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Name:
Khaz the Guard-Goat
Race:
Beastman (AKA. Mutant Human)
Appearance:
Standing over seven feet tall on cloven hooves, Khaz tends to draw the eye and a fair few muttered prayers of protection under the breaths of more... devoted religious people. A humanoid goat in appearance, Khaz is quite clearly physically imposing with the well honed muscles and scars of someone who has spent their whole life fighting battle after battle. His horns are sharp and well taken care of, through never polished enough to shine. His fur is messy and often unkempt, the only attention that it is ever given is the occasional bath to prevent himself from smelling too horrible and the occasional trim to prevent it from getting in the way.
Age:
16
Former Profession:
Hired Muscle
Skill:
Living Bulwark: When one is born cursed and reviled by many of those around you, you must either become incredibly hard to kill or die. Khaz is the former, his body easily strong enough to withstand quite a fair bit of punishment.
Strong Fighter: There is a stereotype of the 'monsterous' beastmen that all of them are physically powerful and good at fighting. This is a misunderstanding; There are weak, more scholarly beastmen... They just tend not to survive till adulthood.
Stealthy: One would think that a large humanoid goat would be difficult to miss; There are quite a few bodies in the slums that never lived to learn otherwise.
Personality:
Violent and angry at the world that hates him, Khaz is not the first person that comes to mind when they picture a member of the city guard; despite this he honestly desired to join up and to the vexing of many he has never actually explained why. Born and raised in the slums, Khaz has seen more soul crushing, harrowing sights in the shadows that anyone really has any right to bare witness to and yet he remains unbroken by it. Khaz processes both a brutal cunning and a cunning brutality combined a willingness to use both in order to get the job done and come home alive.
History:
Despite what the Mage Guild says, Magic has unintended consequences on the world. No one knows exactly how it happens or why due to the Mage Guild refusing to even acknowledge the problem and any independent researcher looking into it tends to disappear without a trace along with their notes, but there is a degree of raw, magical fallout in the world caused by the practiced usage of magic. While this fallout of magic has numerous effects on the world, its most visible is seen in the birth of the 'beastmen', children born to human parents mutated as some kind of humanoid animal. Condemned as cursed by the gods, many of these children are abandoned in dangerous places to die and in the natural course of things, most do.
Some don't.
Khaz was born in the city of Kings Knell, his goat like mutations complicating the birth and resulting in the death of his biological mother, with his biological father abandoned him in the middle of the night in the slums soon afterwards. However Khaz was found by a passing member of the Blood Maul gang, who recognized in the young infant a great deal of potential. Raised by his adoptive father Dakka, Khaz received the best education that the slums had to offer... the art of shit kicking.
When he was old enough to walk and understand, Khaz was taught by Dakka how to fight, how to take a beating and how to avoid being seen on an almost daily basis due to the man's drinking habit making him... ill tempered. The almost daily circle of abuse continued until Khaz was ten years old, when he interrupted a drunken beating by soaking his face right in the face and knocking him the hell out. Unwilling to stay in the same building as his old man anymore, Khaz left home.
Work wasn't hard to come by, since even at his young age he was rather big, strong and scary looking; Marking him as perfect hired muscle to those that would hire him for whatever ends they required. While he embraced his talents of brute force and honed his cunning, Khaz quickly found the mercenary life he was living rather... unsatisfying. He felt the strong desire to belong to a herd and while he could have joined one of the countless gangs that would have killed to have someone as strong as he was, none of them felt like they would be home...
He was an outcast in the world...
... And like all outcasts do sooner or later, he found the City Guard.