Komar ZhiGhumir

[Komar ZhiGhumir]

So let me ask

Name: Komar ZhiGhumir
Age: 32 (Roughly 16-17 in human years)
Gender: Male
Species: Centaur
Race/Breed: Caucasian/Orlov Trotter
Affiliation: Unaligned


Something's getting in the way

Height: 16.2hh at withers, 7'8" at head.
Coat/Hair Color: Bay
Eye Color: Hazel
Overall Appearance:
Equine
Because he is at his adolescent stage of life, Komar is rather disproportional by any human standard. His equine half has come to full development with thick, upright shoulders, a broad chest, a deep girth and a long, straight back. Matching his mane of brown hair, the boy's bay coat is rather shaggy and dull from lack of care. However, his once thick tail has been docked, leaving a stump of 3 inches with a few thick hairs. Long, muscular legs sport large hooves, something typical of his family bloodlines. Having lived around domestic horses for some of his life, Komar does sport iron shoes, much to his disapproval.

Human
Still growing in his upper half, Komar does not seem to match his four furry legs. His chest and arms are rather undeveloped for his age, reflected in his disproportionately large, four-fingered hands. Despite this, the boy's face has started to take the shape of what it will be in full maturity. A flat nose has taken up occupation in the middle of his face, something not uncommon to his father's side. A wide, moderate mouth is usually found shut, Komar's upper lip a shade darker than the lower one. The boy possesses a pair of large, hazel eyes, the pupils elliptical. A pair of furry, horse-like ears grow where human ears would normally grow, muscles around the jaw allowing for some movement. Shaggy brown hair hangs only to Komar's chin as it would otherwise become irritating.


I will try to find my place

Likes:
+ Galloping
+ Oats
+ Warmth
+ Rolling
Dislikes:
- Horseshoes
- Being compared to a horse
- Human society
- Centaur stereotypes
- Alcohol
Fears:
* Wolves
* Snakes
* Harnesses
* Death
Overall Personality:
Komar, to put it bluntly, does not like humans. He finds the two legged creatures narrow-minded and judgmental, much to his irritation. More than once they have compared him to a horse which he finds most insulting. While he has nothing against a horse, to compare him with one would be like comparing a human and a monkey. Another thing about them is their society. It differs quite a lot to the one he was born to, which is very similar to that of wild horse herds. The idea that one person could be more important than another is scandalous in his mind. Each and every individual has an equally important part in life, serving each other. Or so is Komar's opinion on the matter.

Atypical to centaur stereotypes, Komar has a distaste for wine and other alcoholic substances. He does not find it in himself to kidnap human women either. In fact, Komar prefers solitude to company, much like a fabled legend his father once told him about as a foal. Much like any teen, he longs to lead a life of adventure, to follow the footsteps - or hoof prints in this case - of his idol. Really, it comes down to wanting a place in the world, to know where he belongs. Of course, also being a proud creature, Komar won't admit it to himself, yet alone to anyone else.


As I burn another page

Sire: Wer ZhiGhumir
Dam: Ycul Oyopix
Brothers: N/A
Sisters: N/A
Tribe: N/A, rogue
Overall History:
It was on a stormy, midsummer's night when a small centaur was brought into the world. He was named Komar.

Born to an older centaur, Komar was brought up with the older centaurian traditions and ideas. His father was an old stallion who had been driven from his former tribe, as was bound to happen some time or another. As his mother had died during birth, the old man had to raise his son alone. And so, for the first two decades of his life, Komar lived with his father in forested areas as centaurs naturally did.

But being an old centaur with a youngling was hard on Wer. Eventually they moved within the reach of civilization so that food and shelter was no longer so hard to come by. It was here that Komar acquired his dislike for humans and horseshoes. While his father pulled plows and did other hard labor, Komar took to books. It was this interest that became the basis for a friendship with a local magician's apprentice. Despite his dislike for humans, Komar found an exception.

The centaurling was talented in wild magic, but soon abandoned his friend's teachings when he grew frustrated with the harder spells. To occupy his mind, Komar soon turned to fighting as many young boys do when puberty dawns. This was intercepted early by his father, the old man placing in his son's hands an old polearm instead. He set the boy in a small clearing with a few props and let the testosterone flow.

Recently, Wer sent his son out, telling him he was old enough to support himself in the world. So with what little belongings he possessed, Komar set out into the world to find his place in the world.

Weapons:
-A large, double blade pole-arm
-A hunter's knife

[Tiy Lockheart]

Accepted! =)

Go ahead and start posting! I am interested in seeing this character in RP!

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~Tiy Memnon