CHARACTER INFORMATION:
Full Name: Drayle Graygaurd
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Birth date: July 23
Height: 15 hands
Weight: 1500 lbs/680 kg
Eye Color: Corn-flower Blue
Hair Color: Copper Red
Hide Color: Off-white
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CHARACTER DATA:
Occupation: Hired Help (Unlimited occupations)
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Universe of Origin: Trials Unending
Owner: Shira Judge
Class: Brawler
Strength: (Will be updated soon)
Weakness: Drayle has an issue with deep waters. If she is unable to plant her hooves firmly beneath her, she can't handle it.
Weapon of Choice: A large battle axe that belonged to her father.
(Similar to this but with wider blades and a skull attached to the front and back.)
Special Ability: (Will be updated soon)
Equipment: Drayle carries a small assortment of items on her:
✓tabHer father's battle axe
✓tabLeather armor (Example)
✓tabA brown, double-sided saddle bag
✓tabA hoof pick (In saddle bag)
✓tabA brush (In saddle bag)
✓tabA sharpening stone (In saddle bag)
✓tabA saddle blanket (In saddle bag)
Statistics:
- Physical Power: ●●●●●●□□□□
- Speed (Agility): ●●●●●●□□□□
- Stamina: ●●●●□□□□□□
- Energy (Ability Power): ●□□□□□□□□□
- Endurance: ●●●●●●●●□□
- Weapon Skill: ●●●●●●□□□□
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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:
Your Voice Actor: (Will be updated soon)
Your Song: An Innis Aigh
Personality: Drayle is a high-spirited and energetic creature that doesn't really stop smiling. She is always cracking jokes and acting like 'one-of-the-guys'. Whether she is working or in battle, she is always singing old songs that her father taught her.
Your Background: Born to the leader of the Graygaurd clan, battling was in her blood. Grayguard was a group of centaurs that were warriors. They constantly fought and trained as they were always at head with the minotaurs who resided in the same mountainous area.
As a young, scrawny filly, Drayle didn't follow well with the ways of her centaur kind. The women were the child-bearers and housekeepers, the gatherers and healers. They served the males of the clan. But the rambunctious child was always picking fights and starting races with the colts who were training. She desperately wanted to be a warrior too like her father. But because of her rebellious nature, she was considered a troublemaker among her people.
After years of trying to conform her to fit the role that all mares were supposed to fill, her father eventually gave up and began to take her out in secret and begin training her when she had reached her teenage years. She first learned the bow and arrow, the first weapon that all colts were supposed to learn in their training. Every day they trained and sparred with each other, singing old songs and laughing all the time.
At a very young age, the colts begin their training so that by the time they are adults they will have mastered all of the weapons and crafts necessary to be a perfect warrior. It usually takes them all of their childhood and teen years to reach that point. But for Drayle, despite having started her training many years later than the others, she was a complete natural and picked up the skills quickly.
She learned the bow, swords, halberds, and axes, leather-working, etc. Her father quickly made a warrior out of his daughter in only half the time that the clan normally invested into mass training the colts.
Less than a year later, the minotaurs began causing trouble for the clan once more. Her father made the announcement that they would be going to battle with the minotaurs once more in the valley and all able-bodied warriors come to his aid. Every male eagerly came to stand by him. His daughter had even come into the mix. At first, he denied her the right to battle beside him. She was much smaller than most of the stallions and she would be greatly injured. But after much argument and determination, Drayle won him over.
When the minotaurs and centaurs reached the battlefield, the centaurs realized that they were outnumbered this time. Their enemy had called for their brothers farther in the mountains. But they would fight. They always fought. This was their home too and they would die for it.
The battle was ugly; centaur blood ran more than it had every before. But because she was smaller and faster than her companions, dodging and escaping the minotaurs was not a challenge at all. Drayle fought long and hard beside her father until he was cut down by one of the larger minotaurs. Devastated and in shock, Drayle fell to her father who had died instantly. Their leader was gone. As the other centaurs continued to fight despite the death of their leader, she had to stop. She might has well have had her legs cut out from under her. In her shock, the same bull raised his weapon to slay her as well but her father trained her well and she took up his axe and let out a blood-curdling scream and she did cut the legs out from beneath the beast.
She went into a rage and took her father's axe, running through the battlefield and slicing the legs out from under her enemies. As she rampaged through, only the songs her father taught her could be heard above the noises of battle. Her voice was strong and her heart poured out as tears ran through the blood covering her face. She would avenge her father by winning this battle.
And the battle was won. But many were lost. Over half of their army was slaughtered and the field was covered in blood of minotaurs and centaurs alike. Amongst the bodies, Drayle stood by her father's corpse, singing softly to him. His axe was still in her hand, her grip never loosening. Her white fur and pale skin were covered in the blood of her father's enemies. The tears wouldn't stop coming. It seemed like hours had passed before she left her father's side to return home.
Not a word was said, but many showed their respect, or their hatred for her. It was obvious that many blamed her for her father's death while others were proud of her for avenging him. A new leader would be chosen however... The strongest of the warriors. She was not an option though, because she was a female.
Drayle stayed with the clan for only a few short weeks before she decided that it be best she moved on. With her father's axe strapped to her side. She did not say goodbye but she left singing the songs her father had taught her while they trained.
