The minotaur is a beast wrapped in myth and legend; valiant heroes would sail, ride or fly out to some misbegotten hellhole of a dwelling, navigate a poorly constructed maze and slay the poor, defensive bull-men who were probably overjoyed at the first shred of company that wasn't an ungrateful, scantily clad princess.

Naturally, this gives modern minotaurs something of an aversion to knights, mysterious old women making vague predictions, golden apples and anything more complicated to navigate than a broad, straight street. Still, there are exceptions, and Miltiades has a distinctly unfazeable air to him that suggests that while he isn't the best equipped to to lounge around in the pleasure-dens of Sinifer, he's going to give it a damn good try.

As tall and burly as you might expect from his kinsmen, Militiades is ubiquitously covered in a fine down of brown fur that thickens considerable somewhere around the knees of his digitrade legs. Devoid of nose rings, horn-studs and other typical acoutrements, he cuts something of a basic, primitive figure, wearing whatever cloth and leather garb he can successfully wear without them being torn to shreds by the fetching but inconvenient horns sprouting from his temples. Long, black hair is remarkably fine and soft, his hooves kept relatively free from stones and bottomed by ironwood horseshoes.

- Kinky Stuff -

Tell-friendly, fond of both spontaneous and pre-planned scenes. Lights are the usual. Player is hard to offend and will tolerate all manner of cow jokes.