Age: Unknown, he was born before the Worldstone shattered
Height: 7.1 feet
Weight: 150 kg
Eye Colour: Black. As in, the whole eyeball is black
Desciption: Taller than an average human, medium-built. Brown fur, exept the hands and feet, which are greyish. Massive grey beard and very long and dirty grey hair. The horns point unusually more forward than a common goatman. The whole face and body have an air of disimulated peace, of fake tranquility.
Background: Agnesh used to one of his tribe's hunters. Being very young when the worldstone shattered, he had time to train, and is now one of the fastest goatmen of his tribe. Most hunters fire bolts at their prey to take them down, but Agnesh enjoyed chasing them and decapitating them with his short sickle.
After a pretty normal and happy childhood, Agnesh became an adult, recognized for being very cold-headed. He started teaching young goatmen the art of hunting and became very fond of his youngest and best student, Tyrönn, who reminded him of himself. They used to go hunting together, gathering more preys than the usual 4-goatman hunting group.
One night, he was abruptly woken by an ear-splitting shriek. He got up, grabbed his sickle and stepped out of his tent in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do. His tribe was being slaughtered by a horde of demons: they were outnumbered, caught off guard, and most of the tribe were women and children, to whom the demons showed no mercy. A thought came rushing into his head, and he sprinted toward Tyrönn's tent. Before getting there, he saw him charging toward the back of a demon twice his size and slashing his throat. Another, even bigger demon saw this, grabbed Tyrönn by the head and smashed him onto the floor. Even through the sounds of screaming, slashing and fighting, he recognized the sound of the child's skull cracking. The mere brutality of it all sent Agnesh on a bloodrage. The demon saw him coming, evaded his frantic attacks and once again smashed his head onto the floor...
When he woke up, he was tied-up and blindfolded. He tried to move but a sharp pain shot through his head. He cursed himself for being so reckless. Rage had taken over him, when the first thing he had learnt when hunting was to keep a cool head. He made an oath to himself that he would never lose control again, but the little bug of vendetta was already crawling in his head.
Behaviour: Usually very calm. Very logical thinking. Not very talkative, he talks mainly to point out mistakes or make observations. He's not a leader, either he follows orders, or he disobeys them and goes on his own, but he's not comfortable giving them. However, he sometimes snaps, blinded by uncontollable rage and attacks whoever's nearby.
How you were captured: <see background>
--==Weaponry, Armor, and Powers==-- (Pick a maximum of 6)
-Weaponry: Normal Sickle, Normal Crossbow
-Armor: Normal Leather clothes
-Powers: Extra Fast, Knowledge of enemy's weak spots, Enrages (In Diablo terms, sacrifices some dexterity to boost his strenth and vitality for a while)
Text Colour: Brown
Wow, I'm actually proud of this. I always hate my characters. I particuarly enjoy how every weapon and power is tied to his background.
And he's not overpowered! I guess I'm not getting punched on the dick.