"We're all technically half-centaur, they jus' fucked it up with me."

{Haepheron}

The heavy impact of hooves heralds the approach of this enormous equine figure, some hulking barbarian spat from the beastlands, manifest before your eyes. Truely, not the most alien of denizens in a land such as this, but none-the-less his time spent upon that morphic plane has altered the man once known as Haepheron beyond all recognition.

A pair of scarlet eyes gaze around him as he moves, his night-black mane left long and shire-like to wisp across his hulking neck and harass his eyes with wisps of hair. His face, is quite literally that of a horse, once regal human features twisted by the primal pulse of the chaotic wildlands into a stallion's own.
His form is hulking, as if a man was spun with a draft horse in some bestial spool, to produce a figure of rippling muscle, fur and sinew. Muscles pull tight beneath hide-like skin, body coated with a short carpet of deep-brown fur.
Trunk-like thighs propel equally impressive legs in long, loping strides. Hooves thunder when his pace picks up to send him roaming in great bounds where he wills. Arms bulge as they heft whatever load he bares; it would be safe to presume that what Haepheron lacks in grace, he makes up for in power.
His attire is simple, almost scant adorned with what jewelry has survived his metamorphosis.

{Obligatory Crotch Chapter}

Heavy between his massive thighs, sags a pouch of cocoanut sized balls. Their hairless, leathery enclosure often pulled taut around thier virile bulk. Swinging, and bouncing between his thighs with each hoof-clop.
Above, a fat leathery sheath swings, hiding away an equine shaft who's proportions would be quite literally stallion-like. Suffice to say; elves may find themselves troubled by the simple logistics of accomodating such a girthy spire.
A vulgar, virile musk threatens the sensabilities of those little scent-whores amoungst you, inviting the most bold to plunge their twitching little noses into the crease betwixt those hefty cum-tanks, and drink deeply of the primal vapours.


{OOC and Lights}

Warning: Contains Horse Meat

Suffice to say, if you don't like anthromorphic characters; this guy isn't for you.

All the usual things concerning a large partner in ERP will tend to live here. Though this is a game, so we can forgo a touch of realism for the absurd on occasion. Scenes may include: Big Equine Cock, Big Equine Balls, Large Insersions, Heavy Cum Play, Stretching/Gaping, Breathplay, Loss of Control, Barbarian Rage (As Class Feature), Pinning/Holding, Clapping Cheeks, Fuckmarks and Bruises, Lasting Aches and Loose Holes.