Post by Maurick on Nov 21, 2010 0:46:23 GMT -5
-Name-
Maurick (The Softhoof) of the Roothoof Tribe
(( Màurick in game))
-Eyes-
Sky Blue
-Race-
Tauren
-Height-
8'9"
-Weight-
379lbs.
-Age-
56
Thick, course ebony fur covers his body from head to hoof. Not exactly dirty, but definitely not as clean as an elf. It's quite true that this Tauren seems worse for wear. Getting on in his years, he has a look of deep determination. Whether it's the distant gaze of his eyes or the scars that could be seen through his fur, there is an air of experience around him. Though he was rather slim for most Tauren, it didn't appear to affect his speed or strength when he moved.
If one were close enough, or keen enough, the scent of the soil could be smelled clinging to his fur, along with small hints of medicinal herbs.
His voice was ofter soft spoken, though deep as the canyons of was raised. There was sometimes a hint of pain when he speaks of the past.
Broken horns are the first that most would notice, snapped near the base, never fully growing back to their former glory. (Present in both Cat and Bear form as well) Bright sky blue eyes were like shining stars admits the midnight of his fur. Various vines would twine themselves through the braids of his hair and beard, as well as a large bronze ring sealed through his nose.
Without a shirt, a large Horde Emblem is burned to the left pec of his chest, scarred over and free of all hair.
Maurick (The Softhoof) of the Roothoof Tribe
(( Màurick in game))
-Eyes-
Sky Blue
-Race-
Tauren
-Height-
8'9"
-Weight-
379lbs.
-Age-
56
Thick, course ebony fur covers his body from head to hoof. Not exactly dirty, but definitely not as clean as an elf. It's quite true that this Tauren seems worse for wear. Getting on in his years, he has a look of deep determination. Whether it's the distant gaze of his eyes or the scars that could be seen through his fur, there is an air of experience around him. Though he was rather slim for most Tauren, it didn't appear to affect his speed or strength when he moved.
If one were close enough, or keen enough, the scent of the soil could be smelled clinging to his fur, along with small hints of medicinal herbs.
His voice was ofter soft spoken, though deep as the canyons of was raised. There was sometimes a hint of pain when he speaks of the past.
Broken horns are the first that most would notice, snapped near the base, never fully growing back to their former glory. (Present in both Cat and Bear form as well) Bright sky blue eyes were like shining stars admits the midnight of his fur. Various vines would twine themselves through the braids of his hair and beard, as well as a large bronze ring sealed through his nose.
Without a shirt, a large Horde Emblem is burned to the left pec of his chest, scarred over and free of all hair.
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