Nora Shardhoof

A large, powerfully built female Highland cow based minotaur.

Description:

Nora is a large female minotaur. Her breeding strongly resembles a highland cow. In that she has broad upward curving horns. Though not as large as a males, and her body is covered in thick slightly curly brown fur. Including her bangs which hang down in front of her eyes, obscuring others view of her eyes, though it doesn’t seem to impede her ability to see.
She is tall, at about 7 and a half feet. And built like wall of muscle.. though that is not terribly uncommon among minotaurs, she stands out quite a bit among the smaller folk.

Nora is generally rather friendly though is prone to having a short temper if its been awhile since she had a drink. She’s quite fond of drink and getting drunk, though that rarely happens..it takes alot to get a minotaur drunk and she has rarely had the coin to afford it!
Nora has a good heart though, despite her short temper and really does try to do good, though frequently has trouble doing so. She feels guilty when she has to kill things, that don’t have a choice in the fighting, and would much rather run creatures such as goblins and kobolds off through intimidation than killing.

She typically is seen wearing her armor, Some standard chainmail, over a leather jerkin around town, neither stand out much, but when she is relaxing, she prefers to wear simple cloths, and is rather fond of the traditional toga worn by minotaur females, though she’s taken to just wearing shirts since most people in the “civilized” lands don’t take kindly to her exposed breast when in the Toga. Which she finds rather annoying!

Bio:

Nora was born and raised on a small island situated a good distance from the rest of the minotaur empire. Though like most minotaur, she was fiercely loyal to the lord and the shaman.
As she grew up though, despite being groomed for a position in the military, given her impressive sparring and practice combat records. She was set to join as soon as she was of age.

She grew bored with life among her kin. Not that she did not love them, but, she wanted to see more of the world. So she opted to be branded an exile. The brand is, quite literal, and is right above her left rumpcheek. Though it is a self imposed exile, so she is still welcome to visit her kin, but she cannot live among them anymore. It was her choice and she will have to live the life she chose.

Still.. she has no regrets.. and has taken to adventuring, around human lands of late. And has joined a few powerful adventuring groups as a helper on occasion, cutting her teeth, so to speak.
She did fairly well, at least well enough that she didn’t die in the first few journeys..and every once in awhile, off on her own.

Still.. she has no regrets.. and has taken to adventuring, around human lands of late. And has joined a few powerful adventuring groups as a helper on occasion, cutting her teeth, so to speak.
She did fairly well, at least well enough that she didn’t die in the first few journeys..and every once in awhile, off on her own.During her trips alone she has met some interesting creatures and, made friends with some of the beasts that would normally be hostile, simply because she isn’t human. She learned that, they aren’t the bloodthirsty creatures that they are made out to be and..she did feel alot of guilt for the ones she had slew already. Sometimes they don’t have a choice, trapped between a rock and a hard place, defending the last bits of land they have…or slaves to a stronger beast. Or any number of things. But rarely is it just because they want to kill the townsfolk.
So..she will opt for a peaceful solution if one can be found.

Nora Shardhoof

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