Rile the Centaur

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Personals

Name: Rile Stillwork

Age: 45 years

Gender: Male

Race: Centaur

Commonly Known

Hails From: Temarra

Ranking: Warrior

Weapons: None but what he was brought into the world with.

Abilities: None, he's surprisingly untalented.

Companions: None, except his shadow.

Occupation: None, currently, but is always looking. He has a colorful past of occupations, however.

A Visual

Appearance: His body is magnificent, a true beast of his race. His shoulders' tallest point is at 6 feet, and from there, where the horse neck might be, his secondary, human body branches off. His figure is a perfect representation of the male Centaur. His back is straight, carrying himself with natural dignity and pride, holding the nobility of his race with every step he carries. The human part of his body is bigger than that or the normal human body, as it must match up with a horse's trunk area. If he were to be human, with what he has for a human body, he would probably stand at 8 feet tall and look normal muscularly, and bone structurally. His horse body alone would represent the perfect stallion, as well.

The coat of fur that covers the horse portion of his body is jet black, and pretty unoriginal. His tail matches it all, his hooves do not stand out from his body, other than being freakishly large. He does not have a mane, as his human body starts before the hair of the mane would. His skin color stands out oddly from his horse coat, because it is a tanned Caucasian-looking type of skin. His human body, like his horse body, would represent the ideal male body. It has muscle tone without looking ridiculous, or superficial, great posture, wide shoulders, the works. His hands, like his hooves, are rather huge, and cannot handle things very easily. They are rather clumsy instruments, making him shy away from anything that seems fragile.

His face is that of a normal male, human face, except it is larger. His nose is sharp, but doesn't stand out from his face, really. His lips are small, and are usually relaxed in a line. His eyes are an unoriginal brown color with no specifically beautiful figures in it, but he doesn't really mind it. He's heard of people with amazing eyes, but doesn't care to be part of it. His eyebrows are thick, but really suit his face. On anyone else they might have looked too big, too angled, but for him they cast both a 'sweet, shy' side and an 'aggressive, hotheaded' side. His hair makes up for the mane that his horse counterpart lacks. It is just past shoulder length, and is jet black just like his eyebrows and horse half. He has a habit of brushing it straight back with his hands, but it often falls down by his face. He also tosses it back, like a horse would, but he doesn't notice when he does this.

Personality: Not too many people know who Rile is, and what he is really like. He isn't too open with himself around strangers, and often throws up his guard as soon as he meets someone new. It usually takes a few days or weeks before he is comfortable enough to share his true thoughts, feelings, and personality.

Rile is a very soft soul. He is more artistically based than an actual warrior that he should be, even though he cannot do anything 'artistic', such as painting, drawing, singing, sculpting, or story telling. You could call him spiritual, even though he doesn't particularly believe in an afterlife. He is a confused person, and is not quite sure what he believes in, even after all his years of life. He is still very young for a centaur, considered a young adult, really, so it's alright for him to be confused about life and his place in the world.

History: Rile was born into a very proud family of Centaurs. His grandfather, a black stallion Centaur, was an infamous ambassador of death in the army. His father, a black stallion, was a shockingly strong warrior. Even his mother's side of the family held pure warrior blood. His mother was a steel grey Centaur, with distant noble blood. Her name was Memorie. His father's name was Gryf, and his Grandfather's name was Rukkus. Over the years of his parent's time together, they had tried again and again at producing offspring, but had failed many times. Once they borne a daughter, but she disappeared at a very young age without a trace. She was oddly colored; mostly black with silver markings on her hind quarters, and a streak of silver in her hair. Then Rile was born, holding the same colors as his father and grandfather. Rukkus, thinking his wife had given him the warrior he had always wanted, was eager to raise his son.

Unfortunately, even at a young age Rile didn't seem to be interested in weapons. The only time he would train was when his father would force him to, and even then he hated every moment of it. He'd rather be prancing around the forest, chasing butterflies, inspecting a snail, or playing with the few friends he had. That was very unlike his father. Really, he took after his mother personality-wise. She didn't mind, but would have rathered someone her husband could be proud of. Rile was the one getting picked on by the bigger boys, getting beaten up. He was also slow to grow and mature, but once he was fully grown he turned out quite exceptionally.

Now, thanks to his father, he could hold his own against a regular beast, or an untrained sparrer. His size, stature, speed, and strength come in handy a lot when he fights, even if he only scares them off or pretends to be good at fighting. Weapons are lost on him, though. He'd be more likely to hurt himself with a sword than the enemy. Since he was 20 years old, but a colt in the eyes of the Centaurs, his father forced him out of the herd for being weak, and not proper material for someone they would like to represent them. Since then Memorie and Rukkus have continued trying for another child, one that will, hopefully, turn out better.

Since getting kicked out, Rile has wandered around the place, doing his best to survived. He made money doing jobs here and there, but never really finding a place that suited him. All he really needs is an adventure to kick him into gear.