"And in that time of darkness,

Man became Beast.

And Beast became Man."


Before you, it stands.
A quarter ton of muscle, horn and promised misery. A colossus of chaos and strife, thrust into existence on the sordid wings of malevolent ideals and perverted lust for power.

The features of its face resemble the features of a man whose countenance has been melted off of bone; only to be poured into the crude mold of an animal mask. All the features of a human are there, but they are twisted and contorted with animalistic crudity.

The eyes of the beast are two pools of red set in black sclera. They carry the distinct sheen of intelligence inside of them, but something about them speaks also of suffering. Of something behind the beast's eyes being horrified by its own place in this world. By the discord it sows and the suffering it reaps.

Its neck is a tree trunk carved from flesh and skin. It's equally sizeable carotid arteries telegraphing the feral whims of emotion rushing with its blood. Below is his chest; defined by broad shoulders and pectorals solid as granite. A proudly jutting cliff of walking terror. His abdominal muscles are similarly defined. Similar to cruel carvings in marble at the hand of some demented artist.

Two pillar-like legs carry its weight. Digitigrade shins clad in matted fur angle down to meet cloven hooves. Sinew and muscle shifting and twitching under sooty and reddish skin. Wherever it finds itself, it never seems at ease.



[GREEN] Chaos, bedlam
[YELLOW] Normality
[RED] Order, peace

Naagdur doesn't like being told what to do. But his player doesn't mind a tell or two.