--- At A Glance ---
Name: Gorik Fiendmaw
Age: 30-ish, human year equivalent.
Race: Striped Gnoll
Gender: Male
Specialisation: Basher-of-Things. Brick wall made of meat.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Orientation: Straight
Dom/Sub: Switch
Height: 8' flat.
Body Shape: Powerlifter, refrigerator.

--- Appearance ---
Gorik's undoubtedly a hyena, albeit a rather rare one. While most of his bretheren boast a golden-brown pelt with a handful of spots here and there, Gorik's appearance isn't that of the typical Spotted Hyena; oh no, he's an ever elusive Striped Hyena.

He's covered head to toe in a shaggy, winter-weight pelt that he does his best to keep clean and groomed that's got that thick, cloudy kind of feeling one might expect from a wolf's pelt. A pale, tan-grey colour covers most of his body, growing lighter and lighter the closer his fur comes to his extremities; and on top of that, he boasts a series of thick, blotchy stripes that leave a trail down his back, over his arms and on his outer thighs.

Gorik's outward appearance. Smoothed by a modest amount of chub and his fuzzy pelt alike, the yeen's true physique is woefully hidden. Hibernating away beneath his belly is the raw, powerful physique of a powerlifter; someone less inclined toward any form of cardio, and more built for lifting heavy shit. And that's exactly what he does to cultivate such a powerful form, and yet.. the siren song of pizza, chips and dark liquor is far, far too strong. Besides, that extra padding makes him real nice to cuddle with.

Name a more iconic duo than a Hyena and enough piercings to keep the TSA up at night. That's right, you probably can't. Judging by the sheer amount of metal in his face, Gorik's obviously a sucker for punishment.

--- Personality ---
Conversely, Gorik's personality is fairly standard for a Gnoll. He's rough, he's brutish, he doesn't speak common so good, and he speaks with a snarl thick enough to cut through. But the beast has acclimated to a life in the city, despite his barbaric-looking armour - he keeps himself clean, brushed, and despite the scowl near permanently etched into his muzzle, he's fairly polite. He's just blunt. To that effect, that gruff exterior isn't particularly difficult to break through, to find the marshmallow beneath. It's as simple as bringing him treats.

The beast works as a fighter-for-hire, leveraging his race's innate combat prowess to scrape a few coins together here and there. He's not a man that craves an affluent life, just enough coin to eat good food and to drink fancy liquor. Ultimately, it's that hedonistic drive that pushes him forward; always chasing the next thrill, the next big payout, the next feast. So for as content as the Gnoll is to hang out amidst polite society, it's hard for him to leave behind the Gnollish tenants of conquest-- it's just that his idea of conquest has shifted to something a little more attainable, in polite society.

--- Lights (/c/Vedmya) ---
WHITE: All Things Anal (G), Oral (G/R) Size Difference, Groping, Gaping, Anthros, Monsters, Dragons, Oral Vore / Endosoma, One-on-One Encounters, Females, Magic and the Misuse Thereof.

GREEN: Vaginal (G), Vanilla, Romance and Cutesy Stuff, Dirty Talking, Teasing, Crimes and Criminal Mischief, non-sexual RP.

YELLOW: More Monsterous Monsters, Corruption, Soft Digestion.

RED: Noncon, Mind Control, Bathroom Stuff, Violence, the Undead, Humans / Humanoids, Males, Hermaphrodites, and everything else that goes against server rules.

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