Full Name: Drayle Graygaurd
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Centaur
Birth date: July 23
Height: 15 hands
Weight: 1500 lbs/680 kg
Eye Color: Corn-flower Blue
Hair Color: Copper Red
Hide Color: Off-white
________________________________________________
CHARACTER DATA:
Occupation: Hired Help (Unlimited occupations)
Moral Alignment: Neutral
Universe of Origin: Trials Unending
Owner: Shira Judge
Class: Brawler
Strength: (Will be updated soon)
Weakness: Drayle has an issue with deep waters. If she is unable to plant her hooves firmly beneath her, she can't handle it.
Weapon of Choice: A large battle axe that belonged to her father.
(Similar to this but with wider blades and a skull attached to the front and back.)
Special Ability: (Will be updated soon)
Equipment: Drayle carries a small assortment of items on her:
✓tabHer father's battle axe
✓tabLeather armor (Example)
✓tabA brown, double-sided saddle bag
✓tabA hoof pick (In saddle bag)
✓tabA brush (In saddle bag)
✓tabA sharpening stone (In saddle bag)
✓tabA saddle blanket (In saddle bag)
Statistics:
- Physical Power: ●●●●●●□□□□
- Speed (Agility): ●●●●●●□□□□
- Stamina: ●●●●□□□□□□
- Energy (Ability Power): ●□□□□□□□□□
- Endurance: ●●●●●●●●□□
- Weapon Skill: ●●●●●●□□□□
________________________________________________
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:
Your Voice Actor: (Will be updated soon)
Your Song: An Innis Aigh
Personality: Drayle is a high-spirited and energetic creature that doesn't really stop smiling. She is always cracking jokes and acting like 'one-of-the-guys'. Whether she is working or in battle, she is always singing old songs that her father taught her.
Your Background: Born to the leader of the Graygaurd clan, battling was in her blood. Grayguard was a group of centaurs that were warriors. They constantly fought and trained as they were always at head with the minotaurs who resided in the same mountainous area.
As a young, scrawny filly, Drayle didn't follow well with the ways of her centaur kind. The women were the child-bearers and housekeepers, the gatherers and healers. They served the males of the clan. But the rambunctious child was always picking fights and starting races with the colts who were training. She desperately wanted to be a warrior too like her father. But because of her rebellious nature, she was considered a troublemaker among her people.
After years of trying to conform her to fit the role that all mares were supposed to fill, her father eventually gave up and began to take her out in secret and begin training her when she had reached her teenage years. She first learned the bow and arrow, the first weapon that all colts were supposed to learn in their training. Every day they trained and sparred with each other, singing old songs and laughing all the time.
At a very young age, the colts begin their training so that by the time they are adults they will have mastered all of the weapons and crafts necessary to be a perfect warrior. It usually takes them all of their childhood and teen years to reach that point. But for Drayle, despite having started her training many years later than the others, she was a complete natural and picked up the skills quickly.
She learned the bow, swords, halberds, and axes, leather-working, etc. Her father quickly made a warrior out of his daughter in only half the time that the clan normally invested into mass training the colts.
Less than a year later, the minotaurs began causing trouble for the clan once more. Her father made the announcement that they would be going to battle with the minotaurs once more in the valley and all able-bodied warriors come to his aid. Every male eagerly came to stand by him. His daughter had even come into the mix. At first, he denied her the right to battle beside him. She was much smaller than most of the stallions and she would be greatly injured. But after much argument and determination, Drayle won him over.
When the minotaurs and centaurs reached the battlefield, the centaurs realized that they were outnumbered this time. Their enemy had called for their brothers farther in the mountains. But they would fight. They always fought. This was their home too and they would die for it.
The battle was ugly; centaur blood ran more than it had every before. But because she was smaller and faster than her companions, dodging and escaping the minotaurs was not a challenge at all. Drayle fought long and hard beside her father until he was cut down by one of the larger minotaurs. Devastated and in shock, Drayle fell to her father who had died instantly. Their leader was gone. As the other centaurs continued to fight despite the death of their leader, she had to stop. She might has well have had her legs cut out from under her. In her shock, the same bull raised his weapon to slay her as well but her father trained her well and she took up his axe and let out a blood-curdling scream and she did cut the legs out from beneath the beast.
She went into a rage and took her father's axe, running through the battlefield and slicing the legs out from under her enemies. As she rampaged through, only the songs her father taught her could be heard above the noises of battle. Her voice was strong and her heart poured out as tears ran through the blood covering her face. She would avenge her father by winning this battle.
And the battle was won. But many were lost. Over half of their army was slaughtered and the field was covered in blood of minotaurs and centaurs alike. Amongst the bodies, Drayle stood by her father's corpse, singing softly to him. His axe was still in her hand, her grip never loosening. Her white fur and pale skin were covered in the blood of her father's enemies. The tears wouldn't stop coming. It seemed like hours had passed before she left her father's side to return home.
Not a word was said, but many showed their respect, or their hatred for her. It was obvious that many blamed her for her father's death while others were proud of her for avenging him. A new leader would be chosen however... The strongest of the warriors. She was not an option though, because she was a female.
Drayle stayed with the clan for only a few short weeks before she decided that it be best she moved on. With her father's axe strapped to her side. She did not say goodbye but she left singing the songs her father had taught her while they trained.
