Atop his mighty white horns hang many necklaces, tinkling and clinkling int eh sunlight. Made of gold silver and bronze he keeps them tied tightly to his horns, trohpies he says of his youth. Set about his bovine septum is a mithril nosehoop. A grin is generally found on his face. Loud and obnoxious the deep basso voice rumbles like someone gargling gravel. This is due to a trio fo scars that run horizontal across the beasts neck. Each a deep old wound that by rights should have felled him each time. Either too stubborn or proud to die he still lives on.

Over his herculena framesits slabs of tectonic muscule coated ina  clean dark brown hide whos only flaws are the slave-scars and battle wounds hes collected. Atop this are his prized Thayvian tatoo's. Pulsng with powerful magic these scrolling works of art glow a luminous golden color that occasionalyl nova and flare when his emotions are aroused. The only clothing he wears is the wide leather belt

Cole readily speaks of his time as a Slave Gladiator in the desert realm of Thay. Experimented on, Tatooed to become a vicious combatant, he eventually won his freedom by slaughtering his captors and fleeing the Realms. Ages past and he eventually set foot onto the planes.

ReDs: Pedo/Gore/Scat, you know the drill.
Greens: Everything under the sun and moon. If you got an RP idea, shoot me a tell. ERP, RP, Ludicrous things. Ill RP with anyone.