It is not a sight one easily forgets, for the appearance of Kelec in this land of Helovia is far from common. A blend, a hybrid, a freak of nature indeed, a centaur is bound to draw attention wherever he might wander. And yet, it is not only the peculiar conformation that draw the eye. The coloration of the stud, the man, the half-beast is spectacular and impressive - someone more familiar with his unusual apparition might even go as far as to call it breathtaking.

The lower part of his body is that of a large horse's heavy bulk. Drawing influence from so many breeds that it is next to impossible to say what he most resembles, the mutt have the weight and sturdiness of a light draft, but with the flexibility of something far lighter and more dexterous. The coat is shiny and even, slightly thicker and longer than the average horse thus offering a softness to the deep red chestnut pelt, a velvet shimmer not all that different from that of smoldering embers in a burned out fireplace. Faint rings of a darker hue dapple the flanks and shoulders, and just above each hoof a thin ring of white colors the coronet and lightens the thick feathers that almost hide the heavy tanned hooves.

As one searches up along the body and come to the shoulders however, the resemblance to a horse abruptly ends. Where a sturdy neck should begin to curve in a proud arch, a torso instead erupts from the bulky flesh. Toned in earthen hues and darkened further from a lifetime beneath the sun it rises and forms the upper body of a creature few horses have laid eyes on, a shape most closely resembling that of the elusive elven kin that some might have come across. Kelec is thicker in built than the elves however. Beneath the smooth skin thick muscles ripple with each movement, presenting a vision of strength and endurance that doesn't diminish despite the presence of several scars.

The face of the centaur would perhaps seem flat to true horses and foreign to both human and elf. It is broad and angled with a slightly flat yet straight wide nose, deeply set ice-blue eyes beneath a noble forehead and enhanced by the sharp, accentuated cheekbones. It is a determined face framed by a waterfall of crimson hair, a veritable mane where braids and dreadlocks mingle with loose locks that fall down shoulders and back to the middle of the waist. Amulets, feathers and beads are tied into it, each worn with proud and carrying meaning only the owner knows - a secret kept behind the slow smile of the broad mouth, as securely guarded by ample lips as the strong ivory teeth that only burst forth in exuberant displays of anger or mirth.

Finally, slithering across the strong arms from the palm of long fingered hands, around the underarms and up on the back of the shoulders are black tattoos in shape of intricate lines, elegantly twisting and turning around one another before joining around a tribal sun centered just in the middle of the shoulders. It is mostly hidden by a long sleeveless leather vest that ties loosely over the chest, a garment holding many pockets filled with practical things.

Kelec is not a pushover. He might prefer to mind his own business and stay out of the politics of other races as a general rule, but if he wants something he is not afraid of stepping up to do what it takes to claim it. His patience is lacking and the centaur can be both short and unfriendly in his speech, but even though a hot temper might flare up easily he is quick to forgive and doesn't hold grudges.

Like most of his race he is deeply attached to nature. It isn't uncommon to find him roving the deep forests singing softly to the trees or surrounded by animals of all kinds, offering what help and aid they might need. A generous heart beats within the swarthy chest and he is quick to accept both camaraderie and trust.

Mother: Karena, disappeared
Father: Falmach, deceased
Offspring: None

Kelec was born during springtime in a large vale to the far east, in one of the ancient homes of his race. Raised by his mother as his father died when he was very young, he was loved and cared for and missed very little in terms of food, comfort and friendship. Life was easy in the vale, the centaurs upheld a peaceful civilization centered around agriculture and the flow of the seasons. In spring they tilled the earth and sowed seeds, harvested what the forest and fields provided of herbs and greens and eggs. Summertime came with thriving wildlife, rich catches of fish from the rivers and berries, and fall brought gifts of barley and wheat, oats and corn to last them during the long, dark winters. No wars raged close enough to be a concern, no dispute was so severe that blood was shed - it was a peaceful nation, a safe haven where everyone was welcome.

But that kind of life grew tedious for the young colt. He had always been drawn to the stories and legends told by the hearth during raging winter storms, always dreamed of traveling to distant lands, learning new customs and indulging himself in the excitement he felt life should offer him.

And so, by the time he reached 20 years of age, he packed a bag and left his home despite the wishes of his mother and elders. For a year he traveled the mountains, the plains, exploring the secrets that the world had to offer. A year he was away, and then he felt he ought to return home for a visit, to see how his mother was faring and tell his friends of the things he had learned. Expectantly he traveled the well known path to the hidden vale, crossed the river that marked the border of his home and ran up onto the hill where the shelter stood, the one where his heart remained...

But it was empty, as was the vale. He searched for a full day, and a week after that, and days and weeks following upon that. Increasingly desperate and confused Kelec turned his home upside down in search for the beloved, but there was no trace of them anywhere. The buildings crafted by skilled hands stood like they always did, the fields grew ripe and lush as always, the air was clean and the water fresh... But his friends and family was gone and with them all the centaurs he had ever met - as though swallowed up by the very earth.

One year he remained in that empty city, alone yet determined to await their return. But as the seasons came and passed it became clear to him that wherever they had gone, whatever it was that happened, they would not return. And so, as the spring arrived and marked his twenty-second year in the world, Kelec took the things he needed and left the place he had once called home - suspecting, without knowing for certain, whether he would ever meet another kin again in his life.

Birdsong year 3

:: Walk to the Sun :: Kelec finds himself in a strange new land where the sun rises after a long time of darkness. Stumbled upon by d'Artagnan, he accepts an invitation to try and join the Aurora Basin.
:: A Merciless Place :: Arriving at the Basin, the centaur enjoys the sight of the valley and hopes to be accepted by the unicorn herd.
:: Stranger in a Strange land :: Before he knows what the answer of the unicorns will be, Kelec answers the call of nature and spends a day hunting. Later that night he ends up sharing his meal with a starving wolf and his company with a stray stallion.
Tallsun year 3

:: Strong hands, gentle hands :: After being welcomed into the Basin, Kelec makes himself comfortable and plans great things for his new home.
:: Symphony in the Sea ::Kelec travels south and happens upon a gathering of horses, transfixed by a musical display from the Earth God.
:: Down by the river side ::On a hot late summers day the centaur walks by the Thistle River cleaning out his traps, when he comes across an interesting stranger.
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Battle Stats

Kelec | Small Draft Centaur | 0 VP
Strength: 7
Speed: 4
Agility: 4
Endurance: 5
Offense Item: 0
Defense Item: 0
Amulet: 0
Magic: 0
Companion: 0
HP: 20 x 2 = 40

Defense: 6.5
Attack: 4.5
Damage: 5.5


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