisted visions from his past that tourtured him nightly without reprieve. However one night, when the horror had reached its zenith, he found salvation. The Lady Apollokeos visited him, in all her golden splendour, and explained that his redemption was in reach. She tasked him with joining the quest to find the Prince, and that through that labour he might just find the peace he so desperately desired. 

When Gentle awoke he thought the dream no more than that, the fantasy of a tired mind, but later that day he met a man who introduced himself as Minoas, the fabled absent father of the Minotaur race. Minoas reinforced Apollokeos commands, urging Gentle to join the quest before disappearing.

One visit from a God he could ignore. Two would have been pushing it. Collecting his belongings and making his farewells, he made his way towards thee castle.  [/indent]
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