|||EOH NPC/STOCK CHARACTER||| ||Use and adjust as needed|| Name: Gawain Caldebrand Race: Human/Okami Racial Traits: Humanity and Awoo Sex: Male Face: Masculine Height: Amazonian Bust: Flat Butt: Masculine Hips and Thighs: Masculine Fitness: Ripped Skin Tone: Fair Hair Color: Blonde Eyes: Blue Age: Early 30s FMSU: Everhard Buckets of Cum Hyperfertility Race Modifications: Monster Mash Ubermensch Big Boi Mofu Mofu Claws Gawain's a big muscled bastard, nearly 2.5 times the size of any normal man. His mug, well it ain't no better for a fight, but it's a handsome one nonetheless, to say nothing of his carefully groomed moustache. And the hair don't stop there! His chest looks more like a damn bear's than a man's, a right behemoth! Under the Table: Biggus Dickus P*rn Physics Spawn Point: Aria EOH Count: 10k Afterlife: Lahash Respawn Timer: One month Death/Deity Modifiers: Corrupted Vision A Most Terrible Fate Judgement Proficiencies: Combat V Strength III Endurance IV Agility III Durability IV Alchemy II Banes: Resting Smug Face Ne Metagaming Duel With the Devil Water to Wine Exhibitionist Masculinity Masochist Sadist Calamity Magnet The Fool The Chivalrous Size King Mark of Failure High Threat Hephaestus' Curse Rape Instinct Boons: Permanence Man Portions Face Me Hammerspace Inventory Unbreakable Mind Unbreakable Will Final Journey Auxiliary Systems Bio-Immortal Regeneration Hero x2 Demon Lord Ooga Booga Max Charisma Style is Everything Voodoo Items: Solar Charger Runman There are many who have contemplated the nature of man, whether to love, or to war, to think or feel. And then there is Gawain, the natural expression of a man. He likes to fight, and he likes to fuck. Sometimes both at once. Dropped in Aria, he joined the monks, who hoped to fashion him into a calm warrior; instead, he simply became a more dangerous beast in combat, often eating mushrooms or downing potions to work himself into a violent, lustful frenzy. He eschews usage of weapons, instead preferring to beat and grapple his opponents into submission. Sometimes, he likes to dress in sparse leather, oil himself up, and partake in pankration, what he views as the truest test of strength. Rather, he doesn't like clothes much at all. You would know him by his bearlike appearance, sporting nothing but a loincloth and a few leather straps, placed seemingly at random. If anything, he wears more for the pankration than normal. Despite his violent and lustful behavior, he is well-spoken, eloquent enough to inspire his opponent to give it their all. Indeed, he desires nothing more than a good fight followed by a good fuck, and he is more than capable of convincing the riff-raff and the occasional worthy opponent to those ends. Such is the whiplash between his berserker-like nature and polite, almost soft-spoken nature he betrays while drinking the night away at the tavern that people have taken to calling him a werewolf. His occasional howls at the moons do him no favors there.